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Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra


Background information
Birth name Francis Albert Sinatra
Born December 12, 1915
Born place Hoboken, New Jersey, United States
Died May 14, 1998
Death place Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Traditional pop
Jazz
Big band
Years active 1935—1995
Label(s) Columbia Records
Capitol Records
Reprise Records
Associated acts Rat Pack
Bing Crosby
Nancy Sinatra
Quincy Jones
Website Website



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Frank Sinatra Album


Sinatra At The Sands (1966)
1966
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One O'Clock Jump (Basie Instrumental)
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All of Me (Basie Instrumental)
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Makin' Whoopee (Basie Instrumental)
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My Kind Of Town (Reprise)
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Come fly with me let's fly, let's fly away
If you can use some exotic booze there's a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me let's fly, let's fly away

Come fly with me let's float down to Peru
In llamaland there's a one man band and he'll toot his flute for you
Come fly with me let's take off in the blue

Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We'll just glide starry eyed
Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so near
You may hear the angels cheer because we're together.

Weather-wise it's such a lovely day
Just say the words and we'll beat those birds down to Acapulco bay
It's perfect for a flying honeymoon they say
So come fly with me let's fly, let's fly away

(instrumental)

Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We'll just glide starry eyed
Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so near
You may hear all the angels cheer because we're together

Weather-wise it's such a lovely day
You just say those words and we'll beat those birds down to Acapulco bay
It's so perfect for a flying honeymoon they say
Come fly with me let's fly, let's fly
Pack up! let's fly away

. . .


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

. . .


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

. . .


The shadow of your smile
When you have gone
Will color all my dreams
And light the dawn

Look into my eyes, my love, and see
All the lovely things, you are, to me

Our wistful little star


It was far, too high
A teardrop kissed your lips
And so, so did i

Now when I remember spring
And every little lovely thing
I will be remembering
The shadow of your smile
Your lovely smile

. . .


Writer(s): Young


Love laughs at a king
Kings don't mean a thing
On the street of dreams

Dreams broken in two
Can be made like new
On the street of dreams

Gold, silver and gold
All you can hold
Is up there on a moonbeam
Poor, there ain't nobody poor
As long as love is sure
On the street of dreams

. . .


"One For My Baby" Frank Sinatra 4:26

It's quarter ta' 3, theres no one in the place
-cept' you and me.
So set em' up Joe, I got a little story
I think you should know.
We're drinkin' my friends, to the end, of a
brief episosde. Make it One For My Baby, and
One More For the Road.
I got the routine, put another nickel, in the
machine. Feelin' so bad, can't ya' make the music,
easy and sad.
I could tell you alot, but you've gotta' be, true to your code...
Just Make it One For My Baby, and One More For the Road.
You'd never know it, but buddy i'm a kind of poet, and i've
got allot of things, i'd like to say. And when i'm gloomy, won't
you listen to me, till' its talked away?
Well, thats how it goes, and Joe I know you're gettin' anxious
to close. And thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind, my
bend in your ear.
But this torch that i've found, its gotta be drowned, or it soon
might explode. So Make it One for My Baby, and one more for
the Road. The long, it's so long. The long, very long....

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Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like on
Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me

Fill my heart with song
And let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true
In other words
In other words
I love you

. . .

One O'Clock Jump (Basie Instrumental)

[No lyrics]

. . .


The season is upon us now
A time for gifts and giving
And as the year draws to its close
I think about my living
The Christmas time when I was young,
The magic and the wonder,
But colors dull and candles dim,
And dark my standing under
O little Zachary, shining light
You've set my soul to dreaming
You've given back my joy in life
And filled me with new meaning
A Savior King was born that day,
A baby just like you,
And as the Magi came with gifts,
I come with my gift too
That peace on Earth fills up your time,
That brotherhood surrounds you.
That you may know the warmth of love,
And wrap it all around you
It's just a wish, a dream I'm told
From days when I was young
Merry Christmas, little Zachary
Merry Christmas, everyone
Merry Christmas, little Zachary
Merry Christmas, everyone

. . .


You make me feel so young
You make me feel like spring has sprung
Every time I see you grin
I'm such a happy individual

The moment that you speak
I want to go and play hide-and-seek
I want to go and bounce the moon
Just like a toy balloon

You and I, are just like a couple of tots
Running across the meadow
Picking up lots of forget-me-nots

You make me feel so young
You make me feel there are songs to be sung
Bells to be rung, and a wonderful fling to be flung

And even when I'm old and gray
I'm gonna feel the way I do today
'Cause you make me feel so young

. . .


All of me
Why not take all of me
Can't you see
I'm no good without you
Take my lips
I wanna lose them
Take my arms
I'll never use them
Your goodbye left me with eyes that cry
How can I get on dear without you
You took the part that once was my heart
So why not take all of me

All of me
Why not take all of me
Can't you see
I'm just a mess without you
Take my lips
I wanna lose them
Why don't you take my arms
I'll never use them
Your goodbye left me with eyes that cry
How can I get along without you
You know that you took a part that used to be my heart
So why not take all of me

. . .


