Awesome song, I love it to the end. | Reviewer: X | 5/22/12

This is just an awesome song. Quite a break-up song. All the lyrics all supporting each other perfectly. Very few bands and singers like the Beatles could make a gem like this. This is such a perfect and awesome song, I'm just addicted to it. And I ain't looking for a cure! Ha ha ha, anyway, the Beatles forever!

One of my favorite songs! | Reviewer: M | 12/4/11

Ever since i first heard this song, it has always been one of my favorites! I even sung this song to break up with my boyfriend! I broke up with him because he wasn't a beatles fan. I'm a teenager and i love beatles music! P.s. I have a crush on john and george. I think john is the hottest beatle.

wikipedia says Paul wrote it. | Reviewer: Chris, again | 12/25/07

...article says Paul says it passed the Beatles test: they all liked it.
So my review fell apart. But two things survive this late fact. One is that words and music of Another Girl do work together well, like Ave Verum Corpus (Mozart) or Jesu joy of man's desiring (JS Bach). Another Paul song of like elegance is "Here, There, and Everywhere". That one strikes me as very theological: a song to and about God. But Paul seems so shallow and John so earthy. That's my second point about "Another Girl". The assertion that he's going now to rely on what he wants and not on belonging to someone else, not putting them on a pedestal could reflect Paul-ish shallowness or John intensity: only a deep man's whim can impart permanence, while a shallow man's whim just leads to another whim. So maybe Paul was singing especially to or about John or as part of a conversation with John, and indeed the other Beatles. Part of any conversation is one person restating what another person has said so as to be sure it's understood properly.
If the Beatle's music has one message as a common theme, which also holds its musical ideas in place, it is the idea of trusting spontaneity. Humor, serious topics (Bungalow Bill) in the middle of entertainment (I'm a Loser) (Say the Word) against the backdrop of a world whose conventions were almost destroyed in two huge wars and are being rebuilt but was it worth it: globalism on the way after a thousand or two thousand years of European dominance: all in all, having to get used to constant change. In a word: spontaneous. The Age of Spontaneity. It could work but it took a lot of work. So Another Girl is about commitment: it will last if you really really want it. "I ain't no fool and I don't take what I don't want" in the minor chord, ending on the chorus's major chord, including the final major "she will always be my friend" that is minor elsewhere in the song: if you really go out to the world with your heart wide open, then, despite all the world's hidden surprises, you can find a faithful friend, a welcome, a home. Another girl: he's saying it in his imagination as he lets his castle-in-the-clouds of an ideal- romance that turned out to be a trap slip into ruins and he tunes into a girl who's actually happening, new. And yet solid. I keep thinking of Yoko Ono.
We never find things where we expect to. That's the price of spontaneity, and it's the rule of the world community, where everybody owns everything and nobody has anything all to their own. No more castles surrounded by hovels. Just one big yellow submarine. But we have to want it. "Keep you drugged on religion, sex, and TV, and you think you're so clever and classless and free, but you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see: a working class hero is something to be x2"
What's a working man to a Beatle? Someone who weaves words and music to state exactly what it feels like to be spontaneous in a society of social robots: people who are afraid to be spontaneous: she's leaving home after living alone for so many years. Fun is the one thing that money can't buy.
Freedom and responsibility: the two sides of spontaneity. No rules. Only crises: danger plus opportunity.
Can chaos work? All you need is love. Love is all you need. Don't you listen what the man says. How do you sleep at night?
So John was the leader, Paul a yeoman, but Paul broke up the band or tried to run things and, as John said, it got really toneless with Paul. He needed the group to get him inspired but he couldn't admit that (or he had to "jump when your momma tell you anything") but neither could he stay John's apprentice.
So is spontaneity a false hope? Is the human race, even in this yellow submarine of global society, still destined to be ruled by a captain? Can children grow up if there is no "father-figure" to put the fear of God into them (and "security")?
No. Love is the hope of faith by grace. In that scheme, we are all equal. If Paul needed to take thirty or so years off from serious music to work some things out, I'll bet John and the others understood eventually. That, after all, is the second premise of spontanteity: you don't have to if you don't want to. The first is, we're all in it together, so anybody can lead, as the occasion demands.
Surprised by leadership: the Beatles.
Thanks for your patience, volunteer editor.
Finally, John's lyrics: So Sgt. Pepper took you by surprise
You better see right through that mother's eyes
Those freaks was right when they said you was dead
The one mistake you made was in your head
Ah, how do you sleep?
(I wonder if John tried saying this to Paul in private before putting it on a record. It would have been hard for Paul to profit from the counsel when he must have felt that ten million fans were checking on his progress. But even so, people should talk things out however they can, and then they can say, "I did what I could", and the other person can take the counsel or leave it. As Paul seems to have. But John said later they were back on good terms. Maybe John was trying to warn Paul that he didn't sound so good on his own. That would justify making a scene: if you felt your best friend was humiliating himself in public because he'd been talked into a grand spectacle by fake advisors.
So again, two rules: we're all in it together, any of us capable of leadership as the occasion demands, but you don't have to if you don't want to. I suppose John was probably too tough on Paul. I think John was rather a thug.
He said once, "Well, it's time to break in Scotland" as they were taking off in England. Yoko told him, "don't be afraid to be afraid."
I wish he'd been a little more afraid of the streets of New York. Nobody's more helpless than a reformed thug. Nobody's more toneless than a headstrong understudy.
So spontaneity, the surprise of leadership, is not the highest good. It serves a higher good, intimacy. Robot people are not primarily characterized by lack of spontaneity but by lack of insight and compassion. They don't react to other people because they don't detect other people. They have conventions to tell them how to act, and it doesn't matter about the others, who could be mannekins in a store window for all they care. Globalization makes dancing with mannekins increasingly difficult: people keep giggling at you. Yet increasing privacy gives us all rooms to hide in, even though your next door neighbor is from the other side of the world.
Art lures us out of our rooms by giving us a way to imagine the strangeness as something good.
The Beatles did awfully well at that considering they come from an uptight island. They had a long way to come, out of a long hall of little rooms, but they had a long way to go, into the whole world that England had opened up. And they went quite a ways.
Ah, how do you sleep at night?

