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And now, the end is here
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 traveled each and ev'ry 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!
[instrumental]
Yes, it was my way
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 traveled each and ev'ry 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!
[instrumental]
Yes, it was my way
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theatre and I are there already. I'm having a very berry tea with crackers, cheese and cherry tomatoes and she's having a joint with some beer and we're both on really comfy recliners on thick pile carpet. we need some help with the decor if anyone is around??
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I'm trying to exercise daily. I was doing fairly well until I sprained my ankle 2 weeks ago but now I'm getting back on the horse. Today I walked over a mile with my arm weights that are about 22lbs total. I was out of shape and it was hard on my arms. I also did my 30 situps. I'm also going to drink a lot of water and try to eat healthy. I do tend to have a sweet tooth but I'm cutting...
try not to be so critical of yourself..i know that's hard sometimes..but ya gotta try.
and there are a couple of incredilbe Sintra versions.
there are some versions by other people out there, but Frank man - Frank all the way on this song.
i'll tell you what i love about this song.
it's a great suicide song. and it's a great "don't do it" song.
you think about that opening line - the idea of now the end is near.
god - how seductive is that notion - the end is near.
i can taste it.
feel it.
my body anticipates the feel of the sweet blackness rolling over me, the peace that kisses me softly in those final conscious moments.
and thinking about how now, at least this final moment - i did it my way.
i didn't wait for the end, didn't passively walk along, head down, shoulders hunched over, moving soul-robbing step to soul-robbing step forward.
fuck that. fuck that sheep ending.
no.
i did it my way.
i went the fuck when i wanted to go.
sell it Frank - i did it my way.
but...
fuck that man could sing, you know?
i'm not a big fan of the later stuff - the duets and oversinging, when he'd lost his hunger.
the stuff that blows me away is the 40's and 50's sound. that sadness, a man dealing with the possibilities of limts he never saw coming.
listen to him during the middle of that song...
the motherfuckers came at him and beat him, beat him down.
hard.
brutally.
but he stood there, bloody, and told them, fuck you. that the best you got?"
say the things he truly feels
not the words of one who kneels
the record shows i took the blows
and did it my way.
fuck yes.
fuck - that's the person i want to be.
i want to take the worst the world and my own troubled pysche can dish out.
i want to take it and know i'm still standing.
fuck you.
i'm still here.
hear me?
I'M STILL HERE.
and i'm not going until i'm really ready.
i'll do it all my way.
and how can you not feel that power?
how can you not think you can do it.
you.
can.
do.
it.
you, me, all of us - we can take the blows.
we can stand and say,
we did it our way.
so no matter how much the start of this song seems to fuel my desire to chuck it, but the end i'm standing naked on my rooftop roaring with pure, animal lust for life.
fuck 'em - i'm doing it my way.