Writer(s): Cahn/van Heusen


One day you turn around, and it's summer
Next day you turn around, and it's fall
And all the winters and the springs of a lifetime
Whatever happened to them all

As a man, who as always had the wandering ways
I keep looking back to yesterdays
'Til a long forgotten love appears

And I find, I'm sighing softly as I near
September, the warm September of my years

As I man, who has never pauses at wishing wells
Now I'm watching children's carousels
And their laughter's music to my ears

And I find, that I'm smiling gently as I near
September, the warm September of my years
- The golden warm September of my years

. . .


I'm gettin' married in the morning
Ding-dong the bells are gonna chime
We'll have a whopper, pull out the stopper
Get me to the church on time

I've got to get there in the morning
Spruced up and lookin' in my prime
Pull out your compass, kick up a rompass
Get me to the church on time

If I am dancing roll up the floor
If I am whistling, out the door

I'm gettin married in the morning
Ding-ding-dong they're gonna chime
Girls come and kiss me, say that you'll miss me
Get me to the church on time

. . .


When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days are short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year

It was a massive good year

. . .


Don't worry 'bout me
I'll get along
Just you forget about me
Be happy my love

Just say that our little show is over
And so the story ends
Why not call it a day, the sensible way
And we'll remain friends

Look out for yourself
Should be the rule
Just give your heart and your love, to whom ever you love
Don't you be a fool

Baby why stop and cling, to some fading thing
That used to be
So if you can't forget
Don't you worry 'bout me

. . .


Writer(s): W. Donaldson/G. Kahn


Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin' whoopee

A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is nervous, he answers twice
Its really killin' that he's so willin' to make whoopee

Picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest
And think what a year can bring

He's washin dishes and baby clothes
He's so ambitious he even sews
But don't forget folks,
Thats what you get folks, for makin' whoopee

. . .


It seems we stood and talked like this before
We looked at each other in the same way then
But I can't remember where or when

The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore
The smile you are smiling you were smiling then
But I can't remember where or when

Some things that happened for the first time
Seem to be happening again

And so it seems that we have met before
And laughed before, and loved before
But who knows where or when?

Some things that happened for the first time
Seem to be happening again
(I can't remember, my darling, I can't remember when)

And so it seems that we have met before
And laughed before, and loved before
But who knows where or when?

. . .


Hey drink up all you people
And order anything you see
Have fun you happy people
The drink and the laugh's on me

Try to think that love's not around
Still it's uncomfortably near
My poor old heart ain't gainin' any ground
Because my angel eyes ain't here

Angel eyes, that old Devil sent
They glow unbearably bright
Need I say that my love's mispent
Mispent with angel eyes tonight

So drink up all of you people
Order anything you see
And have fun you happy people
The drink and the laugh's on me

Pardon me but I gotta run
The fact's uncommonly clear
I gotta find who's now the number one
And why my angel eyes ain't here
'Scuse me while I disappear

. . .


Now, this could only happen to a guy like me
And only happen in a town like this
So may I say to each of you, most gratefully
As I throw each one of you a kiss

This is my kind of town
Chicago is my kind of town
Chicago is my kind of people too
People who smile at you and

Each time I roam
Chicago is calling me home
Chicago is why I just grin like a clown
It's my kind of town.

My kind of town,
Chicago is my kind of town,
Chicago is my kind of raz-ma-taz
And it has all that jazz and

Each time I leave,
Chicago is tuggin' my sleeve
Chicago is a Wrigley Building
Chicago is the Union Stockyard
Chicago is one town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town

. . .


The season is upon us now
A time for gifts and giving
And as the year draws to its close
I think about my living
The Christmas time when I was young,
The magic and the wonder,
But colors dull and candles dim,
And dark my standing under
O little Zachary, shining light
You've set my soul to dreaming
You've given back my joy in life
And filled me with new meaning
A Savior King was born that day,
A baby just like you,
And as the Magi came with gifts,
I come with my gift too
That peace on Earth fills up your time,
That brotherhood surrounds you.
That you may know the warmth of love,
And wrap it all around you
It's just a wish, a dream I'm told
From days when I was young
Merry Christmas, little Zachary
Merry Christmas, everyone
Merry Christmas, little Zachary
Merry Christmas, everyone

. . .


Now, this could only happen to a guy like me
And only happen in a town like this
So may I say to each of you, most gratefully
As I throw each one of you a kiss

This is my kind of town
Chicago is my kind of town
Chicago is my kind of people too
People who smile at you and

Each time I roam
Chicago is calling me home
Chicago is why I just grin like a clown
It's my kind of town.

My kind of town,
Chicago is my kind of town,
Chicago is my kind of raz-ma-taz
And it has all that jazz and

Each time I leave,
Chicago is tuggin' my sleeve
Chicago is a Wrigley Building
Chicago is the Union Stockyard
Chicago is one town that won't let you down
It's my kind of town

. . .


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