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Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra


Background information
Birth name Francis Albert Sinatra
Born December 12, 1915
Born place Hoboken, New Jersey, United States
Died May 14, 1998
Death place Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Traditional pop
Jazz
Big band
Years active 1935—1995
Label(s) Columbia Records
Capitol Records
Reprise Records
Associated acts Rat Pack
Bing Crosby
Nancy Sinatra
Quincy Jones
Website Website



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Frank Sinatra Album


In The Wee Small Hours (1955)
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When the sun is high
In the afternoon sky
You can always find something to do
But from dusk til dawn
As the clock ticks on
Something happens to you

In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never even think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You'd be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss her most of all

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You'd be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss her most of all

. . .


You ain't been blue; no, no, no, you ain't been blue,
Till you've had that mood indigo.
That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues".
Always get that mood indigo, since my baby said goodbye.
In the evenin' when lights are low, I'm so lonesome I could cry.
'Cause there's nobody who cares about me,
I'm just a soul who's bluer than blue can be.
When I get that mood indigo, I could lay me down and die.

. . .


Look at yourself
If you had a sense of humor
You would laugh to beat the band
Look at yourself
Do you still believe the rumor
That romance is simply grand?

Since you took it right on the chin
You have lost that bright toothpaste grin
My mental state is all a jumble
I sit around and sadly mumble

Fools rush in
So here I am
Very glad to be unhappy
I can't win, so here I am
More than glad to be unhappy

Unrequited love's a bore
And I've got it pretty bad
When it's someone you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad

Like a straying baby lamb
With no mammy and no pappy
I'm so unhappy
But oh, so glad

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I get along without you very well, of course I do,
Except when soft rains fall and drip from leaves, then I recall
The thrill of being sheltered in your arms, of course, I do,
But I get along without you very well.
I've forgotten you just like I should, of course I have,
Except to hear your name, or someone's laugh that is the same,
But I've forgotten you just like I should.
What a guy, what a fool am I,
To think my breaking heart could kid the moon.
What's in store? Should I phone once more?
No, it's best that I stick to my tune.
I get along without you very well, of course I do,
Except perhaps in Spring, but I should never think of Spring,
For that would surely break my heart in two.

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I dim all the lights and I sink in my chair.
The smoke from my cigarette climbs through the air.
The walls of my room fade away in the blue,
And I'm deep in a dream of you.
The smoke makes a stairway for you to descend;
You come to my arms, may this bliss never end,
For we love anew just as we used to do
When I'm deep in a dream of you.
Then from the ceiling, sweet music comes stealing;
We glide through a lover's refrain, you're so appealing
That I'm soon revealing my love for you over again.
My cigarette burns me, I wake with a start;
My hand isn't hurt, but there's pain in my heart.
Awake or asleep, ev'ry mem'ry I'll keep
Deep in a dream of you.

. . .


In a world of glitter and glow, in a world of tinsel and show
The unreal from the real thing is hard to know
I discovered somebody who could be truly worthy and true
Yes, I met my ideal thing when I met you

I see your face before me crowding my every dream
There is your face before me, you are my only theme
It doesn't matter where you are, I can see how fair you are
I close my eyes and there you are.always
If you could share the magic, yes, if you could see me too
There would be nothing tragic in all my dreams of you
Would that my love could haunt you so, knowing I want you so
I can't erase your beautiful face before me

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I took each word she said as gospel truth the way a silly little child would.
I can't excuse it on the grounds of youth, I was no babe in the wild, wild wood.
She didn't mean it, I should have seen it, but now it's too late.

I thought I'd found the girl of my dreams, now it seems, this is how the story ends:
She's gonna turn me down and say, "Can't we be friends?"
I thought for once it couldn't go wrong, not for long, I can see the way this ends:
She's gonna turn me down and say, "Can't we be friends?"
Why should I care though she gave me the air,
Why should I cry, heave a sigh, and wonder why, and wonder why?
I thought I found the gal I could trust, watta bust, this is how the story ends:
She's gonna turn me down and say, "Can't we be just friends?"

