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Lately I have been thinking a lot about my favorite book series “Youth in Revolt”. And no, I am not referring to the movie adaptation that left out about half of the three books it was based off (also not to say the movie sucked. Michael Cera was a perfect fit for Nick Twisp and Portia Doubleday played the role of Sheeni Saunders, as if she were meant for it. I still despise Sheeni’s character to this day. If you read the series, you may agree or disagree.) I am talking about the 7-book series that had me enthralled the whole way through. This was a series that didn’t allow me to rest unless I was flipping through its content with wide eyes and a tender heart.

Now you might be thinking “Who fucking cares? Why are we listening to Frank Sinatra while you blab about some book?”. Well that would be because Nick Twisp is also a Frank Sinatra fanatic; and in the book, he and Sheeni enjoy small coffee shops together for its simplicity and intimate setting. And considering Nick, was head-over-heels for Sheeni, this song came rushing into my conscience as I replayed the scenes over and over in my head.

So I thought I’d share the song with you all and maybe even garner some interest in those who have yet to dive into the fantastical mind of C.D. Payne and his quirky novels 🙂

Mam’selle Performed by Frank Sinatra:

A small Cafe, Mam’selle, our rendezvous, Mam’selle.
The violins were warm and sweet, and so were you Mam’selle.
And as the night danced by, a kiss became a sigh,
Your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does for you.
And yet I know too well someday you’ll say goodbye,
Then violins will cry, and so will I, Mam’selle.

Keyword: “was”.

This was my Love performed by Frank Sinatra

Soft as a raindrop, fresh as the sea
Warm as the sunshine shining on me
This was my love, this was my love

Light was her laughter, few were her tears
Gentle her beauty, tender her years
This was my love, this was my love

So young, so fair, such bright golden hair
A smile always on her face
No other love can ever compare
No other can take her place

Others may cherish fortune or fame
I will forever cherish her name
For this was my love
This was my love!

 

Stuck Pig By GlassJaw

lay down in this latrine in nail-bomb,
in the city of Molotov,
in the province of gun,
in a hole off the highway in the land of two suns.
and sometimes I grow pissed when my blow goes like a quickie in the snow
but i’m sure i’ll go down inside.
i chew the thorn when midnight gets too long
on the feet of a dragon.
alone in the sun for sticking it in too long.
the seed of a bastard.
some night’s the wind pipe’s covered in dope.
i pray it be covered in a rope.
me, me, me.
grief, grief, grief.
beat the heat.
grunt fuck.
grin fuck.
push her in the snow fuck.
the dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb.

Because I can, and because I love you all!

How Deep is the Ocean Performed By Frank Sinatra

How much do I love you? I’ll tell you no lie
How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?
How many times a day do I think of you?
How many roses are sprinkled with dew?

How far would I travel to be where you are?
How far is the journey from here to a star?
And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry?
How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?

How far would I travel to be where you are?
How far is the journey from here to a star?
And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry?
How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?
How high is the sky?

I found a pretty cool video for this one. It takes the studio version and uses footage from live shows for a makeshift music video. I hope you enjoy! I’d give more of an explanation but I am functioning off of the few ounces of sanity I have while I fight through my cold/allergic conundrum.

Tip Your Bartender By GlassJaw

hit it one more time for our men in uniform
(with a price upon their heads).
this is a war.
bottoms up.
call it what you want,
the color changes up in the sun.
not throwing stones at you anymore.
your name’s in lights and I don’t wonder
anymore.

all my X’s live with hexes.
this is why I hang myself
with jealousy upon a fence-post
half mast.
fashion: war between the guilty and
the guilty and the teen.
i’d like to die like mice do.
i’m crying in the beer of a drunk man.

fashion.
buy it.
load it.
shoot it.

I’d apologize for posting so much of Sinatra’s music lately but… I find it difficult to see his crooning as a punishment. So instead, I GRACE you all with another of his airs. I hope you enjoy 🙂

Goodbye (She quietly says) Performed by Frank SInatra

There is no great big ending, no sunset in the sky
There is no string ensemble, and she doesn’t even cry
And just as I begin to say that we should make another try
She reaches out across the table looks at me and quietly says good-bye
There is no big explosion, no tempest in the tea
The world does not stop turning round, there’s no big tragedy
Sitting in a coffee shop with cheesecake and some apple pie
She reaches out across the table looks at me and quietly says good-bye
Good-bye, said so easily, Good-bye, said so quietly
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, just two always strangers avoid each other’s eyes
One still make believing, one still telling lies, she tells me that I’m not to blame
But when I ask the reason why
She reaches out across the table looks at me and quietly says good-bye
Good-bye, said so easily. Good-bye, said so quietly
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
She reaches out across the table looks at me and quietly says good-bye

Pink Roses By GlassJaw

you like to carry my heart in a bag that’s broken.
you’re asking when do I stop?
when the bottle’s empty.
blacker than my father’s soul, drunk enough to raise us all.
pink roses.
nomad:
drowning rat.
black.
black.
so black you can’t even grasp the fact.
blacker than a beggar’s soul, rich enough to save us all.
lead with your need as god descends.
cold in the ground.
what gets me this down?
the smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown.
i want to drink you, scare you, fuck you and film you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-_YxeqM0Xs

Another reason I love Sinatra’s voice…

First the tide rushes in;
plants a kiss on the shore.
Then rolls out to sea.
And the sea is very still
Once more.

So I rush to your side.
Like the oncoming tide.
With one burning thought:
Will your arms, open wide?

At last, we’re face to face.
And as we kiss, through an embrace
I can tell, I can feel,
You are love, you are real
Really mine

In the rain,
In the dark,
In the sun.

Like the tide at its ebb
I’m at peace in the web
Of your arms.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09O3K0ozFHM

Now, I apologize for any omitted lyrics in this installation; I am relying on the “interweb’s” variations. And I am at work so I can’t listen along to pin down the faults. Although he is pretty clear speaking in this song so I am hoping that the contributors do him justice.

It doesn’t help that I’ve been slowly contracting some relentless illness that continues to ravage my respiratory system. But, I digress… enjoy!

Beyond poor
Beyond ostracized
Destined to be obscured.
Beyond right in your offset eyes

On dominus ground
If what I say isn’t true
I do it to reason with you
Kiss and no tell
The police down at the motel

I’m aware, I see
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without.

I’m aware, I see; yes, I do
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without
To return what I’ve given out.

Beyond poor,
Beyond ostracized
Destined to be obscured
Beyond right in your husband’s eyes
Does he bow when you’re around?

What I say isn’t true
But I do it to reason with you
Kiss and no tell
The last man in what the first to take the vow

I’m aware, I see; yes, I do
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without

I’m aware, I see; yes, I do
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without
Return what I’ve given out.