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i'm leaving today.. i'm gonna make a BRAND NEW start of it.. new york new york!! if i can make it there.. i'm gonna make it... anywhere.. its up to you... new york~!! new york~!!


grand lines.. inspiring wind section accompanying the melodious crooning of mr S.. he would have been 90 today.. a tad too aged to be still prowling the streets of new jersey, where he was born, in search of a proxy to his true love.. a lady whose name resembles green fingers too closely... one who..despite being of a totally different demographic group.. possesses the values of family ties so closely akin to asian morals.. a man whose grand scheme of things come crumbling down cruelly in his later years due to the wasteful ways of a vase tat could never fulfill the forgotten promise of one whom he held in deep regard but could never win her heart back.. i'd have to agree with mr rattle and hum when he said tat it is indeed true a great singer would never be able to conjure up such deep emotions in his representation(s) if he had not been through the deep heartaches tat are chronicled in oh so many sad love songs.. now u know why i loathe bubble gum pop even if some of the tunes are catchy and leaves an irritating ring in your head..

once again.. the lifestyle of one so musically talented is something that i can never agree with.. trampling upon pple.. using those who are chains on the elevator up the empire state.. exhibiting excessive wealth to mask insecurities and unhappiness.. you name things tat will consign u to the woeful 18 levels in haw par villa.. this man has done it.. and yet.. his tunes accompanied me thru many difficult periods of my life.. i draw a lot of inspiration from the raw studio outtakes from a time when remastering and over-laying simply do not exist.. each song was presented as it is.. from the thickened skin of the string player's fingers to the expanded lungs of the trumpet blowers.. its the true heartfelt renditions tat stands the test of time.. talk to me about the belakang boys in 20 yrs time.. they will be like a forgotten entity.. mentioned with nary a whisper of adulation.. probably some embarrased 40-something who'd hate to be reminded tat they've once chased them down the streets of LA several cycles ago trying to get a pic or catch a glimpse of their "heroes" who have since went on to develop a ghastly paunch not unlike those of their husbands now..

mr S will always be a hero to me.. in spite of the severe beatings he withstood and the desperate measures tat he took to generate dough to feed some waif's disgustingly materialistic habits.. music does stand the test of time and his are those tat will remind you of many precious moments tat you'll cherish.. kept locked up up in a tiny corner of your head.. refrenced upon at various times of your life.. bringing a smile to your face.. getting you back in touch with your true self and finding the inner strength and beautiful courage to face the challenges tat lie ahead..


"I have been a rover
I have walked alone
Hiked a hundred highways
Never found a home
Still in all I'm happy
The reason is, you see..
Once in a while along the way
Love's been good to me

There was a girl in Denver
Before the summer storm
Oh, her eyes were tender
Oh, her arms were warm
And she could smile away the thunder
Kiss away the rain
Even though she's gone away, you won't hear me complain

I have been a rover
I have walked alone
Hiked a hundred highways
Never found a home
Still in all I'm happy
The reason is, you see
Once in a while along the way
Love's been good to me

There was a girl in Portland
Before the winter chill
We used to go a-courtin'
Along October hill
And she could laugh away the dark clouds
Cry away the snow
It seems like only yesterday
As down the road I go

I've been a rover
I have walked alone
Hiked a hundred highways
Never found a home
Still in all I'm happy
The reason is, you see
Once in a while along the way
Love's been good to me"
-Love's Been Good To Me, Frank Sinatra