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Slade – My Oh My

About the SongSlade – My Oh My – Vinyl (7", 45 RPM + 2 more), 1983 [r2428586] | Discogs

“My Oh My” by Slade is a timeless power ballad that highlights the band’s versatility and emotional depth. Released in 1983 as part of their album The Amazing Kamikaze Syndrome (known as Keep Your Hands Off My Power Supply in the U.S.), this song stands as one of the band’s most enduring hits. Known for their hard-hitting glam rock anthems, Slade takes a step back with this poignant track, revealing a softer, more introspective side of their artistry.

From the opening piano chords, “My Oh My” establishes itself as a heartfelt anthem of love and unity. The song’s slower tempo and soaring melody create a rich emotional atmosphere, drawing listeners in with its sincerity. Lead singer Noddy Holder’s distinctive, gravelly voice carries the song, imbuing the lyrics with a mix of tenderness and strength. His delivery is raw yet uplifting, perfectly capturing the balance between vulnerability and hope that defines the track.

The lyrics are a simple but powerful ode to love and partnership, offering a message that resonates universally. Lines like “I believe in woman, my oh my” and “I believe in lovin’, my oh my” showcase Slade’s knack for writing straightforward yet deeply meaningful verses. The song’s chorus, with its anthemic quality, invites singalongs, making it a favorite not just on the charts but also in stadiums and gatherings.

Musically, “My Oh My” builds gradually, layering instruments to create a crescendo of emotion. The combination of piano, guitar, and a gospel-inspired backing choir adds depth and grandeur, transforming the song from a simple ballad into a full-fledged anthem. This dynamic arrangement is a testament to Slade’s ability to craft songs that are both accessible and sophisticated.

In a career filled with raucous rockers and glam-infused hits, “My Oh My” stands out as a testament to Slade’s versatility. It’s a song that not only showcases their musical range but also their ability to connect with listeners on a deeply emotional level. Whether you’re a die-hard fan of glam rock or simply appreciate a well-crafted ballad, this track is sure to leave a lasting impression.Picture background

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Lyrics: “My Oh My”

 

I believe in woman, my oh my
I believe in lovin’, my oh my
Don’t a women need a man, try and catch one if you can
I believe in woman, my oh myWe all need someone to talk to my oh my
We all need someone to talk to my oh my
Ya need a shoulder to cry on, call me I’ll be standing by
We all need someone to talk to my oh myWe all need a lot of lovin’ my oh my
Yeah, a whole lot of lovin’ my oh my
I can lend a helpin’ hand if you ain’t go nothing planned
We all need some lovin’ my oh oh mySo let’s all swing together my oh my
We can all swing together my oh my
You’ve got troubles on your own, no need to face them all alone
We can all swing together my oh my

So let’s all pull together my oh myyyyyy….

 

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