
Yesterday
McCartney dreamt the melody, called it "Scrambled Eggs" for weeks, then let a string quartet make it immortal.

McCartney dreamt the melody, called it "Scrambled Eggs" for weeks, then let a string quartet make it immortal.

A child singing about regret over the springiest bassline Motown ever cut, and selling it completely.

Andre 3000 apologizing to Erykah Badu's mother, who liked it enough to buy a Ms. Jackson license plate.

Rubin handed Cash a Nine Inch Nails song, and Reznor watched the video and said it was no longer his.
Hilton Valentine's arpeggio, one take at De Lane Lea, and four and a half minutes when singles ran two.

A prison film in Germany gave Cash the song; he borrowed the melody from Gordon Jenkins and later paid up.
Released as a B-side until DJs flipped it, with a mandolin credited only to a name Stewart said slipped his mind.

Alan Parsons taped antique-shop clocks as a quadraphonic test; Mason's rototoms follow, and the alarms still land like panic.

Dan Wilson of Semisonic at the piano, Adele singing, nothing else added; five weeks at number one.

Three years in San Quentin behind him, Haggard gave his narrator a life sentence he never served himself.

Noel's first lead vocal on an Oasis single, a phrase lifted from a Lennon tape, Manchester's anthem ever since.
Shinoda's piano figure under Bennington's chorus took nu metal to number two, and the RIAA finally certified it diamond.

Costello glimpsed a supermarket checkout girl, Clover backed him before the Attractions existed, and one line titled his debut.

A piano riff Martin nearly saved for the next album, rescued by their manager, then Record of the Year.

Fourteen weeks at number one, two soul interpolations underneath, and Carey singing softly rather than belting.

Haggard passed on it at the Pancho and Lefty sessions, so Nelson stayed behind and cut it himself after hours.

A wobble bass drop grafted onto a country breakup song, and Swift's full move to pop became inevitable.

Sub Pop pressed it as a one-off single in 2001; three years later Garden State made it a generational password.

One out-of-tune Liverpool piano, an attempt at a Harrison song abandoned, and the chord run Martin kept instead.

Robinson's falsetto over a slow Funk Brothers groove, with Pete Moore co-writing and stacking the harmonies behind him.