BREAK-UP TUNES
Submitted by turtlelp on Thu, 10/02/2003 - 01:08
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- Go Your Own Way--Fleetwood Mac
- No Time--The Guess Who
- Don't Speak--No Doubt
- Only Time Will Tell--Asia
- Expecting To Fly--Neil Young
- Baby Blue--Badfinger
- Time To Say Goodbye--Sarah Brightman
- Promises Promises--Naked Eyes
- Don't Look Back In Anger--Oasis
- I Wish I Never saw The Sunshine, Sugar Boy and and Thinking About Tomorrow--all three by Beth Orton
- Til The End--Haven
- I'll Set You Free--The Bangles
- Throwing It All Away--Genesis
- Heaven Is A Place I'm Moving To--The Blow Monkeys
- Take My Soul Away, Empty and When You're Gone --The Cranberries
- You Wanted More--Tonic
- South Central Rain--REM
- It Must Have Been Love--Roxette
- Different Drum and Adios--both by Linda Ronstadt
- Can We Still Be Friends--Todd Rundgren
- Alone Again Or--The Damned (kicks ASS!)
- Do You Want Crying--Katrina and The Waves
- Goodbye To Love--The Carpenters
- The Last Day Of Our Acquaintance--Sinead O'Connor
- Break Up Song--Melissa Ferrick
- What It Takes--Aerosmith
- Knowing Me Knowing You--Abba
- Fade Away--Bruce Springsteen
- My Heart Belongs To Me--Barbra Streisand
- If You Ever Change Your Mind--Crystal Gayle
- The Wind Knows My Name--Fairground Attraction
- From Now On--Boy Meets Girl
Author Comments:
Here are some of my favorite "breakup songs" (I feel one could also just call them "songs for the broken-hearted!")Some of the ones toward the end are obscure, but worth discovering."
I've left out tons; these are just some of my favorites.
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Fun list!
I'm curious - have you heard Love's original version of Alone Again Or? The Damned's cover is great also.
I swore that if I ever got around to make another film again (I shot several shorts in college), I would use Love's Alone Again Or over the ending credits. I then discovered that Wes Anderson beat me to the punch! (Da bum...)
I look forward to seeing more from you.
Shalom, y'all!
L. Bangs
"Does she stimulate you? Attract and captivate you?
Tell me does she miss you? Existing just to kiss you, like the way I do?"
Like the Way I Do Melissa Etheridge
"And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back I hope you feel it.
Well, can you feel it?"
You Oughta Know Alanis Morisette
"The swirling, curling storm of desire unuttered words hold fast.
With reptile tongue, the lightning lashes towers built to last."
Come Talk To Me Peter Gabriel
I was at one of the WOMAD Tour dates near the dimming of a perfect summer day. The all-day concert/festival had been awesome. Remmy Ongala and Shankar both played the second stage with Shankar dancing through the audience under a blinding 2:00pm sun. Tony Levin almost ran over my foot with a speeding golf cart early in the day and Live had been able to string out four songs plus their hit to fill their 1:25 to 2:10 allotted stage time.
Peter Gabriel, fresh off his "Secret World" tour in Europe, was going to be the closing act on the main stage. We figured that we had about a quarter of an hour before the sun went down and that Gabriel would wait for darkness to start his set. We had seats inside the performance shed but had spent most of the day broiling in the sun so we were glad to have the opportunity to regroup, rehydrate and relax as dusk descended. I was glad to finally get some fried dough from one of the only vendors who weren't serving hemp-friendly, biologically-sensitive, free-range, straight-edge, goat cheese tortellini with jicama salsa... or whatever. At WOMAD all you had to do was hold out a bushel basket and within two minutes it would be full of hacky sacks. Nobody laughed at you if you were carrying your own set of bongos. It was that kind of a vibe.
The lights had just come on as the daylight dwindled. I nibbled on my fried dough as we wandered in and out of tents that sold $45 rain sticks and "original tie-dyed" kerchiefs to an eclectic mixture of the rich and stupid. Most vendors were packing up their stuff, not willing to get stuck in post-event traffic. It was getting a little chilly so I put on the denim jacket that I had tied about my waist. Then *SNAP* all the lights went out, the crowd gave a roar and we heard David Rhodes' grinding guitar start to wail. Peter Gabriel was kicking off his set with "Come Talk To Me."
We never looked at each other but broke pell-mell for the stage and our seats. Dashing through the crowd we covered more than the length of a football field in what seemed like moments. We were so close upon each others heels that the gaps that opened up in the crowd rarely closed before both of us were through. Somehow we had both dug our ticket stubs out from our pockets during the mad rush and, with fire and desperation in our eyes, waved them at the ushers as we darted to our seats. It was madness around us. Everyone was standing, clapping, stomping in the dark. Onstage you could just barely make out the silhouette of a crouching David Rhodes, bent and twisted over his guitar.
I let out my breath and inhaled for the first time since the lights went out. Just then the drums came to life, the lights on-stage came up and the guitar crunching resolved into chords. I felt my soul leave my body and soar up above the audience. As I looked down on the stage I saw that Manu Katche was batting his sticks at the sparse drumset and Tony Levin was swaying with his electric bass. All three musicians locked into a loping rhythmic groove and my spirit resettled itself into my body. David Sancious scurried behind his keyboards. Then the crowd roared as Peter Gabriel emerged and launched into "The wretched desert takes its form, the jackal proud and tight..." I noticed Shankar slither onto the right side of the stage to join in with his double-necked electric violin.
I did NOT notice Sinead O'Connor come onto the stage but, when she suddenly appeared there to sing on the chorus, the crowd's roar crested to a scream and broke all over the stage. The musicians tore through the song and the last note had barely faded before they broke into a funking version of "Steam." When that song ended and Peter Gabriel launched into some stage chatter I let out my second breath before my companion and I turned to each other, shaking our heads in disbelief. We stared at each other for a moment before I put a hand into my jacket pocket.
As I dug it out I looked into their eyes and said, "Do you want any of my fried dough?"
you for got love hurs