A Long Night
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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Long night, it's a long night, my friend
The barrooms and the back street's dead end
Sometimes I thought I saw the sunrise and good times in the air
It was just, it was just another big town with midnight's neon glare

Long night, it's a long night, I know
The bus rides and the "nowhere to go"
I've seen what the street corners do to things like love and dreams
Seen what the bottle can do to a man with his hopes and his schemes

A long night, what a long night it has been
The wheelers and the dealers, they win
I've tasted the 90-proof gin and chased it away with the blues
I rarely paid debts that I owed but I sure have paid my dues





No daylight, just a long night for me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Frank Sinatra's "A Long Night" depicts a theme of despair and hopelessness. The song talks about a man who is going through a difficult time in his life and he is spending his time in bars and backstreets, aimlessly wandering around without any sense of direction. The midnight's neon glare and the emptiness of the streets reflect the gloominess of his life. He talks about his experiences with love and dreams, and how they were crushed by the street corners and the bottle. The lyrics portray the feeling of being trapped in a cycle of misery, where days and nights blur into one long period of loneliness and despair.


Sinatra's delivery of the song added to the melancholic atmosphere of the lyrics. His smooth voice and the gentle melody of the song create a reflective mood that matches the theme of the lyrics. The repetition of "long night" emphasizes the length and depth of his pain, and the soaring quality of his voice reflects the hopelessness of his state of mind.


Overall, "A Long Night" is a poignant representation of the struggles of life, and the impact it can have on individuals. The lyrics and the delivery of the song come together to create a powerful emotional impact on the listener.


Line by Line Meaning

Long night, it's a long night, my friend
The night seems endless, lasting forever, my friend.


The barrooms and the back street's dead end
All that's left open are bars and dark alleys with no destination.


Sometimes I thought I saw the sunrise and good times in the air
At times, I had hope that the night would end with joy and optimism.


It was just, it was just another big town with midnight's neon glare
In reality, it was just another city with bright, artificial lights illuminating the darkness.


Long night, it's a long night, I know
The feeling of the night's never-ending aura is familiar, and I am aware of its length.


The bus rides and the "nowhere to go"
Bus rides leading to nowhere, with no destination in mind.


I've seen what the street corners do to things like love and dreams
I've witnessed the negative impact that being on the streets has on one's dreams and love life.


Seen what the bottle can do to a man with his hopes and his schemes
I've observed how alcohol can impact one's aspirations and goals in life.


A long night, what a long night it has been
The night has been so lengthy that it seems like a lifetime.


The wheelers and the dealers, they win
Those who are involved in illegal activities are successful in their endeavors.


I've tasted the 90-proof gin and chased it away with the blues
I have consumed strong alcohol and then gotten lost in a state of melancholy.


I rarely paid debts that I owed but I sure have paid my dues
I did not usually pay back people I owed but I've definitely paid the price for my actions.


No daylight, just a long night for me
No light can be seen, only the endless night surrounds me.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ALEC WILDER, LOONIS REEVES MC GLOHON

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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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