Notting Hill (film) - Music

Music

Music was composed by Trevor Jones. Several additional songs written by other artists include Elvis Costello's cover of the Charles Aznavour song "She", Shania Twain's remixed version of "You've Got A Way", as well as Ronan Keating's specially recorded cover of "When You Say Nothing at All"; the song reached number one in the British charts. The song played when Will strides down Portobello Road is "Ain't No Sunshine" by Bill Withers. Tony and Max play "Blue Moon" on the piano at Tony's restaurant on the night it closes. Originally, Charles Aznavour's version of "She" was used in the film, but American test screening audiences did not respond to it. Costello was then brought in by Richard Curtis to record a cover version of the song. Both versions of the song appear in non-U.S. releases. The soundtrack album was released by Island Records.

Track listing
  1. "From the Heart" - Another Level
  2. "When You Say Nothing at All" - Ronan Keating
  3. "Do What You Like" - Take That
  4. "She" - Elvis Costello
  5. "She" - Charles Aznavour
  6. "How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?" - Al Green
  7. "In Our Lifetime" - Texas
  8. "I Do (Cherish You)" - 98 Degrees
  9. "Born to Cry" - Pulp
  10. "Ain't No Sunshine" - Lighthouse Family
  11. "You've Got a Way" (Notting Hill remix) - Shania Twain
  12. "Gimme Some Lovin'" - Spencer Davis Group
  13. "Will and Anna" - Trevor Jones (Score)
  14. "Notting Hill" - Trevor Jones (Score)
  15. "Ain't No Sunshine" - Bill Withers (bonus track)

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