Street of Gold written by East Coast songwriters Mike Peloso & Sal Vitale is an ode to Americana artists Tom Petty & Neil Young. Reminiscent of Young’s “Birds”, the song touches on the struggle of being in a one-sided relationship & the guilt the hurt party is made to feel. “What I call betrayal, you call love” & “You think of me as just a beggar standing on a street of gold” hint at this. “Yet I keep coming back with an empty bag that I hold, filled with a heavy load of dreams still untold” touches on the struggle one feels for holding on to something that is long gone. With very heartfelt & relatable lyrics delivered beautifully by the very talented Lenny Mack & Janet Burgan “Gold” offers a wonderful debut song by this songwriting duo.

Writers: Michael Peloso, Salvatore Vitale
2015 MonkeySticks Music (BMI)
2015 US Copyright
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Performers:
Lenny Mack: Lead/Backing Vocals, Guitars, Drums
Janet Burgan: Backing Vocals, Harmonies

Produced by Michael Peloso & Salvatore Vitale
Engineered & Mixed by Salvatore Vitale
Recorded at The Lair Studios, East Stroudsburg, PA
Mastered by Andy Bartow for Blackdog Mastering Tampa, FL
Artwork by Catherine Carbone for LattArt Acrylic Designs Richmond, VA

Janet Burgan appears courtesy of JRB Music

Lyrics

Street of Gold
(Peloso, Vitale)

Doors once opened now suddenly closed
Stripped of everything naked & exposed
The gallows around me hang low from above
& what I call betrayal you call love

Stranded on this corner
With no bread or water
A fallen angel from above
A lamb led to its slaughter
The gallows around me hang low from above
& what I call betrayal you call love

Yet I keep coming back
With this empty bag that I hold
Filled with a heavy load of dreams still untold
Guilty of buying everything your smile sold
& you think of me as a beggar
Standing on a street of gold

Fables, fairytales don’t always end so well
Don’t worry
All those secrets you hold I will never tell

& what I call betrayal
You call love

Yet I keep coming back
With this empty bag that I hold
Filled with a heavy load of dreams still untold
Guilty of buying everything your smile sold
& you think of me as a beggar
Standing on a street of gold

Gold, gold, gold, gold

Guilty of buying everything your smile sold
& you think of me as just a beggar
Stranded on a street of gold

2015 Monkeysticks Music (BMI)
2015 US COPYRIGHT
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED