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A Broken-Hearted Love Song About the Phillies… Er, Phyllis

Feb 15, 2012, 11:59 AM EDT

Love hurts. And so do blown Achilles tendons. Put the two together and you've got a sad song about broken hearts.

Love hurts. And so do blown Achilles tendons. Put the two together and you’ve got a sad song about broken hearts.

Level reader Brandon sent in this tune titled “Phyllis” his band, WarrenScottBand, wrote. Upon first listen you may think it’s about some buxom South Philly women who broke his heart in the end, but for those of you who know, it’s ostensibly about a baseball team that shattered his dreams of true love. At least that one time. [audio below]

And the lyrics:

“Phyllis” (B. Warren)
(c) 2012 WarrenScottBand
 

You promised me the world, on holiday

We were gonna live happily ever after with a sunny parade

I promised to do my part

It was destiny from the start

But Phyllis, then you broke my heart

 

We used to play the field, but just for fun

When I first laid eyes I swore this would be a homerun

A hunter after his prey

Coals burning brighter each day

But Phyllis, then you took it away

 

CHORUS:

Those summer nights that we used to spend together

Just you and me and the AM Radio

I’d part the red sea

To get you closer to me

But I knew it wasn’t meant to be

When you didn’t show

 

I’d meet you at the park, our special place

Victory knows no thrill without the love of the chase

Advance to a wonderful start

Somehow it all fell apart

Phyllis why’d you break my heart?

 

CHORUS:

Those summer nights that we used to spend together

Just you and me and the AM Radio

It caught me off guard

I was abandoned in the yard

Well I guess it wasn’t in the cards

Oh where did you go?

 

(Solo Section)

 

CHORUS:

Those summer nights that we used to spend together

Just you and me and the AM Radio

Well my heart, it just sank

You can take that to the Bank

Baby Cause we left our scoreboard blank

Just thought you should know

 

So now it’s come to this, a swing and a miss

We had everything and more now that I reminisce

Though you won’t get to wear that ring

Who knows what coming seasons will bring

Oh Phyllis, I’ll try you again next spring