Is it an earthquake or simply a shock?
Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock?
Is it a cocktail, this feeling of joy?
Or is what I feel the real McCoy?

Is it for all time or simply a lark?
Is it Granada I see or only Asbury Park?
Is it a fancy not worth thinking of?
Or is it at long last love?

Is it an earthquake, or simply a shock?
Is it the good turtle soup, or is it merely the mock?
Is it a cocktail, this feeling of joy?
Or is what I feel the real McCoy?

Is it for all time or simply a lark?
Is it Granada I see or only Asbury Park?
Is it a fancy, not worth thinking of?
Or is it at long long long last love?

--written by porter, sung nicely by frank sinatra

Psychology has gotten to me. I hate feeling like everyone knows everything about me without even knowing me. I mean, to a degree it's reassuring to know how similar we all are, but at another level I'd like to think I've got some surprises in reserve.

I really like this song. It's probably in my top 3 Frank Sinatra swings. There's something sexy about the dynamic. I'd say my top 5 Sinatra swings are:

-I get along without you very well
-at long last love
-I thought about you
-I'll be seeing you
-The way you look tonight

I have trouble finding "I get along without you very well", but it's truly a great song, and it really catches me. Sigh. My feel good music comes to the rescue once again.

I get along without you very well,
Of course I do,
Except perhaps in spring,
But I should never think of spring,
For that would surely break my heart in two.