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Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra


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Настоящее имя Francis Albert Sinatra
Дата рождения 12 декабря 1915 г.
Место рождения Hoboken, New Jersey, United States
Дата смерти 14 мая 1998 г.
Место смерти Los Angeles, California, United States
Жанры Traditional pop
Jazz
Big band
Годы 1935—1995
Лейблы Columbia Records
Capitol Records
Reprise Records
См. также Rat Pack
Bing Crosby
Nancy Sinatra
Quincy Jones
Сайт Website



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Bows (You Are There) (Instrumental)
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Some like a night at the movies, some like a dance or a show
Some are content with an evening spent home by the radio
Some like to live for the moment, some like to just reminisce
But whenever I have an evening to spend. just give me one like this
This is a lovely way to spend an evening. can't think of anything I'd rather do
This is a lovely way to spend an evening, can't think of anyone as lovely as you
A casual stroll through a garden. a kiss by a lazy lagoon
Catching a breath of moonlight, humming our favorite tune
This is a lovely way to spend an evening
I want to save all my nights and spend them with you
Catching a breath of moonlight, humming our favorite tune
This is a lovely way to spend an evening
I want to save all my nights and spend them with you

. . .


I've got the world on a string
I'm sitting on a rainbow
Got the string around my finger
What a world, what a life - I'm in love

I've got a song that I sing
I can make the rain go
Any time I move my finger
Lucky me, can't you see - I'm in love

Life's a beautiful thing
As long as I hold the string
I'd be a silly so-and-so
If I should ever let her go

. . .


What now my love, now that you've left me
How can I live through another day
Watching my dreams turn to ashes
And my hopes turn to bits of clay

Once I could see, once I could feel
Now I am numb, I've become unreal
I walk the night, without a goal
Stripped of my heart and my soul

What now my love, now that it's over
I feel the world falling all around me
Here come the stars, tumbling around me
There's the sky, where that sea should be

What now my love, now that you're gone
I'd be a fool to go on and on
No one would care, no one would cry
If I should live if I should live or die

What now my love, now there is nothing
Only my last, my last good-bye

. . .


My story is much too sad to be told
But practically everything leaves me totally cold
The only exception I know is the case
When I'm out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui
Then I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face

Chorus:

I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all

So tell me why should it be true?
That I get a
Kick! Out of you

[3 different verses for every song]

(Some like the perfume from Spain)
(I'm sure that if I took even one sniff)
(It would bore me terrifically too)
(But I get a kick out of you)

(Some like the bop-type refrain)
(I'm sure that if, I heard even one riff)
(It would bore me terrifically too)
(But I get a kick out of you)

(Some they may go for cocaine)
(I'm sure that if, I took even one sniff)
(It would bore me terrifically too)
(But I get a kick out of you)

I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to see, you obviously do not adore me

I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some gal in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
But I get a kick out of you

. . .


Writer(s): Rodgers/Hart


I laughed at sweethearts
I met at schools
All indiscreet hearts
Seemed romantic fools
A house in Iceland
Was my heart's domain
I saw your eyes
Now castles rise in Spain!

I took one look at you
That's all I meant to do
And then my heart stood still
My feet could step and walk
My lips could move and talk
And yet my heart stood still

Though not a single word was spoken
I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands
Told me so well you knew
I never lived at all
Until the thrill of that moment when
My heart stood still

Through all my school days
I hated boys
Those April Fool days
Brought me loveless joys
I read my Plato
Love, I thought a sin
But since your kiss
I'm reading Missus Glyn!

