初识sinatra,是在黑道家族（ the Sopranos）里一个片头，在美国根基深厚的意大利黑手党家族的各个成员们一个个粉墨登场，有的困扰于家族恩怨忧郁不已，有的陷在杀人的负罪感中每日颓废，有的在蝇营狗苟，还有的在女人温柔乡里流连忘返。一首it was a very good year如同雪茄的香味般冉冉而出，讲述着一个暮年老人回忆自己一生中的风光年华，如同一张张的画片将一生的片断定格，囊括着所有美好的瞬间。 sinatra的嗓子深沉厚重，比 andy williams辨识度更高，如果说andy的嗓子像雾气深沉的伦敦，厚重中带一点阴沉，sinatra就是地中海气候的佛罗伦撒，有举手投足尽是当年的奢华与辉煌，有种经年老酒的醇厚却又充满勃勃的生机，是那种充满着魅力的老绅士，一如年老的肖恩，康纳利，格里高利·派克。 sinatra1915年出生，1998年去世，横跨一个世纪的艺术人生充满了戏剧性，从一个贫困的意大利移民的孩子成为一名“世纪最伟大艺人”，他那白人爵士的演唱风格，同他的高调行事风格与奢华的作风都分不开，他主演过OCEAN'S ELEVEN 1960年的版本，曾经由于主演《从现在到永远》获奥斯卡奖。30多张白金碟让这个男人登上了名利场的顶峰。 sinatra的歌曲贯穿了20世纪的每个角落，NBA赛场上，曾经听到他的 some where over the rainbow,岩井俊二的燕尾碟中有他那首脍炙人口的MY WAY,常常在酒吧的角落里听到的NEW YORK NEWYORK，就连罗比，威廉姆斯都是他的忠实拥蹙。 如果曾经看过歌舞片，见识到美国黄金时代那充满着的生机与奢华，靓丽服装与歌舞交汇的胜景，不难找到FRANK SINATRA处处留下的经典。有些歌曲经过他的翻唱，仿佛赋予了一瓶陈年老酒的灵魂。处处是机智与经年的老道。 概括他的一生，用一首MY WAY 最为恰当
My way 我的路 And now, the end is near 现在，一切将要结束 And so I face the final curtain 于是我要面对最后的落幕 My friend, I'll say it clear 我的朋友，我将会清楚的陈述 I'll state my case, of which I'm certain 我会如实讲述，毫无虚构 I've lived a life that's full 我的人生充实满足 I've traveled each and every highway 我已走过每一条道路 But more, much more than this 但比这更为重要的是 I did it my way 我走自己的路 Regrets, I've had a few 后悔，也曾有过 But then again, too few to mention 但同样，（后悔的事情）太少不值得言说 I did what I had to do 我行己之职 And saw it through without exemption 每当回想也不会悔过 I planned each charted course 我计划好每一次行程 Each careful step along the byway 行于小道谨慎如履薄冰 And more, much more than this 但比这更为重要的是 I did it my way 我走自己的路 *********************************************** Yes, there were times I'm sure you knew 是的，有过那么几次，我相信你也知道 When I bit off more than I could chew 当我咬下超过我能咀嚼的分量的苦楚 But through it all, when there was doubt 尽管异议与质疑甚嚣尘上 I ate it up and spit it out 我咽下它，毫不在乎 I faced it all and I stood tall 我面对一切并承受所有 I did it my way 我走自己的路 I've loved, I've laughed and cried 我曾经爱过，也曾笑过哭过 I've had my fill; my share of losing 我曾经心满意足，也曾失败苦楚 And now, as tears subside 现在，当泪水消逝 I find it all so amusing 我发现一切（回想起来）都（会觉得）那么有趣 To think I did all that 回首往事 And may I say - not in a shy way 我可以毫不羞愧的说 "No, oh no not me"不，我不是这样， I did it my way" 我走自己的路" *********************************************** For what is a man, what has he got? 怎样才是一个顶天立地的男儿？ If not himself, then he has not 如果失去自我，那他就一无所有 To say the things he truly feels 心直口快 And not the words of one who kneels 而非奴颜卑躬 The record shows I took the blows 我逆风而行的风格将被记录 I did it my way 我走自己的路 yes，it was my way 是的，这就是我的路
此时，“poet of fall”主唱沧桑的声音伴着古典吉他萧瑟的声音响起，为这场阴郁残酷的杀戮划上休止符，不管是敌人还是朋友尽归于尘土，唯有主角孤独的身影漂泊在这个世界里，一无所有。 max pain. 最大的痛苦，莫过于这首late good bye所唱： we keep driving into the night ，it's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye，当我们驾着车在如墨般的夜路上飞驰时，早已错过了拥抱某人，告别某人的小站。所有熟悉的身影，温暖的怀抱，炽热的情感都化为路边瞬间飞逝的霓虹，成为记忆中永远的遗憾。 late goodbye
-poets of fall in our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer's eyes on the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by
and we keep driving into the night it's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye and we keep driving into the night it's a late goodbye
your breath hot upon my cheek, and we crossed, that line you made me strong when I was feeling weak, and we crossed, that one time screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by
and we keep driving into the night it's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye and we keep driving into the night it's a late goodbye
the devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he's dealt us points at your flaming hair, and then we're playing hide and seek I can't breathe easy here, less our trail's gone cold behind us till' in the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak
and we keep driving into the night it's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
poets of fall算是个很有诗意却少了创意的名字，如果不是专门为max payne2写了这首“再见已晚”，他们可能还在键盘手captain的起居室中录制小样，究竟是什么力量使得这群人：主唱marko,吉他手olli，键盘手captain走到一起，变卖掉家产孤注一掷的创作音乐？可能我这样的上班族永远弄不明白，但他们毕竟成功了，这首充满了茫然与漂泊感的再见已晚，成功的为悲剧的男主角马克斯佩恩加上了注脚，使得歌曲与情节中那股脱不掉的灰血色缠绕在一起，回响在枪声与爱情的结局中。 他们能算是音乐上的孤胆英豪么？象马克斯一样失去了一切却又走上了道路永不回头？ 一切可能只是我的自作多情，仅仅因为两年前，当我在宿舍的电脑上里用马克斯的双手结束一切的时候，听到过这样一首催人泪下的叹息。
It has been said that time heals all wounds.I do not agree.The wounds remain.In time,the mind,protecting its sanity,covers them with scar tissue,and the pain lessens,but it is never gone.——Rose kennedy
