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The Golden Voice
Frank Sinatra Lyrics

All or Nothing At All All or nothing at all Half a love never appealed to…
Almost Like Being in Love What a day this has been! What a rare mood I'm…
Cradle Song Lullaby and good night with roses bestride With lilies bedec…
Five Minutes More Dear, this evening seemed to go so awfully fast We had…
I Fall In Love Too Easily I fall in love too easily, I fall in love…
Mam'selle A small Cafe Mam'selle, our rendezvous, Mam'selle. The viol…
Oh What a Beautiful Morning There's a bright golden haze on the meadow, There's a bright…
Oh! What It Seemed To Be It was just a neighborhood dance That's all that it was But,…
On a Little Street in Singapore On a little street in Singapore, We'd meet beside a lotus-c…
People Will Say We're in Love Why do they think up stories that link my name…
Saturday Night (Is the Loneliest Night of the Week) Writer(s): Cahn/van Heusen Saturday night is the loneliest…
Stella by Starlight The song a robin sings Through years of endless springs Th…
Stormy Weather Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky,…
Sweet Lorraine Just found joy I'm as happy as a baby boy When he's…
The Coffee Song (They've Got An Awful Lot Of Coffe Down In Brazil) Way…
The Girl That I Marry The girl that I marry will have to be As soft…
The Night We Called It a Day There was a moon out in space But a cloud drifted…
The Sunshine of Your Smile Powder your face with sunshine Put on a great big smile Make…
The Things We Did Last Summer The boat rides we would take, the moonlight on the…
They Say It's Wonderful They say that falling in love is wonderful It's wonderful, s…
Time After Time Time after time, I tell myself that I'm So lucky to be…
Without A Song Without a song the day would never end Without a song…
You'll Never Walk Alone When you walk through a storm, Hold your head up high, And…


on The Lady Is A Champ


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


on Try a Little Tenderness

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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


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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