P.s. I Love You
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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What is there to write? What is there to say?
Same things happen everyday, not a thing to write, not a thing to say
So I take my pen in hand and start the same old way

Dear, I thought I'd drop a line, the weather's cool, the folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine, p. s. I love you
Yesterday we had some rain, but all in all, I can't complain
Was it dusty on the train, p. s. I love you
Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able
They came around to call, and I burned a hole in the dining room table
And let me see, I guess that's all
Nothing else for me to say, and so I'll close but by the way
Everybody's thinking of you, p. s. I love you
I do my best to obey all your wishes, I put a sign up "Think"
But I gotta buy us a new set of dishes, or wash the ones that are piled in the sink




Nothing else to tell you dear, except each day seems like a year
Every night I'm dreaming of you, p. s. I love you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Frank Sinatra's “P.S. I Love You” depict a sense of repetition and routine in the singer's daily life. The singer seems to be writing a letter to his lover about the mundane and routine happenings of their life, admitting that there isn't much to write or say since they face the same things every day. The letter begins with the singer acknowledging the weather and the well-being of his family but then proceeds to list various trivial details like the rain, train conditions, and burning a hole in the dining room table. Despite the banality of the letter, the singer's affection for his lover shines through when he concludes the letter by expressing his love for her.


At one level, the song seems to be a simple love song about a man writing to his lover, but it also highlights the emotional turmoil of a person living far from his partner. The letter-writing is the only way to keep in touch and express his love. The lyrics effectively convey a sense of loss and longing without any melodrama. There is a simplicity to them that mirrors the everyday nature of the singer's life.


In a broader sense, the song is a reflection of the post-World War II American culture characterized by simplicity, security, and steady progress. It is a hymn of hope in a world that was trying to rebuild after the devastation of the war. It echoes the sentiments of the many who had been separated from their loved ones during the war and were trying to reconnect with them again.


Line by Line Meaning

What is there to write? What is there to say?
The singer believes that there is nothing new to say or write, and everything seems repetitive and mundane.


So I take my pen in hand and start the same old way
Despite feeling this way, the singer chooses to write a letter to his love using the same old format he always uses.


Dear, I thought I'd drop a line, the weather's cool, the folks are fine
The singer greets his love and lets her know that it's just another day on his end, with no interesting developments.


I'm in bed each night at nine, p. s. I love you
The singer lets his love know that he still loves her, even though he doesn't have anything new to report. The fact that he's in bed early shows that he is leading a mundane life.


Yesterday we had some rain, but all in all, I can't complain
The singer lets his love know that it rained yesterday, but it wasn't a big deal. He doesn't have anything to complain about because his life is dull and predictable.


Was it dusty on the train, p. s. I love you
The singer asks his love if she thinks the train was dusty. This shows that he's trying to create some conversation, even if it's about small things.


Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able
The singer asks his love to write to the Browns (maybe someone he knows). This shows that he is trying to involve her in his life.


They came around to call, and I burned a hole in the dining room table
The Browns came to visit and the singer accidentally burned a hole in the dining room table. This is an interesting event for him, but he doesn't have much else to say.


And let me see, I guess that's all
The singer acknowledges that he doesn't have much else to say. He's just trying to create some connection with his love, even if it's about small things.


Nothing else for me to say, and so I'll close but by the way
The singer tells his love that he's done writing, but he wants to add one more thing before he signs off.


Everybody's thinking of you, p. s. I love you
The singer wants his love to know that everyone is thinking of her, and he still loves her even though there's nothing exciting happening in their lives.


I do my best to obey all your wishes, I put a sign up "Think"
The singer wants his love to know that he's doing his best to listen to her and care for her. He even put up a sign that reminds him to 'think', maybe about her and their relationship.


But I gotta buy us a new set of dishes, or wash the ones that are piled in the sink
The singer acknowledges that there are dirty dishes in the sink, and he wants to take care of them. He's trying to make their life easier and happier, even if it's just by taking care of small things.


Nothing else to tell you dear, except each day seems like a year
The singer doesn't have anything else to say, but he wants his love to know that time seems to pass slowly without her around.


Every night I'm dreaming of you, p. s. I love you
The singer wants his love to know that he's thinking about her even when he's asleep. He wants her to know that he loves her, even though nothing much is happening in their lives.




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Written by: Gordon Jenkins, Johnny Mercer

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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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