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INSPIRATION

 

Love's Been Good to Me

Frank Sinatra

 

 

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…

 

 

My Way

Frank Sinatra

 

And now, the end is near

And so I face the final curtain

My friend, I'll say it clear

I'll state my case, of which I'm certain

 

I've lived a life that's full

I've travelled each and every highway

But more, much more than this

I did it my way

 

Regrets, I've had a few

But then again, too few to mention

I did what I had to do

And saw it through without exemption

 

I planned each charted course

Each careful step along the byway

And more, much more than this

I did it my way

 

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew

When I bit off more than I could chew

But through it all, when there was doubt

I ate it up and spit it out

I faced it all and I stood tall

And did it my way

 

I've loved, I've laughed and cried

I've had my fill my share of losing

And now, as tears subside

I find it all so amusing

 

To think I did all that

And may I say - not in a shy way

Oh no, oh no, not me

I did it my way

 

For what is a man, what has he got

If not himself, then he has naught

To say the things he truly feels

And not the words of one who kneels

The record shows I took the blows

And did it my way

Yes, it was my way

 

If

Rudyard Kipling

 

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

 

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same:.

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,

And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

 

 

That's life

Frank Sinatra

 

That's life (that's life) that's what people say

You're riding high in April

Shot down in May

But I know I'm gonna change that tune

When I'm back on top, back on top in June

 

I said, that's life (that's life) and as funny as it may seem

Some people get their kicks

Stompin' on a dream

But I don't let it, let it get me down

'Cause this fine old world it keeps spinnin' around 

 

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate

A poet, a pawn and a king

I've been up and down and over and out

And I know one thing

Each time I find myself flat on my face

I pick myself up and get back in the race

 

That's life (that's life) I tell ya, I can't deny it

I thought of quitting, baby

But my heart just ain't gonna buy it

And if I didn't think it was worth one single try

I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate

A poet, a pawn and a king

 

I've been up and down and over and out

And I know one thing

Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face

I just pick myself up and get back in the race

 

That's life (that's life) that's life

And I can't deny it

Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it

But if there's nothing shakin' come here this July

I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die

My, my