Frank Marzano
2010-03-07
Carriage House, Lake City, PA 3/6/10

Story

recorded live at the Carriage House, Lake City, PA, 3/6/10

Lyrics

You tore my world apart and left me flat Without one word to say. You let me think that you’d be coming back. I held my breath and prayed. But when some time had passed I finally learned That you were gone forever, babe, and I’d been burned. I cried, but now I’m standing tall again. I’ve grown from yesterday. If you ain’t coming to apologize, Then turn around and kiss my ass goodbye. I should forgive you, but revenge is sweet, So pack your bags and take a walk down Humble Street. Humble Street. When I accepted you were gone for good, I turned my life around. I tried to be compliant when I could, But now I stand my ground. If someone hurts me, I will not forget, And when I hurt them back, well, I will not regret it. Don’t tell me stories of the love we had. It’s buried in the ground. If you could see what I was going through, I know damn well you’d sing a different tune. You may be sorry, but it’s not enough To quell the pain of unrequited love. I’ve tried to put the very thought of you Behind me, but it’s hard. I know inside it’s what I ought to do To let the healing start. There’ll be a time when I can let it go, But that won’t be today, because you hurt me so. I don’t believe that I can pardon you, The way you bruised my heart.
Frank Marzano
2010-03-07
Carriage House, Lake City, PA 3/6/10

Story

recorded live at the Carriage House, Girard, PA (3/7/10)

Lyrics

Heard the news, early in the morning. Didn’t Think that it could happen. Thought someone was kidding. After time, it came to me that maybe it was Just like they were saying, just like I was reading. Who can tell? In a world where chance and Fortune make decisions, nothing seems for certain. Like a flame; one day it can burn so Bright and be extinguished. Nothing to explain. Took a breath. The hardest part was coming: Breaking it to Kendall. This would surely change her. After all, I’d rather it was me that told her. Otherwise she’d learn it hearing from a stranger. Through the years, you were just the one who Knew what she had wanted, gave her what she needed. She was gone. It was up to me to Help her understand that she was not Alone. When an angel cries She may not weep forever But tears will fall. Dark and cloudy skies Conceal the horizon For one and all. Through the day, you try and carry on and act like Nothing even happened; business as usual. Once again, I’m overtaken by emotion. No, I won’t accept it; adamant refusal. Growing up, trying to find my way, I Always found your friendship, shining like a beacon. That was then. Now your guiding light has Gone out. Now I find I’m in the dark Alone. Down the road, a couple months have passed but though we Try to live without you, we cannot forget you. Feel the pain, and feel the loss but also understand That we are lucky simply to have met you. We can hope someday that the world will Learn what you achieved with faith and dedication. Though you’re gone, what you did remains around Us. We don’t have to carry on Alone.
Frank Marzano
2010-03-21
Presque Isle Coffee Shop, Erie, PA 3/21/10

Lyrics

I hear a love song playing on the radio Singing of a sweet September day. Words that every woman wants so much to hear Words I’ve always wished that I could say. But in my lifetime I’ve always wound up hurt. The people who I trusted most Treated me like dirt. The song I’m hearing Is only make believe. They’re singing of a love I can’t conceive. The Trouble with Love It’s never enough. You keep wanting more. It’s dangerous stuff. The more she hurts you The more you want her back. The Trouble with Love It eats you alive. You need her beside you Just to survive. Too far gone, there ain’t no turning back. That’s the Trouble with Love. I know a young girl with a heart as pure as gold. She was sure she thought she was in love. She had a boyfriend and she’d do as she was told. But he felt one girl was not enough. ‘cause when he came home every Friday night, she could tell from his expression something wasn’t right. And when she found out All she did was cry. Everything he told her was a lie. The Trouble with Love It’s never enough. You keep wanting more It’s dangerous stuff. The more he hurts you, The more you want him back. The Trouble with Love, It eats you alive. You need him beside you Just to survive. Too far gone, there ain’t no turning back. That’s the Trouble with Love. Now that I’m older, she and I have grown. Still we feel the hunger of the heart. The pain of silence, now that we’re alone Tells me we’re no better off apart. I hope she’s happy Now that I am gone. She’ll pick up the pieces of her Life and carry on. And if I’m lucky, I can do the same. This way no one person is to blame. The Trouble with Love It’s never enough We keep wanting more It’s dangerous stuff. The more they hurt us The more we want them back. The Trouble with Love It eats us alive We need them beside us Just to survive Too far gone, there ain’t no turning back. That’s the Trouble with Love.
Frank Marzano
2010-03-21
Presque Isle Coffee Shop, Erie, PA 3/21/10

Lyrics

A small town in north Pennsylvania, State Street and Main intersect. Here in the bar on the corner, Men come to drink and reflect. Some yearn for lost opportunities, Others for romance gone wrong. I've never known any love but my own, So instead, I'm composing this song. Her eyes shone like turquoise in August. Her blond hair was flaxen and full. Her smile was a beacon which told me With her, life would never be dull. She lost no time making her presence known. She spoke with assurance and grace. She said I was cute in my blue business suit, Then she bought me a drink at this place In those days the locals in town called it Ladies Night, With drink specials, pool, and hors d'oeuvres, Where each woman shines like a flash of light And gets the respect she deserves. We found that we had much in common. We both liked to play darts and dance, And as we got better acquainted, I knew that I might have a chance. The signals she gave me were plain to see. We flirted till night turned to day. I gave her my number, then went home to slumber. She said she would call me that day. In those days the locals in town called it Ladies Night, When females would drink here for free. They circle around like a satellite, And one might take interest in me. I waited with great expectation. I knew in my heart she would call. As afternoon turned into evening, I asked myself why she would stall. But there on the table, I chanced to see The phone bill I still hadn't paid. The line didn't work. She must think I'm a jerk Who deceived her and then ran away. And so I've returned several times since that Ladies Night To hope I might see her again. She hasn't come back, but someday she might. I'll wait with impatience till then. Yes, the locals, they still call it Ladies Night, With drink specials, pool, and hors d'oeuvres, Where each woman shines like a flash of light And gets the respect she deserves.

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