The Man In The Looking Glass
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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I've seen that face before
That face that I see in the mirror
I know that face, I've seen that face before
I knew that dopey guy
When he didn't know how to tie his tie
He stood right there and he had hair galore

The man in the looking glass
Who can he be
The man in the looking glass
Can he possibly be me
Where's our young Romeo
The lad who used to sigh
Who's the middle aged Lothario
With a twinkle in his eye
He seem so much wiser now
Less lonely but then
Could be he's only pretending again
Man in the looking glass
Smiling away, how's your sacroiliac today

Where's your first love affair
That tragedy d'amour
The true love you thought would be
The end of you for sure
Man in the looking glass, have no regrets
The man who's wise never forgets




That life is worth living if once in a while
You can look in that looking glass and smile

Overall Meaning

In Frank Sinatra's song The Man in the Looking Glass, the singer reflects on his own self-image as he looks into the mirror. As he gazes at himself, he recognizes the face he sees before him as his own, but also as the face of a younger, more inexperienced version of himself. The song is about the passage of time and the changes that come with aging. Sinatra wonders about the person he used to be, and the person he has become, and questions whether the two can ever truly be reconciled.


The lyrics explore the complexities of aging and the human experience. The singer acknowledges the highs and lows of his life, from his first love to his more recent experiences as a man of the world. He reflects on the passing of time and the inevitability of change, but ultimately finds comfort in the fact that he can still see himself clearly, and find pleasure in the image that he sees. In the end, the song is a celebration of life, and a reminder that even as we age, there is still beauty and wonder to be found in the world around us.


Line by Line Meaning

I've seen that face before
I see my own reflection in the mirror


That face that I see in the mirror
I see my own reflection in the mirror


I know that face, I've seen that face before
I recognize my own reflection


I knew that dopey guy
I remember my younger self


When he didn't know how to tie his tie
When I was inexperienced and unsure of myself


He stood right there and he had hair galore
I used to have a full head of hair


The man in the looking glass
My own reflection in the mirror


Who can he be
Asking who I have become


Can he possibly be me
Questioning whether I am still the person I used to be


Where's our young Romeo
Asking about my past love life


The lad who used to sigh
Referring to my younger self who was once a hopeless romantic


Who's the middle aged Lothario
Referring to my current self and my past romantic conquests


With a twinkle in his eye
With a look of self-satisfaction


He seem so much wiser now
Acknowledging that I have gained experience and knowledge over time


Less lonely but then
Although I may be less lonely, I miss my younger self's enthusiasm and energy


Could be he's only pretending again
Wondering if I am hiding my true emotions or putting on an act


Man in the looking glass
My own reflection in the mirror


Smiling away, how's your sacroiliac today
Making small talk with my reflection about my physical health


Where's your first love affair
Asking myself where my first love is now


That tragedy d'amour
Referencing the heartbreak I experienced in my past relationships


The true love you thought would be
Remembering the love I thought was the real deal


The end of you for sure
Feeling like I would never recover from the heartbreak


Man in the looking glass, have no regrets
Encouraging myself to live a life of fulfillment and avoid regret


The man who's wise never forgets
Acknowledging that my experiences have made me wiser, but still able to appreciate my past self


That life is worth living if once in a while
Realizing that life is still worth living, even with its ups and downs


You can look in that looking glass and smile
Finding joy in who I am today and the life I have lived




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Bart Howard

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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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