The 20 greatest breakup songs ever – ranked! — Music | The Guardian

On the 40th anniversary of Gloria Gaynor’s I Will Survive topping the charts – and as the UK blunders towards its own acrimonious divorce – here’s the definitive list of tear-stained stonkersHip-hop isn’t big on romantic heartbreak, but this is a particularly fine example. There’s a lot of bragging from Guru about how he’s so…

via The 20 greatest breakup songs ever – ranked! — Music | The Guardian

It’s a nice list – well worth a look and listen – even if it almost criminal to leave off the greatest breakup song ever – Carole King’s “It’s Too Late.”

I’m Not Afraid (LIVE)

I

Fear is the challenge
to overcome or to succumb
and either way your work’s not done
Once you think you’ve got it licked
you’ve only learned half of the trick
Just because you lose, or win,
doesn’t mean a goddamn thing
the next time that the fear begins

II

They say the fear of public speaking is the greater than the fear of death, which makes some sense to me since we all know from a tender age that we will die but there is nothing to say that we will speak in public. That is one bullet we can dodge. And the devil you know is always more palatable than the strange one.

By my blurry count, I have taken to the stage between 40 and 50 times and, like everything in life, each could be the last but so far this is just the latest. I wrote this song about fear a few months ago and performed it last week at Mary O’s on Avenue A between 2nd & 3rd. If you’re in the neighborhood drop in for a meal or a drink but don’t tell Mary I sent you. She wouldn’t know me from a hole in the wall.

III

I Have To Say

This song, like John Lennon’s Woman, is addressed both to the specific woman I’ve built my life around, and to all individuals of her gender. This feels like a moment for me to be quiet and do some listening. I’ve already heard everything I Have To Say.

In another similarity with Beatle John, my compositions sometimes slip into the familiar ¾ time of the waltz. I never learned how to do the dance but its rhythm speaks to me.

I’m sorry I forget to tell you sometimes
I love you
I’m sorry I forget to tell you sometimes
how beautiful you are
Some things seem so obvious that I don’t have to say them
But I do have to say them
And you do have to hear them
Because they’re more important than anything I have to say
I have to say
.
I know I get under
Your skin and you wonder
What life would be like
Without Mr. Mike
Probably better
And probably worse
And probably someday the last will be first
Before we get to that day
I want to hear everything that you say
And I do have to hear you
You do need to speak
Because I’ve already heard everything I have to say
.
The first one I ever saw fade into black
was my Uncle Jack
He never came back
Now there’s so many slipped through the cracks
That I’m losing track
And the voices of these ghosts
Drown out the one that I need most
And I do need to hear you
You do need to speak
Because I’ve already heard everything I have to say

I Know It’s Only Rock’n’Roll

I’m not stupid. Not all the time. So I know it’s only rock’n’roll. But the very thought of it makes my heart beat faster.

Every art form is unique. What sets writing apart from its sister arts
comes from its solitary nature. Great writing reveals the audience to itself. The inspired reaction is recognition: You feel that, too? I thought I was the only one.

Songwriting – lyrics and their vocal interpretation – straddles the space between writing and music. It’s trying to reveal its audience to themselves while it makes them dance. It reveals broader traits than other forms of writing. Like poetry, it’s concerned with flow and tempo but, again, it’s looking for broad, simple, recognizable traits – make it easy to follow a melody or a beat.

Writing music – composition and arrangement – is the only art that physically moves its audience. No other art inspires the reaction: I can’t sit still. Music making is at its best when it’s a collaboration. Like great lovemaking, it’s a communication of trust, encouragement, experimentation and excitement without using words. Listen to Tchaikovsky or Chuck Berry; Earth, Wind & Fire, B.B. King, Taylor Swift, Kanye, Madonna or Johnny Cash – whatever moves you. For me it starts with Chuck Berry and Little Richard, Buddy Holly, Elvis and Jerry Lee Lewis, through Motown, the British Invasion, the folkies and the psychadelics, right up to punk and the edges of heavy metal. That’s the sweet spot for me. It doesn’t have to be especially great art for me to love it. And there were days when it was the only thing that got my through. I know, it’s only rock’n’roll.

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If I could stick my pen in my heart
And spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you, would it slide on by you?
Would you think the boy is strange? Ain’t he strange?

If I could win you, if I could sing you
A love song so divine
Would it be enough for your cheating heart
If I broke down and cried? If I cried?

I know it’s only rock ‘n roll but I like it
I know it’s only rock ‘n roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do
I like it, I like it, I like it
Can’t you see that this old boy has been lonely?

If I could stick a knife in my heart
Suicide right on stage
Would it be enough for your teenage lust
Would it help to ease the pain? Ease your brain?

If I could dig down deep in my heart
Feelings would flood on the page
Would it satisfy you, would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy’s insane? He’s insane

I know it’s only rock ‘n roll but I like it
I know it’s only rock’n roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do
I like it, I like it, I like it
Can’t you see that this old boy has been lonely?

Do you think that you’re the only girl around?
I bet you think that you’re the only woman in town