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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


Tell Her You Love Her (1963)
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While you're young, take the time, if you love her
Tell her you love her, tell her you love her
If the dream in your heart needs no other
Tell her you love her, tell her tonight

If there's a place for her warmth and her splendor
Tell her now before it?s too late

And before she belongs to another
Tell her you love her, tell her tonight

If there's a place for her warmth and her splendor
Tell her now before it?s too late

And before she belongs to another
Tell her you love her, tell her you love her
Tell her now, as you hold her tight
Tell her you love her, tell her tonight

. . .


Blow ill wind, blow away, let me rest today.
You're blowin' me no good, no good.
Go ill wind, go away, skies are oh so gray
Around my neighborhood, and that ain't good
You're only misleadin' the sunshine I'm needin', ain't that a shame
It's so hard to keep up with troubles that creep up
From out of nowhere, when love's to blame.
So ill wind, blow away. let me rest today.
You're blowin' me no good.

So, ill wind, blow away, please let me rest today.
You're blowing me no good, no good, no good.

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It's very clear
Our love is here to stay
Not for a year, but ever and a day
The radio
And the telephone
And the movies that we know
May just be passing fancies and in time may go
But oh my dear
Our love is here to stay
Together we're going a long long way
In time the Rockies may crumble
Gibraltar may tumble
They're only made of clay
But our love is here to stay

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Once I laughed when I heard you say
That I'd be playing solitaire uneasy in my easy chair
It never entered my mind
Once you told me I was mistaken that I'd awaken with the sun
And order orange juice for one
It never entered my mind

You have what I lack myself
Now I even have to scratch my back myself

Once you warned me that if you scorned me
I'd say a lover's prayer again
And wish that you were there again
To get into my hair again
It never entered my mind

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I took each word she said as gospel truth the way a silly little child would.
I can't excuse it on the grounds of youth, I was no babe in the wild, wild wood.
She didn't mean it, I should have seen it, but now it's too late.

I thought I'd found the girl of my dreams, now it seems, this is how the story ends:
She's gonna turn me down and say, "Can't we be friends?"
I thought for once it couldn't go wrong, not for long, I can see the way this ends:
She's gonna turn me down and say, "Can't we be friends?"
Why should I care though she gave me the air,
Why should I cry, heave a sigh, and wonder why, and wonder why?
I thought I found the gal I could trust, watta bust, this is how the story ends:
She's gonna turn me down and say, "Can't we be just friends?"

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Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she should
I got it bad and that ain't good
My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood
I got it bad and that ain't good

But when the weekend's over and Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out, just cryin' my heart out

Doesn't love me like I love her, no, nobody could
I got it bad and that ain't good

Like a lonely weepin' willow who's lost in the wood
I got it bad and that ain't good
And the things I tell my pillow, nobody should
I got it bad, I got I bad, and it's no good

Though folks with good intentions, they tell me to save up my tears
I'm glad I'm mad about her, I can't live without her

Lord above, make her love me the way that she should
I got it bad and that ain't good

I got it bad and that ain't good
No good
No good
No good
No good

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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

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Weep they will, will the lads down the street
When they find that you're promised to me.
Weep they will, as their heart's lose a beat
At the thought you'll no longer be free.

Oh, smug, am I; warm and snug am I,
When you're close in my arms just like this.
It's so easy to see they're jealous of me.
There's so much love they will miss.

Weep they will, at the sound of the news
That we're seen all over the town.
Eyes will fill, but they still will refuse
To believe you've turned them all down.

I don't blame them, I don't blame them,
They've lost the sweet victory.
And weep they will, oh, weep they will,
When they find you're promised to me.

(Musical interlude)

I don't blame them, I don't blame them,
They've lost the sweet victory.
And weep they will, oh, weep they will,
When they find you're promised to me.

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Every time it rains, it rains
Pennies from heaven
Don't you know each cloud contains
Pennies from heaven
You'll find your fortune falling all over the town
Make sure that your umbrella is upside down
Trade them for a package sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love
You must have showers
So when you hear it thunder dont run under a tree
There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me

Band Break

Trade ithem for a package of sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love
You must have showers
So when you hear it thunder
Don't run under a tree
There'll be pennies from heaven for you and me

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When you're alone who cares for starlit skies?
When you're alone the magic moonlight dies at break of dawn
There is no sunrise when your lover has gone

What lonely hours the ev'ning shadows bring
What lonely hours with mem'ries lingering like faded flow'rs
Life can't mean anything when your lover has gone

Like faded flowers, life can't mean anything when your lover has gone

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I guess I'll have to change my plan
I should have realized there'd be another man
I overlooked that point completely
Until the big affair began

Before I knew where I was at
I found myself upon the shelf and that was that
I tried to reach the moon but when I got there
All that I could get was the air

My feet are back upon the ground
I lost the one girl I'd found

Before I knew where I was at
I found myself upon the shelf and that was that
I tried to reach the moon but when I got there
All that I could get was the air

My feet are back upon the ground
I lost the one girl
The one girl I'd found

My boiling point is much too low
For me to try to be a fly Lothario

. . .


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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