Good Mornin' Life

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In my opinion…

  • Martin was the best of the Rat Pack
  • Sammy Davis was the best of the Rat Pack
  • Sinatra was the best of the Rat Pack
  • Bogart was the best of the Rat Pack
  • Err, one of the other guys was the best of the Rat Pack
  • Thirst is an idiot!
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Dedicated to all those that make the skies shine:

[i]Good mornin’ life!
Good morning sun
How are your skies above?
Gee it’s great to be alive and in love.

Good morning life…
Good morning birds
Sing out your happy tunes
Feels so good 'cause I’ll be seeing her soon

Last night she said she loved me
What a pity to part
I slept with both eyes open
Waiting for today to start

Good mornin’ life…
Good morning world
How are you happiness?
All at once I know what livin’ can be…

It’s life, it’s free,
It’s someone waiting for me
Who’ll someday be my wife
Good mornin’ life!

(good morning life)
(good morning life)

Last night she said she loved me
What a pity to part!
I slept with both eyes open
Waiting for today to start

Good mornin’ life
Good morning world
How are you happiness?
All at once I know what livin’ can be
Ah it’s life, it’s free,
It’s someone waiting for me
Who’ll someday be my wife
Good mornin’ life![/i]

Good Mornin’ Life, by Dean Martin.

Any Dean Martin fans?
Any Rat Pack fans?
What are your thoughts of the musical genre?

Buona sera;

-Thirst

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When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you’ll sing “Vita bella”
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fagiole
That’s amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You’re in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That’s amore

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you’ll sing “Vita bella”
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fagiole
That’s amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You’re in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That’s amore
Lucky fella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fagiole
That’s amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You’re in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That’s amore, (amore)
That’s amore

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Such a feelin’s comin’ over me

There is wonder in most everything I see

Not a cloud in the sky

Got the sun in my eyes

And I won’t be surprised if it’s a dream

Everything I want the world to be

Is now coming true especially for me

And the reason is clear

It’s because you are here

You’re the nearest thing to heaven that I’ve seen

I’m on the top of the world lookin’ down on creation

And the only explanation I can find

Is the love that I’ve found ever since you’ve been around

Your love’s put me at the top of the world

Something in the wind has learned my name

And it’s tellin’ me that things are not the same

In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze

There’s a pleasin’ sense of happiness for me

There is only one wish on my mind

When this day is through I hope that I will find

That tomorrow will be just the same for you and me

All I need will be mine if you are here

I’m on the top of the world lookin’ down on creation

And the only explanation I can find

Is the love that I’ve found ever since you’ve been around

Your love’s put me at the top of the world

  • Top of the world, The Carpenters

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One of my favorite shows of all time was the Dean Martin Show. I was just a kid, but I watched it every week. Love Dino. By musical genre, do you mean the Crooners? Or just Italians? Sinatra, Dean, Jerry Vale, Vicki Carr - Vale does a great “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”, but Carr became my favorite after seeing Moonstruck. The “Sinatra” channel on sattelite radio - I worked on a restaurant that played only this. Never gets old.

Original Ocean’s Eleven was a horrible movie, but at least you don’t have to watch Brad Pitt mugging and over-acting.

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Old Blue Eyes all the way.

Oh, I love Moonstruck!

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Zappa can speak for me on my sentiments for lounge-jazz and the singers in general, which are absolute shit.

"Yo cats, yo yo
Yo chooch, way to go
You is dead, but you don’t know
Yo let’s carve, hey where’s the blow?

