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“Reach Out (I’ll Be There)” – The Four Tops

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About the Song

Ah, “Reach Out (I’ll Be There)” by The Four Tops. Released in 1966, this isn’t just a song; it’s a timeless soul ballad that transcends generations. It’s a beacon of hope and unwavering devotion, a testament to the enduring power of Motown’s soulful sound.

Composed by the legendary songwriting trio Holland-Dozier-Holland, “Reach Out” perfectly captures the essence of classic Motown. The song opens with a gentle piano melody, setting the stage for the soaring vocals of The Four Tops. Levi Stubbs, the group’s lead singer, delivers the lyrics with a heartfelt sincerity that’s impossible to resist.

The message of the song is simple yet powerful: an outstretched hand offering comfort and support in times of despair. “And through your tears, you look around but there’s no peace of mind to be found,” sings Stubbs, acknowledging the feeling of isolation. But then comes the reassuring refrain: “I’ll be there to give you all the love you need and I’ll be there, you can always depend on me.” It’s a message of unwavering loyalty, a promise of love that stands strong even amidst life’s challenges.

Beyond the soulful vocals and touching lyrics, “Reach Out” boasts a captivating melody and a driving rhythm section. The hand claps and tambourine add a layer of playful energy, while the horns provide a touch of sophistication. The entire arrangement is masterfully crafted, perfectly complementing the song’s emotional core.

“Reach Out (I’ll Be There)” wasn’t just a hit; it was a cultural phenomenon. It topped the charts on both sides of the Atlantic, becoming Motown’s second number one in the UK. It’s been featured in countless movies and TV shows, solidifying its place in pop culture history. Rolling Stone ranked it among the “500 Greatest Songs of All Time,” and the Library of Congress even deemed it worthy of preservation in the National Recording Registry.

“Reach Out (I’ll Be There)” is more than just a song; it’s a timeless classic. It’s a soulful anthem that reminds us of the importance of compassion, the unwavering strength of love, and the comfort found in knowing someone will always be there to catch you when you fall.

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Lyrics: Reach Out (I’ll Be There)

Now if you feel that you can’t go on (can’t go on)
Because all of your hope is gone (all your hope is gone)
And your life is filled with much confusion (much confusion)
Until happiness is just an illusion (happiness is just an illusion)
And your world around is crumbling down, darlin'(Reach out) Come on girl reach on out for me
(Reach out) Reach out for me
Hah, I’ll be there with a love that will shelter you
I’ll be there with a love that will see you throughWhen you feel lost and about to give up (to give up)
‘Cause your best just ain’t good enough (just ain’t good enough)
And your feel the world has grown cold (has grown cold)
And your drifting out all on your own (drifting out on your own)
And you need a hand to hold, darlin'(Reach out) Come on girl, reach out for me
(Reach out) Reach out for me
Hah, I’ll be there to love and comfort you
And I’ll be there to cherish and care for you(I’ll be there to always see you through)
(I’ll be there to love and comfort you)I can tell the way you hang your head (hang your head)
You’re not in love now, now you’re afraid (you’re afraid)
And through your tears you look around (look around)
But there’s no peace of mind to be found (no peace of mind to be found)
I know what your thinking
You’re a loner, no love of your own, but darling(Reach out) Come on girl reach out for me
Reach out, just look over your shoulder
I’ll be there to give you all the love you need
And I’ll be there you can always depend on me
I’ll be there

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