A compilation of pure hits cannot give an idea of a band's or artist's work, it mostly consists of moments that never comprehensively cover the career and are limited to the big singles, the ones everyone wants to hear. However, at one time these compilations made sense, tracks that appeared only on 45s were united on a 33, making listening easier without having to keep changing records in the worst case, or in building a tape compilation in the best, losing an entire afternoon (the famous tape to give to the girlfriend). "Wings Greatest" was released in '78, a market necessity for Paul McCartney and company to strike while the iron was hot from "Wings Over America" and "London Town." Many flaws, the first being that some tracks are missing like "Give Ireland Back to the Irish", "C Moon", "Girl's School," and "Mary Had a Little Lamb" all released on 45s and not included on any 33, and above all, there is no unreleased track to justify its purchase by completists. In fact, the band had the track, the Caribbean "Waterspout," but following a suicidal logic, it was removed from the final mix just before release. Strange fate for this song, left out two more times at the last moment, first from "London Town" and then in 1987 from the compilation, slightly more complete but not too much, "All The Best" by Paul alone. The sequence of the two sides immortalizes the Wings with all their major hits from "Jet" to "With a Little Luck", passing through "Band on the Run" and "Junior's Farm". It's surprising to see the inclusion of "Another Day" and "Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey" by Paul and Linda alone, to open side A and side B respectively, perhaps to emphasize that the Wings are their creation. Much better to buy the band's entire discography, singles, and unreleased tracks if possible, to get a fairer and more complete view of a group that was not just a backing band for Paul but something more; Denny Laine was a trusted lieutenant with some great shots up his sleeve, and just remember that the Wings had three great lead guitarists like the now-departed Henry McCollough and Jimmy McCulloch, and the classical guitar talent of Lawrence Juber, to prove the quality of Macca's project.

P.S. The art deco statue purchased by Linda was taken to the top of the Alps to shoot the cover photo, the same statue will be visible on the mantelpiece in the cover of "Back to the Egg," the band's last album from 1979. Inside is a poster with a photo that originally depicted the Wings in a five-member lineup with Joe English and Jimmy McCulloch, but the two left in '77 and were cut out in the final editing.

Tracklist and Lyrics

01   Another Day (03:44)

Every day she takes a morning bath
She wets her hair
Wraps a towel around her
As she's heading for the bedroom chair
It's just another day

Slipping into stockings
Stepping into shoes
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat
It's just another day

At the office where the papers grow
She takes a break
Drinks another coffee
And she finds it hard to stay awake

It's just another day
Du, du, du, du, du
It's just another day
Du, du, du, du, du
It's just another day

So sad, so sad
Sometimes she feels so sad
Alone in her apartment she'd dwell
Till the man of her dreams
Comes to break the spell

Aah, stay, don't stand her up
And he comes and he stays
But he leaves the next day, so sad
Sometimes she feels so sad

As she posts another letter
To the sound of five
People gather 'round her
And she finds it hard to stay alive

It's just another day
Du, du, du, du, du
It's just another day
Du, du, du, du, du
It's just another day

So sad, so sad
Sometimes she feels so sad
Alone in her apartment she'd dwell
Till the man of her dreams
Comes to break the spell

Aah, stay, don't stand her up
And he comes and he stays
But he leaves the next day, so sad
Sometimes she feels so sad

Every day she takes a morning bath
She wets her hair
Wraps a towel around her
As she's heading for the bedroom chair
It's just another day

Slipping into stockings
Stepping into shoes
Dipping in the pockets of her raincoat

Oh, it's just another day
Du, du, du, du, du
It's just another day
Du, du, du, du, du
It's just another day

02   Silly Love Songs (05:55)

03   Live and Let Die (03:14)

When you were young
And your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
(You know you did, you know you did, you know you did)
But if this ever changin' world
In which we live in
Makes you give in and cry

Say live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die

What does it matter to ya
When ya got a job to do
Ya got to do it well
You got to give the other fella hell

You used to say live and let live
(You know you did, you know you did, you know you did)
But if this ever changin' world
In which we live in
Makes you give in and cry

Say live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die
Live and let die

Say live and let die
Say live and let die

Live and let
Live and let
Live and let... die...

04   Junior's Farm (04:23)

05   With a Little Luck (05:47)

With a little luck, we can help it out
We can make this whole damn thing work out
With a little love, we can lay it down
Can't you feel the town exploding?

There is no end to what we can do together
There is no end, there is no end
The willow turns his back on inclement weather
And if he can do it, we can do it, just me and you

And a little luck, we can clear it up
We can bring it in for a landing
With a little luck, we can turn it on
There can be no misunderstanding

There is no end to what we can do together
There is no end, there is no end
The willow turns his back on inclement weather
And if he can do it, we can do it, just me and you

With a little push, we could set it off
We can send it rocketing skywards
With a little love, we could shake it up
Don't you feel the comet exploding?

With a little luck
With a little luck
With a little luck, a little luck, a little luck
With a little luck
With a little luck
With a little luck, a little luck, a little luck

06   Band on the Run (05:14)

07   Uncle Albert / Admiral Halsey (04:42)

08   Hi Hi Hi (03:09)

Well, When I Met You At The Station
You Were Standing With A Bootleg In Your Hand.
I Took You Back To My Little Place
For A Taste Of A Multicoloured Band.
We're Gonna Get Hi Hi Hi,
The Night Is Young.
She'll Be My Funky Little Mama,
Gonna Rock It And We've Only Just Begun.

We're Gonna Get Hi Hi Hi
With The Music On.
Won't Say Bye-Bye Bye-Bye Bye-Bye Bye-Bye
'Til The Night Is Gone.
I'm Gonna Do It To You, Gonna Do It,
Sweet Banana, You'll Never Give Up.
We're Gettin' Hi Hi Hi In The Midday Sun.

Well Well, Take Off Your Face,
Recover From The Trip You've Been On.
I Want To Lie On The Bed,
Get You Ready For My Polygon.
I'm Gonna Do It To You, Gonna Do It,
Sweet Banana, You've Never Been Done.
Yes, I Go Like A Rabbit, Gonna Grab It,
Gonna Do It 'Til The Night Is Done.

We're Gonna Get Hi Hi Hi With The Music On.
Won't Say Bye-Bye Bye-Bye Bye-Bye Bye-Bye
'Til The Night Is Gone.
I'm Gonna Do It To You, Gonna Do It,
Sweet Banana, You'll Never Give Up.
We're Gonna Get Hi Hi Hi, We're Gonna Get Hi Hi Hi,
We're Gonna Get Hi Hi Hi In The Midday Sun.

09   Let 'em In (05:11)

10   My Love (04:10)

11   Jet (04:10)

12   Mull of Kintyre (04:44)

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Far have I travelled and much have I seen
Dark distant mountains with valleys of green
Past painted deserts, the sun sets on fire
As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen
Carry me back to the days I knew then
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain
Still take me back where my mem'ries remain
Flickering embers grow higher and high'r
As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre...

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