Feet Of Clay
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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Her eyes were softer than the night, her lips were honey and wine
And oh I love her more than life, I worship this love of mine.

I worshipped her so blindly till I was told one day,
For love of gold, my true love sold, sold her heart away.

The love that I had idolized has sold her heart away,
Too late, too late, I realized my idol had feet of clay.




Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Frank Sinatra's song "Feet of Clay" describe a man who is deeply in love with a woman. He describes her as having soft eyes and sweet lips, and he professes his love and devotion to her. However, he eventually learns that his love has been unfaithful to him, having sold her heart for the love of money. The singer is devastated by the news, realizing that the person he had idolized and worshipped was flawed and had "feet of clay."


The phrase "feet of clay" comes from the biblical book of Daniel, and it refers to someone who appears strong and reliable but has hidden weaknesses or flaws that can bring them down. In the case of the song, the singer's idolization of his love blinded him to her flaws, and he only realizes the truth when it is too late. The lyrics are a cautionary tale about the dangers of blindly worshiping another person, and the pain that can come from such devotion.


Line by Line Meaning

Her eyes were softer than the night, her lips were honey and wine
I found her captivating, her eyes like the dark sky, and her lips as sweet as nectar


And oh I love her more than life, I worship this love of mine.
I was deeply in love with her, my love for her was everything to me, I adored her


I worshipped her so blindly till I was told one day,
I was so devoted to her that I couldn't see what was really happening


For love of gold, my true love sold, sold her heart away.
She betrayed me for the sake of money, she sold her heart to someone else


The love that I had idolized has sold her heart away,
The love that I had put on a pedestal has been lost, she doesn't love me anymore


Too late, too late, I realized my idol had feet of clay.
I realized too late that the person I idolized and put so much faith in, was flawed and capable of hurting me




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Written by: ALEX C. KRAMER, HY ZARET, JOAN WHITNEY

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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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