I love books with songs. Books with Japanese actors, not so much, because I never really got into the Japanese thing even if I love the country. But I was willing to try this, and I wanted feels, so. You can read more about what I thought about this book in my review! :)
So, break-up songs. Or heartbreak songs, when it’s not really a break-up.Â when I went through something similar (but also not really, haha, long story) to Jill, my best friends supplied me with an entire playlist of sad/heartbreak songs to help me cope. I had them on repeat for weeks, because of course you need a soundtrack when you suddenly burst into tears in the shower! Or when you’re walking! Or…all those things! :D Some songs on my list: Breathe AgainÂ by Sara Bareilles, Call It Off by Tegan and Sara,Â Wanted You More by Lady Antebellum, andÂ Out of My Head by Ben Rector. </3
So todayÂ I have Jay E. Tria, author ofÂ Songs of Our Breakup,Â on the blog to talk aboutÂ her heartbreak songs. Check out her list below!
Top 5 Breakup/Heartbreak Songs
When I was tasked to choose a guest post topic, I jumped on this one figuring it would be easy. I mean people carry heartbreak songs around with them all the time. My karaoke roster for one is usually 80% heartbreak songs, and those are the best ones to sing!
But when I tried to compose the list of my top 5 songs of sadness, I sat there and watched the cursor blink a few dozen hundred times, my head a blank space. I remembered that I havenâ€™t really been keeping up with new releases, relying solely on the millennial magic of Spotify. But I guess that shouldnâ€™t matter much. Breakup songs usually endure.
So here it is: the list of my favorite songs of heartbreak, no recent hit in sight, in no particular order. Hit play, click shuffle, maybe feel a few things, and repeat. Breakup not required.
The Script,Â Breakeven
- Why it hurts. Because itâ€™s a truth universally acknowledged that love is not given in equal measure, and thus when it is broken, the divide is unequal too.
- The lines that got me. â€˜Cause Iâ€™ve got time while sheâ€™s got freedom /Because when a heart breaks it donâ€™t break even.
- Why it hurts. I like my Sandwich served rawâ€”simple words and a lazy tune that builds into a violent barrage of feelings as Raimund Marasigan screams the gigantic question of why into my ears. Even the video by Quark Henares is awesome in its simplicity too. Shots of faces, profiles, and movement, proving that you donâ€™t always need tears to evoke sadness.
- The lines that got me. Wala natayo/Wala natayo/Bakit wala na tayo?
Ed Sheeran,Â Photograph
- Why it hurts. You can argue this isnâ€™t technically a sad song, but to me the words are asking someone to hold on to a promise, a blind hope. It makes me think that hope, while a positive thing, can be even sadder than a clean break because it leaves you hanging.
- The lines that got me. We keep this love in a photograph/
We made these memories for ourselves/ Where our eyes are never closing/
Hearts are never broken/And timeâ€™s forever frozen still.
Arctic Monkeys, The Bakery.
- Why it hurts. Alex Turner is a fricking lyrics genius. Iâ€™d like one hour to see a normal, everyday scene through his eyes. Here he makes the bakery seem like the most romantic setting for a boy pining over a girl. The line that killed my heart is actually the last one, but Iâ€™ll let you discover that for yourself. The following were heartbreakers too.
- The lines that got me.The more you keep on looking/The more itâ€™s hard to take/Love, weâ€™re in stalemate/To never meet is surely where weâ€™re bound.
The Smiths, Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me
- Why it hurts. I canâ€™t make a list of the best saddest songs without including the Smiths. Morrisseyâ€™s MO seemed to be to wrench sadness from the depths of broken hearts and make the display seem like the most beautiful thing. This song is short and simple in the wretchedness it brings, because hasnâ€™t everyone had this dream?
- The lines that got me. Last night I dreamt/ That somebody loved me/ No hope, but no harm/ Just another false alarm.
Every breakup has its playlist.
How do you get over a seven-year relationship? 21-year-old Jill is trying to find out. But moving on is a harder job when Kim, her ex-boyfriend, is the lead guitarist of the band, and Jill is the vocalist. Every song they play together feels like slicing open a barely healed tattoo.
