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Well I'm Living In A Foreign Country But I'm Bound To Cross The Line. Beauty Walks A Razor's Edge...someday I'll Make It Mine.

People Talk About Frank Sinatra All The Time - And They Should Talk About Frank - But He Had The Greatest Arrangers. They Worked For Him In A Different Kind Of Way Than They Worked For Other People. They Gave Him Arrangements That Are Just Sublime On Every Level. And He, Of Course, Could Match That Because He Had This Ability To Get Inside Of The Song In A Sort Of A Conversational Way. Frank Sang To You, Not At You, Like So Many Pop Singers Today. Even Singers Of Standards.

The First Thing You Notice About New Orleans Are The Burying Grounds - The Cemeteries - And They're A Cold Proposition, One Of The Best Things There Are Here. Going By, You Try To Be As Quiet As Possible, Better To Let Them Sleep. Greek, Roman, Sepulchres- Palatial Mausoleums Made To Order, Phantomesque, Signs And Symbols Of Hidden Decay - Ghosts Of Women And Men Who Have Sinned And Who've Died And Are Now Living In Tombs. The Past Doesn't Pass Away So Quickly Here. You Could Be Dead For A Long Time

If Not For You, Winter Wouldn't Hold No Spring, Couldn't Hear A Robin Sing. I Just Wouldn't Have A Clue, If Not For You.

Opportunities May Come Along For You To Convert Something -something That Exists Into Something That Didn't Yet. That Might Be The Beginning Of It. Sometimes You Just Want To Do Things Your Way, Want To See For Yourself What Lies Behind The Misty Curtain. It's Not Like You See Songs Approaching And Invite Them In. It's Not That Easy. You Want To Write Songs That Are Bigger Than Life. You Want To Say Something About Strange Things That Have Happened To You, Strange Things You Have Seen. You Have To Know And Understand Something And Then Go Past The Vernacular.