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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



Альбом Frank Sinatra


Sinatra Sings Cole Porter (2003)
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Easy To Love, I've Got You Under My Skin (Melody)
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Night and day
You are the one
Only you beneath the moon and under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, darling, where you are
I think of you
night and day

Day and night
Why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roarin' traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night

Night and day
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearnin' burnin' inside of me
And its torment won't be through
'Til you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day

Night and day
You are one
Only you 'neath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, baby, where you are
I think of you
Day and night

Night and day
Why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roarin' traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night

Night and day
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearnin' burnin' inside of me
And its torment won't be through
'Til you let me spend life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day


. . .


When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever green

I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
Even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin the beguine

To live it again is past all endeavor
Except when that tune clutches my heart
And there we are swearing to love forever
And promising never, never to part

What moments divine, what rapture serene
Till clouds come along to disperse the joys we had tasted,
And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted,
I know but too well what they mean.

So don't let them begin the beguine,
Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember
Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember
When they begin the beguine

Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play
Till the stars that were there before return above you
Till you whisper to me once more, Darling, I love you
And we suddenly know what heaven we're in
When they begin the beguine
When they begin the beguine

. . .


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

. . .


I love you. I love you.
Is all that I can say.
I love you. I love you.
The same old worlds I'm saying in the same old way.

I love you. I love you.
Three words that are divine.
And now, my dear, I'm waitin' to hear
The words that will make you mine.

Little girl, I love you.
Can't you see I love you.
I love you. Can't you see I love you.

I love you. I love you.
Three words that are divine.
And now, my dear, I'm waitin' to hear
The words that make you mine.

. . .

Easy To Love, I've Got You Under My Skin (Melody)

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. . .


O give me land, lots of land, and the starry skies above, don't fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love, don't fence me in.
O let me be by myself in the evening breeze,
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please, don't fence me in.
Just turn me loose and I'll straddle on my saddle underneath the western skies.
On my cayoose let me wander over yonder till I see the mountains rise.
O let me ride to the ridge where the West commences,
Gaze at the moon till I lose my senses,
Can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences, don't fence me in.

. . .


Whenever skies look gray to me and trouble begins to brew
Whenever the winter winds become too strong
I concentrate on you

When fortune cries "Nay, nay" to me
And people declare "You're through"
Whenever the blues become my only songs
I concentrate on you

On your smile, so sweet, so tender
When at first my kiss you do decline
On the light in your eyes when you surrender
And once again our arms intertwine

And so when wise men say to me
That love's young dream never comes true
To prove that even the wise men can be wrong
I concentrate on you

. . .


Why shouldn't I take a chance when romance passes by?
Why shouldn't I know of love?
Why wait around when each age has a sage who has sung
That upon this earth love is all that is really worth thinking of?

It must be fun, lots of fun
To be sure when day is done
That the hour is coming when you'll be kissed
And then you'll be kissed again

All debutantes say it's good
And every star out in far Hollywood
Seems to give it a try
So why shouldn't I?

All debutantes say it's good
And every star out in far Hollywood
Seems to give it a try
So why shouldn't I?

. . .


It was just one of those things
Just one of those crazy flings
One of those bells that now and then rings
It was one of those things

It was just one of those nights
Just one of those fabulous flights
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings
It was one of those things

If we'd thought a bit about the end of it
When we started jumpin' town
We'd have been aware that our love affair
Was too hot not to cool down

So good-bye, dear, good-bye and amen
Here's hopin' we'll meet now and then
It was great fun
But it was just one of those things

It was just, just, just, just
It turned out to be one of those grabbin' nights
Just one of those fabulous flights
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings

Yeah--ahh,
If we'd thought a bit 'bout the end of it
When we started to bust up the town
We'd have been aware that this love affair
Was too hot not to cool down

So good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, ta-ta, so long and you might even add "Amen"
Here's hopin' we'll do it again

It was great fun
But it was just one of those things




. . .


Why can't you behave? Oh, why can't you behave?
After all the things you told me, and those promises that you gave,
Oh, why can't you behave?
Why can't you be good? And do just as you should?
Won't you turn that new leaf over, so your baby can be your slave?
Oh, why can't you behave?
There's a farm I know near my old home town,
Where we two can go and try settling down.
There I'll care for you forever, 'cause you're all in the world I crave.
But baby, why can't you behave?
I said I'll care for you forever, 'cause you're all in the world I crave.
But why, why can't you behave?
Baby, I'm all confused.

. . .


Strange dear, but true, dear, when I'm close to you, dear
The stars fill the sky, so in love with you am I.
Even without you, my arms fold about you,
You know darling why, so in love with you am I.
In love with the night mysterious, the night when you first were there.
In love with my joy delirious, when I knew that you could care.
So taunt me, and hurt me, deceive me, desert me,
I'm yours till I die, so in love, so in love so in love with you, my love, am I.

