I cannot listen to several Frank Sinatra songs without wanting to yell. Yes, we know you did it your way, Frank. (And it was not well-done of you, either.) And yeah, it was a very good year. (Don't gloat.)
But nobody can sing this song except Frank. I've checked. The lyrics are difficult. It's in the style you have to have: not too maudlin, not too rushed and flip. Michael Buble made an extravaganza out of something lonely and quiet. Marlene Dietrich sinks us to the floor with unrelieved despair. Et cetera.
So here's a well-styled Frank singing with such beauty about heartbreak, and nobody listening to you.
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