Thursday, November 4, 2010

Dean Martin & Nancy Sinatra: Things




















From: 1967 TV show: Movin' with Nancy
Original lyrics: Bobby Darin, 1962
Version Recorded: 1966
Released: 1968
Album: Movin' with Nancy
Label: Reprise Records

Movin' with Nancy was musical show that aired on NBC television network (8:00-9:00 p.m. Eastern.). As Wikepedia explains, the show had a number of firsts for its time, including the first inter-racial kiss on network TV, on December 11, 1967.
The TV special was unlike most musical programs of its time, with the numbers performed outdoors on locations instead of the usual stage-bound production filmed before a live audience. Sinatra sang while driving down the highway, strolling in the California countryside, and aloft in a hot-air balloon. She performed duets with the guest stars she encountered along the way, with no introductions or interstitial dialog. The general effect was of a dream-like fantasy that flows from one location to the next, with segments resembling the later format of music videos.

The program included an on-screen interracial kiss [on December 11, 1967], predating the first scripted interracial kiss on U.S. television by several months (in an episode of Star Trek). It took place at the end of a song-and-dance number by Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr., with him kissing her affectionately on the cheek. Sinatra states in the commentary track on the DVD release that the seemingly spontaneous kiss was carefully planned, and deliberately done at the end of filming, when Davis had to leave for another job and could not shoot a retake.
Things
Every night I sit here by my window
starin' at a lonely avenue,
watching lovers holding hands and laughin',
thinkin' bout the things they used to do.

(Thinkin' 'bout things) Like a walk in the park,
(Things) like a kiss in the dark,
(Things) like a sailor boat ride,
what about the night we cried?
Things like a lovin' wow, Things that we don't do now,
thinkin' bout the things we used to do.

Memories are all I have to cling to,
and heartaches are the frames I'm talking to.
When I'm not thinking of just how much I loved you,
I'm thinking 'bout the things we used to do.

(Thinkin' 'bout things) Like a walk in the park...
I still can hear the juke-box softly playin',
and the face I see is there belongs to you.

No, there's not a single sound,
and there's nobody else around,
but I just mean thinkin' 'bout things we used to do.


(Thinkin' 'bout things) Like a walk in the park...
And the heartaches are the frames I'm talking to.
You got me thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do.
Thinkin' bout

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