Jillâ€™s best friend Miki says she will be out of this gloom soon. Breakups have a probation period, he says. Jill is on the last month of hers and Miki is patiently keeping her company.
But the real silver lining is Shinta. Having a hot Japanese actor friend in times like these is a welcome distraction. This gorgeous celebrity has been defying time zones and distance through the years to be there for Jill. Now he is here, physically present, and together he and Jill go through old lyrics, vivid memories, walks in the rain, and bottles of beer. Together they try to answer the question: what do you do when forever ends?
Jill took one beer bottle and chugged, her eyes on the door again when Kim entered, trailed by a girl too.
She coughed out beer on the table, splashing Ninoâ€™s shirt. Nino didnâ€™t seem to mind. Nobody did. Their table seemed as frozen as her lungs as Kim approached them, a stranger in tow.
Jill couldnâ€™t see her, could not make out any details. Something clouded her eyes, and the familiar vacuum was in her ears. From somewhere far, she heard Kim speak.
â€œScary crowd tonight. I hope no oneâ€™s drunk yet.â€
â€œI donâ€™t know. I think that might come helpful.â€ Nino had pressed Jillâ€™s hand around a new beer bottle.
Kim said the girlâ€™s name, and the girl said some things.
â€œYouâ€™re the girl from Math 100!â€ Son exclaimed. â€œWere we classmates from my first take, or the second one? Was that a June?â€
The girl laughed. Already she was connected to Jillâ€™s friends by more than Kimâ€™s hand.
â€œThereâ€™s a free table.â€ Kim spoke again, and said hand reached the girlâ€™s waist. â€œWeâ€™re up in about an hour, guys. Nobody get wasted until after! Later.â€
Jill kept sitting up straight, knowing Kim and his friend had taken the table just behind them. His voice still reached her in this vacuum, interlaced with the girlâ€™s giggles, as Jillâ€™s insides filled with dead air and her stomach shrunk in itself.
The vacuum broke, bile rising to her throat. Jill shot up and flew out the door.
Her sneakers pounded on the concrete. She made it past the queue of patrons outside, through the metal gate of the parking lot. Acid, air, alcohol, and whole peanuts spilled from her mouth to the gravel floor. She sunk on her knees, her hair on the stones, one arm wrapped around the clenching pain in her stomach.
â€œUp you go.â€ Miki took her arm and gently pulled, one hand running soothing circles on her back.
â€œI didnâ€™t hear you come,â€ Jill muttered, staggering upright. â€œGo away, Iâ€™m gross.â€
Miki turned her to him and wiped her mouth with the back of his hand. â€œThere.â€ He smiled. â€œClean as new.â€
He towed her to his car, which was nearer the scene of Jillâ€™s vomit crime, and they sat on the hood. Jill breathed in the cool air, the bitterness in her tongue aching for water. Darkness still clouded her eyes, cold sweat covering her arms. She blinked and waited for the colors to return.
She turned to Miki and concentrated on his face. Soon his image sharpened, the deep crease between his brows a curious contrast to the calm lines of his mouth.
â€œDo you wish you met Ana in Economics 100 instead of me?â€ she said, mouth dry and tasting of bile.
â€œWhereâ€™s that coming from?â€
â€œSheâ€™s cute and perky and obviously socially adept.â€ Jill paused as she processed this. â€œSheâ€™s like the anti-me. Thatâ€™s so strange. But then sheâ€™s also tall and skinny and she moves like a boy, like me.â€
â€œI never understood why you of all people never had a girlfriend. Or so you claim.â€
Miki pulled out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and pushed it on Jillâ€™s hand. â€œSometimes girls can be very cruel.â€
Jill took it, noting how old fashioned her best friend was, carrying a white handkerchief around, as the tears made a free fall down her cheeks.
â€œBoys too,â€ she murmured. She allowed Miki to pull her head down to his shoulder, so he wouldnâ€™t have to see her noisy, ugly cry.
About the Author: Jay E. Tria
Hi! I’m a writer of contemporary Young Adult and New Adult romance. These days I’m writing paranormal/fantasy too, and it’s a fun exercise. I’m often inspired by daydreams, celebrity crushes, a childhood fascination of Japanese drama and manga, and an incessant itch to travel.
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