Over the past couple of years, I’ve been increasingly listening to oldies music. While the messages can be often cheesy and beta, I prefer yesterday’s innocence and naivety compared to today’s degeneracy and mumble rap.
There are many songs that were popular in their day that I’m only now discovering. One of those songs is My Way, originally recorded by Frank Sinatra, though better performed by Elvis Presley. Let’s take a look at the lyrics.
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 traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
He sees that it’s his turn to die and accepts it. He doesn’t look for miracle cures or beg God for more time. Instead, he does an accounting of the life he’s lived, and because it was rich and fill, the end is far easier to accept than if he had lived with the expectation that he could delay the inevitable.
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
Sure, he made mistakes and lost out on opportunities. He said things he shouldn’t have said and hurt people he shouldn’t have hurt, but he did these things based on how he wanted to live his life. He doesn’t allow regrets to hang over him or make him feel guilty for who he is.
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
His ego repeatedly got the best of him and he was often checked by powerful forces, but he humbly took his lashes and carried on. He wasn’t ashamed of the mistakes he made because he believed he was acting righteously at the time. Perfection was never his goal.
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
His life wasn’t always easy. There was pain and setbacks, but also pleasure and love. What’s left but to see it all for what is was: a big game of laughter and tears. He moved through life with confidence, and for him, that’s what really matters.
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
If a man is not living as a man, why he is living? If he does not act or live in the moment, who is he existing for? If a man can’t take a punch and get right back up, until he no longer can, how can he call himself a man?
I will instruct my next of kin to play this song at my funeral. I want people to be reminded that I lived life in the way I saw fit, and endured what was thrown my way. By doing so, I hope that my end will be a bit easier to bear compared to a life that was full of regret and things left unsaid.
The above article was first published on Roosh V.
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I believe this song was written by Paul Anna. It’s brilliant.
That would be Paul Anka who is a singer in his own right. He was actually a popular teen star, but moved into songwriting though he performs (if still alive). I’ve seen Anka perform his song as well, and Roosh is right, Elvis does it best.
Paul Anka, but yeah
Every day the US gets worse. We pretend everything is fine, justify things, lie to ourselves, and stay silent.
Do you think things will get better on their own?
At point will you get mad? When will you resist? What will say when the economy collapses, you get sent to the concentration camps, the civil war starts, and WWIII breaks out?
Will you feel any responsibility at all?
Are you just going to take it?
If by “take it”, you mean “in the ass”
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yeees doddi :* :* “‘
No regrets dude. I mean have you even been to burning man? Get some pity tang, a pilots license and just do it your way for s little while.
you want change…be change…that is all. Truly Follow Christ, that is the only TRUE resistance to the evils of this world.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they who mourn,
for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek,
for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they shall be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful,
for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure of heart,
for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they shall be called children of God.
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
Gospel of St. Matthew 5:3-10
Sinatra’s rendition was superb
The song represents the man who has not learned the lesson of Ecclesiastes. God is real. He created us. We exist for Him (specifically for Christ Jesus). God gave us the Bible to reveal Himself to us, and show us the Way to eternal life in Jesus Christ.
At my funeral, I want people to say that I lived and died looking forward to the triumphant return of the One True King. More importantly, I want to hear the Master say “Well done, good and faithful servant. Enter into your Master’s joy”.
Roosh, the photo of you in your colourful jacket (for the podcast), makes you look like cousin Balki from the old sitcom “Perfect Strangers”. Not a compliment😊
God helps those who help themselves, and the subject of the song can be seen as a servant who did the best he could… one can interpret it in that vein.
You could also interpret it that he incorporated and followed God’s laws, and was persecuted for it, though a sinner (as we all are). And he wouldn’t be to ‘kneel’ to Mankind’s pressures.
Didn’t someone already make an article about this song?
Got to agree with Frank Sinatra’s opinion of the song. Self serving and self indulgent. Always hated that song. Written in the third person it might have had the potential of being a hell of a narrative. In the first person I find it just comes across like the insecure bragging of someone afraid to allow their own deeds and persona speak for themselves.
You fear confidence.
Nope. Just know it when I see it.
@ weston
You got it wrong, pal – you are missing the context.
Yeah, old Blue Eyes was quoted saying he hated the song….because he was requested to sing it at every single venue, every concert, every single time, for over 30 years.
Think about that – I love bacon, but if I ate it at every meal 4 to 6 times a day for 30 years, I think I would have a different opinion about bacon, too.
You sure you are some sort of soy eating leftist troll?
I think a more fitting song for him would be “Dirty Little Secret”.
Good analysis, however Frank is always better than Elvis.
I met this great guy, alpha male, Indian. Sex was amazing, and I thought he liked me to. I may be a 5 on a bad day, but I’m at least a 9 on a good one and have a vibrant and tolerant personality to boot! I was in love. I came during sex and gave him my heart. Then one day he just vanished.
Sent me this text:
😉
How do I get him back???????????????????????/
Remember romance is the spice of life. Don’t try to curry favor. Rice to the occasion.
I thought it was “don’t try to curry flavor”. :'(
Oh, fuck! Will I ever get the taste out of my mouth??
Yeah, the Elvis version was fine, but Sinatra killed it.
Elvis has nothing on this, or on Mozart in particular. I’d happily live in a reality that never had Elvis, if this kind of music drove culture for longer. At least I think so.
“Elvis has nothing on this, or on Mozart in particular.”
If Mozart were alive today he’d probably be writing Rap or Hip Hop.
Roosh, try some classical for a while. There’s a reason it’s called classical and there’s a reason it’s around hundreds of years after the fact. Both are because it’s amazing, unequaled music.
TOAB,
I’d rather listen to Reggaeton.
Frank’s version is the standard, period.
#notMetal
The Frank Sinatra version is my favorite.
When people sing this song in karaokebars I crave to shoot them (and in the Phillippines, they really would have)
I’ve always loved the Frank Sinatra version to this song with the Rowdy Roddy Piper retirement video. Yeah Piper came back but still it was good for the moment. Elvis’s version was good also.
This song was written by a french singer called Claude Francois. The original title is « Comme d’habitude. »
The original « My way »:
Roosh, if you haven’t heard it, listen to “Baby, the Rain Must Fall”, by Glenn Yarbrough.
I like it a lot better than My Way.
For some reason this song causes fights and even deaths in the
karaoki bars in the Philippines.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryb_alTkMQ