. . .


they call you lady luck
but there is room for doubt
at times you have a very unladylike way
of running out

you're on this date with me
the pickin's have been lush
and yet before this evening is over
you might give me the brush

you might forget your manners
you might refuse to stay
and so the best that I can do
is pray

luck be a lady tonight
luck be a lady tonight
luck if you've ever been a lady to begin with
luck be a lady tonight

luck let a gentleman see
how nice a dame you can be
I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with luck be a lady with me

a lady doesn’t leave her escort
it isn’t fair
it isn’t nice

a lady doesn’t wonder all over the room
and blow on some other guys dice

lets keep this party polite
never get out of my sight
stick with me baby im the fellow
you came in with
luck be a lady tonight

luck let a gentleman see
just how nice
how nice a dame you can be I know the way you’ve treated
other guys you’ve been with
yeah luck be a lady with me

a lady doesn’t leave her escort
it isn’t fair
and its not nice

a lady doesn’t wonder all over the room
and blow on some other guys dice

so lets keep the party polite
never get out of my sight
stick with me baby im the guy that
you came in with
luck be a lady
luck be a lady
luck be a lady tonight

. . .


How glad the many millions of Annabelles and Lillians
Would be to capture me
But you had such persistence, you wore down my resistance
I fell and it was swell

I'm your big and brave and handsome Romeo
How I won you I shall never never know
It's not that you're attractive
But, oh, my heart grew active
When you came into view

I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie
All the day and night-time give me sigh
I never had the least notion that
I could fall with so much emotion

Could you coo, could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share
The world will pardon my mush
'Cause I have got a crush on you

Could you coo, could you care
For a cunning cottage
That we could share
The world will pardon my mush
'Cause I have got a crush, my baby, on you

. . .


Hey, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has Mac Heath, dear
And he keeps it, way out of sight
when that shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows they begin to spread
Fancy white gloves, has Mac Heath, dear
So there’s never, never a trace of red

On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning,
Lies a body, oozing' life,
Someone’s sneaking', ‘round that corner
Could that someone perhaps per chance be Mack the Knife?

From the tugboat, on a river going slow
A cement bag’s dropping down
You know, that cement is for the weight, dear
You can make a large bet that bums in town
(Yeah he’s in town)
My man Louie Miller
he split the scene babe,
After drawing' out all the bread from his stash
Now Mac Heath spends like a sailor
Do you suppose this guy he did something rash?

Old’ Satchsmoke, Louie Armstrong, Bobby Daron
They did this song nice, Lady Ella too
They all sang it, with so much feeling
That old blue eyes here ain’t gonna add anything new
(oh yes you do)
But with this big, fat, band jumping behind me
Swinging hard Jack (That’s Jimmy)
I know I cant loose, When I tell you
All about Mack the Knife, babe
It’s an offer you can never refuse

We’ve got Patrick William,
Bill Miller playin’ that piano
And this wonderful, great, big, band
bringin’ up the rear
all these bad cats, in this bad town
they make the greatest sound you ever gonna here

Oh Sukey Tawdry, (Oh Sukey Tawdry)
Jenny Diver, (Jenny Diver)
Polly Peaches (I know her well) Ms Lulu Brown
Yeah, the line forms on the right, dear
Now that Mack he
(Oh Mack he)
Yeah that bum is back
(Oh that bum he’s back)
And I’m gonna tell you
what I think that you should know
(What should I do)
You better lock your door
And call the law
Because Mack he
he’s come back to town

Get under the bed hide
(Look out old Mack is back)

. . .


The old wolf sniffs the summer breeze, and dreams about his youth,
For the sight of skirts above the knees turns his hardboiled brain to tears.
And the scent of honey in the tree whets an old sweet tooth.
The pretty girls go strolling by, I smile at them, and heave a sigh.
And think of all the things I've missed, and all the pretty girls I've never kissed.

They smile from field of daffodils, they wave from high and windy hills,
In secret places by the sea, the girls I've never kissed still wait for me.
All the girls whose names I can't recall, their faces haunt me still,
All the pretty girls I've never kissed and never will.
The girls of spring, the girls of fall, the girls of summer most of all,
If only time did not exist, if only I could catch that boat I always missed,
I'd go back and kiss all the pretty girls I've never kissed.

. . .


