The End of a Love Affair
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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So I walked a little too fast, and I drive a little too fast,
And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do
At the end of a love affair?
So I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much,
And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd,
So that people are apt to stare.
Do they know, do they care,
That it's only that I'm lonely, and low as can be,
And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all.
So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much,
And the tunes I request are not always the best,
But the ones where the trumpets blare,
So I go at a maddening pace,
And I pretend that it's taking her place,
But what else can you do at the end of a love affair?
So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much,
And the tunes I request are not always the best,
But the ones where the trumpets blare,
So I go at a maddening pace,




And I pretend that it's taking her place,
But what else can you do at the end of a love affair?

Overall Meaning

The End Of A Love Affair is a hauntingly beautiful song by Frank Sinatra that speaks to the heartbreak and pain of the end of a relationship. The lyrics paint a picture of a man who is struggling to cope with the loss of his lover. He is reckless, talks too much, smokes and drinks too much, and is always pretending that he is over her. His behavior is a desperate attempt to fill the void left by the end of their love affair. The man is clearly in emotional turmoil and is trying his best to mask his sadness with a façade of carefree behavior.


The chorus of the song repeats the line, “what else can you do at the end of a love affair?” – a rhetorical statement that suggests that the man is resigned to his fate. He is powerless to undo what has been done, and he has no choice but to go through the motions of his life, hoping that someday his heart will heal.


The song beautifully captures the raw emotions that one goes through after a breakup. It shows that even someone as famous and revered as Frank Sinatra was not immune to the pain of heartbreak.


Line by Line Meaning

So I walked a little too fast, and I drive a little too fast,
I am trying to escape the pain of my broken heart by rushing through my life.


And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do At the end of a love affair?
I know I am behaving carelessly, but I am lost and confused after the end of a love affair, and I don't know what else to do.


So I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much, And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd, So that people are apt to stare.
I am overcompensating for my loneliness by being overly talkative and engaging in social situations, but it is only causing me more attention and making me feel more isolated.


Do they know, do they care, That it's only that I'm lonely, and low as can be, And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all.
I wonder if people around me can see my true emotions, that I am deeply lonely and sad despite my attempts to mask it with a smile.


So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much, And the tunes I request are not always the best, But the ones where the trumpets blare,
I am indulging in vices to numb my pain, and seeking out music that reflects my emotions and amplifies them.


So I go at a maddening pace, And I pretend that it's taking her place, But what else can you do at the end of a love affair?
I am trying to replace the love I lost by throwing myself into distractions, but I know deep down that nothing will truly fill the void left by my lost love.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: EDWARD C. REDDING

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Mike


on The Lady Is A Champ

eight

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She can't eat late and stay up all night, because unlike society types, she has to get up in the morning.

She likes the theatre and never comes late
She cares more about seeing the play than being seen making an entrance.

She never bothers with people she'd hate
Her friends are friends, not social trophies.

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
While barrns and earls probably don't play craps, she associates with friends, not people to be seen with.

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
She doesn't "slum", the practice of the rich in the 30's, when the song was written, of touring poor neighborhoods dressed in rich clothes to "tut, tut" about the deplorable conditions, and congratulate each other for "caring about the poor"

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Doesn't trade gossip for acceptance among an in-crowd


She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
She cares more about how her hair feels than conforming with current hair fashions

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
Since most of California is noticeably warmer and / or drier than New York, where the play the song was written for is set, this is probably a facetious excuse to like what she likes.


And she won't go to Harlem in Lincoln's or Ford's
Another reference to slumming, but facetious, since Lincolns and Fords were middle-class, not luxury brands when the lyric was written

Anonymous


on Try a Little Tenderness

Here are the correct lyrics

Try A Little Tenderness - Frank Sinatra - Lyrics

Oh she may be weary
Women do get wearied
Wearing that same old shabby dress
And when she’s weary
You try a little tenderness

You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating things she’ll may never possess
While she is without them
Try just a little bit of tenderness

It’s not just sentimental
She has her grieve and her care
And the words that soft and gentle
Makes it easier to bear
You wont regret it
Women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Musical Interlude

And, it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Daniel


on The Way You Look Tonight

I met Frank Jr. in Las Vegas, a real gentleman. RIP you both.

Giorgi Khutashvili


on Theme from New York, New York

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