Strangers in the night

Fotografía: Bettina Salomon (1999)

Strangers in the night
Compuesta por: Ivo Robić & Bert Kaempfert
Interpretada por: Frank Sinatra

Strangers in the night,
Exchanging glances
Wond'ring in the night,
What were the chances
We'd be sharing love
Before the night was through
Something in your eyes

Was so inviting
Something in your smile

Was so exciting
Something in my heart

Told me I must have you
Strangers in the night,
Two lonely people
We were strangers in the night
Up to the moment when

We said our first hello,
Little did we know

Love was just a glance away,
A warm embracing dance away
And ever since that night,

We've been together
Lovers at first sight,

In love forever
It turned out so right

For strangers in the night.

Películas de Grace Kelly

Un paseo visual por algunas de las películas más famosas de Grace Kelly (1929-1982):

1,2 y 3: Con Gary Cooper en Solo ante el peligro de Fred Zinnemann (1952)

4-10: Con Clark Gable y Ava Gardner en Mogambo de John Ford (1953)

11-20 Con Ray Milland, John Williams y Robert Cummings en Crimen Perfecto, de Alfred Hitchcock (1954)

21-25: Con James Stewart en La ventana indiscreta, de Alfred Hitchcock (1954)

26-34: Con Cary Grant en Atrapa a un ladrón, de Alfred Hitchcock (1954)




35-38: Con Frank Sinatra y Bing Crosby en Alta Sociedad, remake de Historias de Filadelfia en versión musical, dirigida por Charles Walters (1956)

Something stupid

Something stupid
Frank Sinatra & Nancy Sinatra

I know I stand in line,

Until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance,

I know that there’s a chance
You won’t be leaving with me

And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all,

By saying something stupid like: I love you

I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies
You heard the night before
And though it’s just a line to you, for me it’s true
It never seemed so right before

I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I’ll wait until the evening gets late
And I’m alone with you

The time is right your perfume fills my head,

The stars get red and oh the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all,

By saying something stupid like: I love you
(I love you, I love you,...)

Fotografía: © Bettmann/CORBIS

Your Own Sweet Way, My Way

Your Own Sweet Way
The Notting Hillbillies

There is nothing I can do
Nothing I can say
You'll do what you want to
You'll go your own sweet way
You'll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
You'll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
Now I can talk to you serious
I can talk to you nice
But when it comes to love
You won't take good advice
You'll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
You'll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
It doesn't matter what I say
What I do or what I think
You can lead a horse to water
You can't make him drink
You'll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way
You'll go your own sweet
Your own sweet way

Me gusta la canción "My Way", cantada por Frank Sinatra, y ésta: "Your Own Sweet Way". Ambas hablan de hacer las cosas a nuestra manera. Sinatra habla en primera persona, repasando su vida y contento de haber respetado su manera de enfocarla. Y me gusta el tono que usa Mark Knopfler, que obviamente habla de otra persona, aceptando suavemente que ese alguien no siga sus indicaciones o consejos (you can lead a horse to water, you can't make him drink = puedes llevar a un caballo al agua, pero no puedes obligarlo a beber).

My Way
Paul Anka & 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 traveled each and every highway.
And 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!
I did it my way.