A wonderfully underrated piece, the first verses relate the nihilism of celebrity and modern life in general, the soi distant dismissiveness and contradictory signals of the guarded in crowd: "They will just say, "who are you?"" "And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see." But what are the in crowd guarding against? What are they protecting? We assume there must be great rewards for sticking it out, for selling your soul "But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years Not a moment I could choose." So after all, you sell your soul,"you're still stunned at the things you will do", and if you're lucky you get to sing, "my way" but even then, "my way" may very well lead you down to hell, perhaps like Sinatra.
A wonderfully underrated piece, the first verses relate the nihilism of celebrity and modern life in general, the soi distant dismissiveness and contradictory signals of the guarded in crowd: "They will just say, "who are you?"" "And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see." But what are the in crowd guarding against? What are they protecting? We assume there must be great rewards for sticking it out, for selling your soul "But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years Not a moment I could choose." So after all, you sell your soul,"you're still stunned at the things you will do", and if you're lucky you get to sing, "my way" but even then, "my way" may very well lead you down to hell, perhaps like Sinatra.