
The original version by James Ray has the title as the first three lines of the chorus, but the last line is different ("I know what I've got to do."). And "Weird Al" Yankovic's parody, "This Song's Just Six Words Long". George Harrison - "I've Got My Mind Set on You". In Culto - "Welcome to Lithuania (The Land of the Beautiful Ladies)". Electric Six - " There's Something Very Wrong With Us, So Let's Go Out Tonight". Eagles of Death Metal - "I Only Want You". Duran Duran - "Girls On Film", which, amusingly enough, has been covered by Wesley Willis. Discharge - Basically every track on Hear Nothing See Nothing Say Nothing. Deerhoof - "Panda Panda Panda", which changes the last "panda" with various words like beep-beep or China. The Weeknd's "I Feel It Coming" which features Daft Punk also goes on this trope. "Lose Yourself to Dance", aside from the robotic "c'monc'monc'mon" afterwards. So in honor of his 79th birthday today, an offering of some of his great melodies, each created full-blown, and unattached to regular words. They both did both, and encouraged each other always to do something new with both words and music. He was also a great lyricist, obviously, and we don’t want to play into the myth that McCartney wrote the great melodies and Lennon the great lyrics. That he would compose an entire melody like this shows the pure melodic focus he brought to his songs. Of these, few speaks to the poignant melodic sweetness of his essential spirit more than “Junk.” Composed also as pure melody, he wrote words for it and ultimately recorded it solo as “Singalong Junk.” That finished song resounds like a classic early Tom Waits song in the lyrics and music.īut even as pure melody it is great. Some of his wordless melodies were composed while The Beatles were still unbroken, but never finished or recorded. The nonsense to me was as engaging and cool as the odd British words in Beatles songs, which seemed exotic to a kid in suburban Illinois, such as the “yellow lorry rolling slow” in “You Never Give Me Your Money” or the “mac” that the Penny Lane banker never wears.
I loved “Bip Bop” and “Mumbo.” There was a joy beyond words which I loved.
I listened to it non-stop for weeks any chance I could. Every album was momentous then, but some were simply luminous. I got Wild Life as a gift back then, Christmastime, 1971. But even these nonsense songs are so sweetly melodic that they all shine with that singular McCartney melodic charm.