I give you, The Voice- Mr. Frank Sinatra. Because this is a song-a-day blog and because I missed yesterday, you get two fine tunes by Only the Lonely. You're welcome. [How Little It Matters] How Little We Know is the first song and it is without the original outtake at the beginning where Frank jovially pounds the mic calling for the bartender and later says, "You can't cheat with notes, got to sing 'em." Limited findings on the internet, my friends. And the other Frank song is one of the saddest you'll ever here: Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out To Dry. The voice, the voice, I can't say enough about the voice. Cheers to Old Blue Eyes.
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