. . .


When you're alone who cares for starlit skies?
When you're alone the magic moonlight dies at break of dawn
There is no sunrise when your lover has gone

What lonely hours the ev'ning shadows bring
What lonely hours with mem'ries lingering like faded flow'rs
Life can't mean anything when your lover has gone

Like faded flowers, life can't mean anything when your lover has gone

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What is this thing called love?
This funny thing called love?
Just who can solve its mystery
And why should it make a fool of me?

I saw you there one wonderful day
But you took my heart and you threw my heart away.
That's why I ask the Lord up in Heaven above
Just what is this thing called love?

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Last night when we were young, love was a star, a song unsung
Life was so new, so real so right, ages ago last night
Today the world is old, you flew away and time grew cold
Where is that star that shone so bright, ages ago last night
To think that spring had depended on merely this a look, a kiss
To think that something so splendid could slip away in one little daybreak
So now let's reminisce and recollect the sighs and the kisses
The arms that clung when we were young last night

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I'll be around,
No matter how
You treat me now
I'll be around from now on.

Your latest love
Can never last,
And when its past,
I'll be around when he's gone


Good-bye again,
And if you find a love like mine
Just now and then,
Oh drop a line to say you `re feeling fine

And when things go wrong
Perhaps you'll see
You're meant for me
So I'll be around when he's gone.

Good-bye again,
And if you find a love like mine
Just now and then,
Oh drop a line to say your feeling fine

And when things go wrong
Perhaps you'll see
You're meant for me
So I'll be around when he's gone.

. . .


Blow ill wind, blow away, let me rest today.
You're blowin' me no good, no good.
Go ill wind, go away, skies are oh so gray
Around my neighborhood, and that ain't good
You're only misleadin' the sunshine I'm needin', ain't that a shame
It's so hard to keep up with troubles that creep up
From out of nowhere, when love's to blame.
So ill wind, blow away. let me rest today.
You're blowin' me no good.

So, ill wind, blow away, please let me rest today.
You're blowing me no good, no good, no good.

. . .


Once I laughed when I heard you say
That I'd be playing solitaire uneasy in my easy chair
It never entered my mind
Once you told me I was mistaken that I'd awaken with the sun
And order orange juice for one
It never entered my mind

You have what I lack myself
Now I even have to scratch my back myself

Once you warned me that if you scorned me
I'd say a lover's prayer again
And wish that you were there again
To get into my hair again
It never entered my mind

. . .


The world is lyrical, because a miracle has brought my lover to me
Though she's some other place, her face I see
At night I creep in bed, and never sleep in bed
But look above in the air, and to my greatest joy, my love is there
She dances overhead on the ceiling near my bed
In my sight, all through the night
I try to hide in vain underneath my counterpane
But there's my love up there above
I whisper, "Go away, my lover, it's not fair"
But I'm so grateful to discover, that she's still there
I love my ceiling more, since it is a dancing floor, just for my love

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I'll never be the same, stars have lost their meaning for me,
I'll never be the same, nothing's what it once used to be,
And when the sun-birds that sing tell me it's spring,
I can't believe their song, once love was king, but kings can be wrong,
I'll never be the same, there is such an ache in my heart.
Never be the same, since we're apart.
Though there's a lot that a smile may hide, I know down deep inside,
I'll never be the same, never be the same again.
I'll never be the same, never be the same again

. . .


This love of mine goes on and on
Though life is empty since you have gone
You're always on my mind though out of sight
It's lonesome through the day, and, oh, the night

I cry my heart out, it's bound to break
Since nothing matters, let it break
I ask the sun and the moon, the stars that shine
What's to become of it, this love of mine?

I cry my heart out, it's bound to break
Since nothing matters, so let it break
I ask the sun and the moon, the stars that shine
What's to become of it, this love of mine?

This love of mine goes on

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