Here Comes Yet Another Day. stereo mix (3:57), recorded May-Jun 1972 at Morgan Studios, Willesden, London Here comes yet another day, creeping through my window. Drank myself to sleep last night, beer stains on my pillow. I gotta pull my things together, The night can’t last forever. Here comes a new dawn, here comes a new day Tune up start to play, just like any other day. Can't stop, can't be late, mustn't make the people wait. Can't even comb my hair or even change my underwear, Here comes a new dawn, here comes a new day, Tune up start to play, just like any other day. There goes another night, here comes another flight, Can't stop gotta go, here comes yet another show. Gotta pack up my clothes, brush my teeth, blow my nose. No time to use the John, gotta keep a rollin' on. Here comes a new day, here comes a new stage, Tune up start to play, just like any other day. Made a lot of conversation, talked a lot of weather, I hope we meet again some day, and spend some time together. No time for affection, I'm moving in a new direction. Here comes a new dawn, here comes a new day, Tune up start to play, just like any other day. Can't stop, can't be late, mustn't make the people wait. Can't stop to comb my hair or even change my underwear. See that morning break, oh Lord, here comes yet another day, Here comes a new dawn, here comes a new day Tune up start to play, just like any other day. Written by: Ray Davies Published by: Davray Music Ltd. We open up the album with an organ, like we are entering the church of the Kinks, and then we burst into a double hit and the vocals come straight in. The title of the song somewhat brings us right into the predominant mentality of the album. We have Here Comes Yet Another Day…. Almost like a groundhog day mentality, of “oh no, here it comes again” … but in spite of that mentality, it is s surprisingly chirpy opening to the album. Lyrically we get what appears would have been a dose of reality, Ray has a hangover, but he has commitments. So, Ray went to sleep drinking, to such an extent that he has beer stains on his pillow. Here comes a new day and instantly, he has to tune up and start to play. No time to comb his hair, or even change his underpants, people are waiting for him to play some songs. Lyrically we have this perpetual motion machine of the music industry through the eyes of the performer. Play some music, meet some people …… Interestingly, made a lot of conversation, talked a lot of weather…. This gives the impression that the majority of the conversation was uninspired nothing chat. We get the line hope we meet again someday, and spend some time together, seems almost dismissive… it comes across almost like the eighties “have a nice day, you’re welcome” thing that were empty words designed to fill a spot without any substance or real meaning, but sound nice…. Not that there’s anything wrong with the words themselves, just that they are delivered as expected, but empty of any real meaning, and this is sort of backed up by the following lines “no time for affection…. I’m moving in a new direction”. Then we get a repeat set of lines that seem to be inserted to show the repetitive monotony of this existence. Looking more closely at these lyrics I see a very definite opening theme here, and it is based in the often referenced theme of empty repetition in the life of a celebrity. Wake up, meet commitments, play some music, talk crap with some journalists, get drunk go to bed, rinse repeat. Of course those of us in the trenches of a 9-5 job, or in fact a 4-6 job, get exactly the same kind of feeling, but none of the celebrity commitments are there, and often we are getting paid a lot less to do a lot more …. And in too many cases it isn’t something we love doing, but something we need to do, so we can eat, and live somewhere and groovy stuff like that. I guess to some degree it sums up what I have thought for a couple of decades now, no matter what the job, it is likely to end up being somewhat monotonous and repetitive. The job of rock star is apparently no different, no matter how we romanticize it from the outside. Musically I actually like this one quite a lot. Pay attention to Mick’s drums. Mick is really giving us some top class stuff here, and in fact from the very opening of the song Mick is dropping some great beats that accent the song really well, and also step up to be really interesting of their own accord…. For me at least. The opening verse has a lot of tacets, and we have Ray singing, Mick dropping those great drums, and merely a few double chord accents. As we move through the song though, the arrangement and the density grows a lot, with a few occasional dropped back sections. Some nice guitar licks in the left channel. I love the horn lines rolling feeling, and then the breakdown with the intermittent horn stabs is just great, to my ears. Some excellent bass when you get a chance to pick up on it too. Particularly in the little guitar, bass interlude. This song rocks pretty hard, and the momentum is excellent, even with the little breakdowns. I suppose to some degree the lyric could be seen as a little negative, but I don’t really hear it that way, for me it’s more a straightforward observation…. But the music is excellent and it has party and good time written all over it. I actually think this is an excellent opening to the album…. The drums, that horn line, the breakdown with the individual notes sounding off from different instruments…. I actually love this.