Claude says:Beatles for Sale arrived during that weird mid-1965 moment when the band was already restless—half originals, half covers, all of it caught between Beatlemania's grip and whatever they'd become next. You've kept returning to the softer spots, the ones that showed cracks in the armor: Eight Days a Week's yearning, I'll Follow the Sun's melancholy, the vulnerability of I'm a Loser, which read like a confession the screaming crowds never heard.