Deep in a Dream
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Frank Sinatra's song "Deep in a Dream" evoke feelings of nostalgia and longing for a past love. The first few lines describe the singer's physical surroundings as he prepares to sink into a state of reverie. The slow pace and calm tone set the stage for the dreamlike state the singer finds himself in as he begins to reminisce about a past love. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the singer's emotions as he longs to be reunited with the person he's dreaming about.


The smoke from the cigarette adds to the atmosphere of the dreamworld, creating a surreal feeling that elevates the singer's consciousness above his physical surroundings. The dream becomes more vivid as the song progresses, with the appearance of musical accompaniment that reflects the singer's emotions. The music is sweet and hypnotic, and it transports the singer and his lover into a world of their own where their love reignites. The song reaches an emotional climax as the singer confesses his love once again.


The last verse brings the listener back to reality, as the singer awakens from his dream. The dream may be over, but the memories will live on deep in his heart. The lyrics of "Deep in a Dream" are a poignant reminder of the power of memory and the intense emotions that come with lost love.


Line by Line Meaning

I dim all the lights and I sink in my chair
I lower the intensity of all the lights in the room and I slump in my seat


The smoke from my cigarette climbs through the air
The fumes from my cigarette rise up into the atmosphere


The walls of my room fade away in the blue
The boundaries of my bedroom begin to vanish into a bluish hue


And I'm deep in a dream of you
I'm lost in a vivid fantasy featuring no one but you


The smoke makes a stairway for you to descend
The smoke creates a symbolic staircase for you to come down


You come to my arms, may this bliss never end
You come to embrace me, and I hope this moment lasts forever


For we love anew just as we used to do
We experience this love again, just how we once did


When I'm deep in a dream of you
Whenever I'm consumed by my illusions about you


Then from the ceiling, sweet music comes stealing
Suddenly, melodious tunes trickle down from above


We glide through a lover's refrain, you're so appealing
We move effortlessly to a romantic melody, you captivate me so much


That I'm soon revealing my love for you over again
I can't help but express my affection for you all over again


My cigarette burns me, I wake with a start
My cigarette has burned me, I quickly snap out of my reverie


My hand isn't hurt, but there's pain in my heart
While my hand isn't physically wounded, my heart aches with a longing for you


Awake or asleep, ev'ry mem'ry I'll keep
Regardless of whether I'm awake or asleep, I'll cherish every memory


Deep in a dream of you
In the depths of my dreams, where thoughts of you are inescapable




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Written by: EDDIE DE LANGE, JIMMY VAN HEUSEN

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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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