. . .


You'd be so nice to come home to
You'd be so nice by the fire
While the breeze on high sang a lullaby
You'd be all that I could desire

Under stars chilled by the winter
Under an August moon burnin' above
You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise
To come home to and love

You'd be so nice to come home to
You'd be awful nice by the fire
While the breeze up on high sang a lullaby
You'd be all that I could desire

Under stars chilled by the winter
Under an August moon burnin' up there above
You'd be so nice, just like paradise
To come home to and love

. . .


with (Rosemary Clooney) [both Frank and Rosemary]


Oh by Jove and by Jehovah, you have set my heart aflame,
(And to you, you Casanova, my reactions are the same.)
I would sing thee tender verses but the flair, alas, I lack.
(Oh go on, try to versify and I'll versify back)
Well, let me see now, Cherry Pies ought to be you,
(Autumn skies ought to be you)
The Pulitzer prize ought to you,
(Romeo in disguise ought to be you,)
Columbine ought to be you,
(Sparkling wine ought to be you)
All of Beethoven's Nine ought to be you
(Every Will Shakespeare line ought to be you.)
You are so enticing, I'm starting to shake,
(You are just the icing to put on my cake)
You mean I'm yummy, heaven's blue ought to be you
(Heaven too ought to be you.)
Everything super-do ought to be you.
Ashe Pudells ought to be you
(Orson Wells ought to be you)
Uncles like Kip Cornell ought to be you.
(Towels from Ritz hotel ought to be you)
Each Snow White ought to be you
(Ambrose' light) hey, that's good (ought to be you)
Eleanor wrong or right ought to be you.
(Errol Flynn loose or tight) watch it ( ought to be you)
You are so exciting, I can't even laugh, wanna top that one
(If you're fond of biting, I'll bite you in half.)
To continue, Whistler's ma ought to be you
(Eliot's pa ought to be you)
Everything hip-hurrah ought to be you
(Ought to be you), ought to be you, (ought to be you)
Ought to be you (ought to be you) ought to be you (ought to be you)
[Ought to be you!]

. . .


You do something to me
Something that simply mystifies me
Tell me, why should it be
You have the power to hypnotize me?
Let me live 'neath your spell
Do do that voodoo that you do so well
Cause you do something to me
That nobody else could do

You do something to me
Something that simply mystifies me
Tell me, why should it be
You got the power to hypnotize me?
Let me live 'neath your spell
Do do that voodoo that you do so well
Cause you do something to me
That nobody else can do
That no one else in the world can do

. . .


I am loved, I am loved by the one I love in every way
I am loved, absolutely loved
What a wonderful thing to be able to say

I'm adored, I'm adored by the one who first led my heart astray
I'm adored, absolutely adored
What a wonderful thing to be able to say

So ring out the bells and let the trumpets blow
And beat on the drums, 'cause now I know, I know

I am loved, I am loved
What a wonderful thing, what a beautiful thing
What a glorious thing to be able to say

What a wonderful thing, what a beautiful thing
What a glorious thing, I am loved

. . .


You don't remind me of the iris in spring,
Or of dawn on the mountain when the bluebirds start to sing.
You don't remind me of the breeze on the bay,
Or a star in the fountain where the silver fishes play.
Through the moonglow in September,
You reveal no resemblance of the first snow in November,
You're not even a semblance.
No, you don't remind me of the world around me,
For behind me for so much such,
My love for you blinds me,
That my darling you only remind me of you,
Of you, of you.

. . .


When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever green

I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
Even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin the beguine

To live it again is past all endeavor
Except when that tune clutches my heart
And there we are swearing to love forever
And promising never, never to part

What moments divine, what rapture serene
Till clouds come along to disperse the joys we had tasted,
And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted,
I know but too well what they mean.

So don't let them begin the beguine,
Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember
Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember
When they begin the beguine

Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play
Till the stars that were there before return above you
Till you whisper to me once more, Darling, I love you
And we suddenly know what heaven we're in
When they begin the beguine
When they begin the beguine

. . .


Night and day
You are the one
Only you beneath the moon and under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, darling, where you are
I think of you
night and day

Day and night
Why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roarin' traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night

Night and day
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearnin' burnin' inside of me
And its torment won't be through
'Til you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day

Night and day
You are one
Only you 'neath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me or far
It's no matter, baby, where you are
I think of you
Day and night

Night and day
Why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roarin' traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night

Night and day
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearnin' burnin' inside of me
And its torment won't be through
'Til you let me spend life making love to you
Day and night
Night and day


. . .


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