Get your fiddle, get your bow
Play some footballs on your hole
Watch your watch, play a little flat
Make the session go overtime, that’s where it’s at

Saxophone, clarinet
How many doubles can you get
Special rules provide the way
To help you maximize your pay

Your Girl, Arlyn’s, what’s the diff
What’s the service that you’re with
So long as you can suck the butt
Of the contractor who calls you up

Your career could take a thud
Unless you kneel and scarf his pud
And when the dates come rolling in
You can wipe your lips and flash a grin
That tells them all on the jingle date
That you enjoyed what you just ate

Yum yum, dog food
Hemorrhoid cream but the bread’s so good
New RV and a leisure suit
Hey, I play shit but I love the loot

Thank the union, it’s so great
Only a few get to be on the date
Those other shmucks with electric guitars
Got to play for poot in the bistro bars

You have made it, you are cool
You have been to the Berkeley School
You give clinics on the side
Music has died and no one cried

Yo cats, Yo yo
Yo chooch Way to go
You is dead!

Hey! Have a nice one, guy!"

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THE BEST SONG OF ALL TIME!!!
=D> =D> =D> =D> =D>

That’s life (that’s life), that’s what all the people say
You’re ridin’ 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 you 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 nothin’ shakin’ come this here July
I’m gonna roll myself up in a big ball a-and die

My, my!

Frank Sinatra - That’s Life!
=D> =D> =D> =D> =D> =D> =D>

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detrop- that song isn’t about lounge singers. It’s about union sidemen. I know - I was one.

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Faust, I meant the crooners…
Although Bobby Darin was not really Rat Pack, he should have been…

[i]Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waitin’ for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailin’.

Somewhere beyond the sea
She’s there watchin’ for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to her arms I’d go sailin’.

It’s far beyond the stars
It’s near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon.

We’ll meet beyond the shore
We’ll kiss just as before
Happy we’ll be beyond the sea
And never again I’ll go sailin’.

I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
We’ll meet … I know we’ll meet … beyond the shore
We’ll kiss just as before.

Happy we’ll be beyond the sea
And never again I’ll go sailin’.

No more sailin’ …
So long sailin’ …
Bye, bye sailin’…
Move on out, captain …
So long, ensign …[/i]

Beyond The Sea by Bobby Darin

I always loved this song but it’s interesting that sometimes it touches me beyond a mere tune…

-Thirst

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I love that tune. He was completely under-rated. And a very cool cat.

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Are you sure, Faust? There are several references to “singers” and the “jazz singer lifestyle” in the song. Icould point each one out if you want.

The song itself is also done in a contemporary lounge jazz style.

What makes you think its about union sidemen, except for the reference to the union?

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detrop -

Forty minutes on, twenty off, each hour. If I remember correctly. They do watch their watches. The reference to playing a little flat is probably about the fact that they are always saving their lip - less practise - more gigs, or just that they’re not so good. And you do want the gig to go overtime - and there can be a variety of ways to do this. The leader is the employee, and the sidemen the leader’s employees. The leader might take a hit, and pay the guys OT, even if he loses money. Just to keep the gig.

There are some often ridiculous rules that increase the sideman’s pay. You get extra for each “double” - a sax player gets extra if he has to play a clarinet or flute - even for eight bars, which happens a lot in shows - musicals, revues, house bands in various venues. This is one reason shows began to use rock sections - rhythym sections only - electronic keyboards - samples, and then digital sound. A sideman gets extra for sixteen bars with a tambourine.

The song goes on to tell of how powerful “contractors” are. They hire the sidemen - these are all soulless put-together bands. Mercenaries. An easy target for satire. he is mostly referring to “society” work, but these society contractors do a lot of casual work - like shows and revues.

The musician’s union, to which I belonged for years, is affiliated with the AFL-CIO. They used to control venues - if you were a “union” room, only union bands played there. Very often, bands like Zappa’s were forced to join the union. For all I know, many musicians who make a thousand times “union scale” are still forced to. I don’t know. The union was never very friendly to rock musicians - it is a dinosaur, except in a professional symphony and maybe, just maybe, the NY theater.

I don’t know who transcribed these lyrics, but I think this is a reference to Berklee, in Boston. Just a swipe at music schools. Berklee is a fine school. This is a cheap shot. Many very good musicians have gone through there. It is very much oriented at turning out professional players. I used to make commercial jingles in a studio near there, with some Berklee guys. I guess we weren’t Frank’s kind of musicians.