You live with straights who tell you you was king
Jump when your momma tell you anything
The only thing you done was yesterday
And since you're gone you're just another day
Ah, how do you sleep?
Ah, how do you sleep at night?

Ah, how do you sleep?
Ah, how do you sleep at night?

A pretty face may last a year or two
But pretty soon they'll see what you can do
The sound you make is muzak to my ears
You must have learned something in all those years
Ah, how do you sleep?
Ah, how do you sleep at night?

What can we learn but that love is letting go?

Song of Power? | Reviewer: Chris Rushlau | 12/25/07

This song is such a gem, the lyrics and the musice supporting each other so effectively, but is it the defiance of a crazy young rich man or the mature-beyond-his-years wisdom of someone who knows that, to quote a counselor to me, quoting someone else, "The problem is not getting what you want--it's wanting what you want"?
How do we know what we want? John (I'm assuming) has a clue: "I am no fool and I don't take what I don't want". If you're hard as nails, selfish as the day is long, honest to a fault, you won't be able to convince yourself to take stuff or do stuff you don't want to, because you won't be trying to please other people with your choices, which is what the fool does: but not out of an excess of trust or generosity--not the fool: the fool thinks he can trade some of his freedom for security. If he sucks up to some power-group by going after the things they advertise as must-haves, they'll adopt him and look after him. Of course, any group that recruits like this won't protect you, least of all from themselves: they welcome you like the spider to the fly.
"And so I'm telling you this time you'd better stop". John thinks the old girl, the first girl, was trying to twist him around her little finger, threatening to remove the security she provided him, some sort of approval or authentication, and he's saying that this is wearing thin: he can't be bought and sold for trinkets of acceptance or tolerance any further. He's looking for actual--actual what?
"A girl that is new": someone who is spontaneous, who discovers the potential and the threat of each moment, who does not, as Gilbert and Sullivan sing, have her soul wedded to the office stool.
Let's close with that last verse of "When I Was a Lad", the story of how a lawyer's clerk became First Lord of the Admiralty in "Pirates of Penzance".
So lubbers all, whereever you may be,
If you would climb to the top of the tree,
If your soul isn't wedded [or welded?] to your office stool,
Be careful to be guided by this golden rule:
Stick close to your desk and never go to sea,
And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navy,
Stick close to your desk and never go to sea,
And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navy.