For once in my life
I have someone who needs me
someone I've needed so long

For once unafraid I can go where life leads me
and somehow know I'll be strong

For once I can touch what my heart used to dream of
long before I knew, someone warm like you
would make my dreams come true

For once in my life I won't let sorrow hurt me
not like it's hurt me before

For once I have something I know won't desert me
and I'm not alone anymore

For once I can say; this is mine you won't take it
Long as I know I have love I can make it
For once my life I have someone who needs me


For once I can say; this is mine you can't take it
Long as I know I got love I can make it
For once in my life I've got someone
Yeah, for once in my life I found someone
For once in my life, I've got someone
who needs me


. . .


There's a somebody
I'm longing to see
I hope that she
Turns out to be
Someone who’ll watch over me

I'm a little lamb
Who's lost in the wood
I know I could
Could always be good
To one who'll watch over me

Although I may not be the man
Some girls think of
As handsome
But to her heart
I'll carry the key

Won't you tell her please
To put on some speed
Follow my lead
Oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

Won't you tell her please
To put on some speed
Follow my lead
Oh how I need
Someone to watch
Over me

. . .


Writer(s): Kander/Ebb


Maybe this time, I'll be lucky
Maybe this time she'll stay
Maybe this time, for the first time
Love won't wander away

She's gonna hold me fast
And I'll be home at last
Not a loser anymore
Not like the last time, and the time before

Everybody loves a winner
But nobody loves me
Mr. Peaceful, Mr. Happy
That's what I want to be

All of the odds are, in my favor
Something's bound to begin
It's gotta happen, happen sometime
Maybe this time I'll win

. . .


I have got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin

I have tried so not to give in
I have said to myself this affair never gonna go so well
But why should I try to resist, when baby I know so well
I have got you under my skin

I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of holding you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, and it shouts in my ear

Don't you know blue eyes, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin

Instrumental

I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, and it shouts in my ear

Don't you know little fool, you never can win
Why not use your mentality, step up, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
I love you under my skin

. . .


Only one to a customer, only one,
One crack at paradise, next to none,
Here am I riding high on a miracle come full blown,
Hold him tight through a night like I've never known.
Because there's only one kind of wonderful,
I still try it, you and that smile I see in your eyes,
You'll never know the feeling until you spent your life in line,
Only one to your customer, and this time, I got mine.

Only one to a customer, rarely two,
But when you got that dream, one will do,
Why despair at the fair possibility luck has flown,
Stick around, fend your ground, till the cards are shown.
Because there's only one way they won't come up all aces high,
That's it, you've let the deal pass you by,
Somebody up there bottle the thrill, and like the rarest wine,
If it's one to a customer, I say, just fine,
Only one to a customer, and this one, this little bird is mine.

. . .


Writer(s): Rodgers/Hammerstein


Alone and awake, I've looked at the stars
The same that smiled on you
And time and again, I've thought all the things
That you were thinking too.

I have dreamed that your arms are lovely
I have dreamed what a joy you'll be
I have dreamed ev'ry word you'll whisper
When you're close, close to me

How you look in the glow of evening
I have dreamed and enjoyed the view
In these dreams I've loved you
So that by now I think I know
What it's like to be loved by you

. . .


And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I've travelled each and every highway
and more, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets I've had a few
But then again too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each chartered course
Each careful step along the by-way
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Yes, there were times
I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all
And I stood tall
And did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed, and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
"Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way"

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way

Yes, it was my way

. . .


Start spreadin' the news, i'm leavin' today. I want to be a part of it
New York, New York.

These vagabon shoes, are longing to stray, right through the very
heart of it, New York, New York.

I want to wake up in a city that doesn't sleep. And find i'm King of the
Hill, Top of the Heap.

These little-town blues, are melting away. I'll make a brand new start
of it in old New York. If I can make it there, i'll make it anywhere.

Its up to you New York, New York.

New York, New York. I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps.
And find i'm A-number-1, top of the list. King of the Hill, A-number-1.

These little town blues, are melting away. I'm gonna make a brand new
start of it, in old New York. And, if I can make it there, i'm gonna make
it anywhere.

It's up to you New York, New York. New York!

. . .

Bows (You Are There)

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