They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row.

I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.

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.

Don't Ask Me Nothing About Nothing, I Just Might Tell You the Truth

May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung. May you stay forever young.

Whatever colors you have in your mind, I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.

You can't be wise and in love at the same time.