Stromboli
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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On the island of Stromboli, recklessly I gave my heart
On the island of Stromboli, every dream I own had its start
If you tell me it was madness, I can only shrug and sigh
If you ask me for a reason, I can't tell you why

It wasn't the moonlight, for there wasn't a moon
No violins were playing, yet our heart-strings were in tune
How can I forget Stromboli, how can I begin to try
Tell me I'll regret Stromboli, I'll say what care I?

No luce da luna, perche luna non c'era
Sez ai en quan di violini
Con ecuando se en son




How can I forget Stromboli, how can I begin to try
Tell me I'll regret Stromboli, I'll say what care I?

Overall Meaning

The song "Stromboli" by Frank Sinatra is a tribute to the Italian island of Stromboli, where the singer found love and where he was inspired to dream big. The first verse of the song establishes his reckless behaviour in giving his heart to someone on the island, even though he cannot explain why. The second verse expresses the sentiment that the island was where all of his dreams came to life, despite the lack of a visible cause for his passion.


Sinatra then reflects on the impossibility of forgetting Stromboli and the futility of even trying. He challenges anyone who tells him he will regret his actions by expressing that he doesn't care about potential regrets, because the island's hold on him was already too strong. Finally, the Italian lyrics at the end of the song reinforce the overall sentiment of a passion ignited by a mystical force that is beyond words.


The song is a testament to the transformative power of passion and the transcendence of language in expressing such feelings. It captures the inexplicable nature of falling in love with a place or a person, and the impossibility of rationalising that experience. The song is an ode to the beauty and mystery of Stromboli, and to the way in which it impacted the singer's life.


Line by Line Meaning

On the island of Stromboli, recklessly I gave my heart
I gave my heart away without regard for the consequences while on the island of Stromboli


On the island of Stromboli, every dream I own had its start
Every dream I had started while on the island of Stromboli


If you tell me it was madness, I can only shrug and sigh
If you say that what I did was insane, I can only respond with a shrug and a sigh


If you ask me for a reason, I can't tell you why
I can't explain to you the specific reason behind why I did what I did


It wasn't the moonlight, for there wasn't a moon
The moonlight didn't play a role in the events that occurred, as there was no moon present


No violins were playing, yet our heart-strings were in tune
Although no music was being played, we shared an emotional connection and were in tune with each other


How can I forget Stromboli, how can I begin to try
I can't seem to forget about my experience on Stromboli, and I don't know how to even try


Tell me I'll regret Stromboli, I'll say what care I?
If you try to make me feel regret for what happened on Stromboli, I won't care because the experience was worth it to me




Writer(s): Taylor Irving, Charles Stephen, Lane Ken, Lane Kermit

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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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