Today, I've just couldn't notice that my Homepage at 360' was full of new blog entries and blasts which was all about "LOVE". So, I've taken a moment thinking what the Holy Great word, LOVE truly means. As you may hear it too, some people still believe Frank Sinatra (one of the greatest singers ever) who sang "Love is a Many Splendored Thing". I've decided to figure out who first said those words, and I've searched it over the World Wide Web, and here is what I’ve got.
A few lines from the history: I really had no idea that was the title of an Oscar wining movie back in 1955 (what they gave Oscar to in those days!). One of its soundtracks, "Love is a Many Splendored Thing", won its own Best Song Academy Award (Oscar). The music was written by Sammy Fain, the words by Paul Francis Webster. And from 1967 to 1973, it was used as the theme song to Love is a Many Splendored Thing, the soap opera based on the movie, which has its own long story (you may want to take a look in here to see what people used to watch instead of Friends and 24 in those days! No offence). And that’s where I’ve got the above photo (Sorry that I couldn’t put the original posters of movie and soap opera here, but you can find them in IMDB if you want). As the song itself is way more famous than that movie, you may want to read more about it in here (Of course as you may know, this song has also has been sung by Barry Manilow). I guess it’s enough from the history, so let’s stick to the facts and get back to the original question which I’m sure can’t be answered by that song or any movies and soap operas.
People Sang: I’ve also tried to find some other versions of this song and to my great surprise those versions were really different and maybe more Modern looking to our social believes. Kelly Clarkson in her song named “The Trouble With Love Is”, tried to answer this question in her own way which didn’t seem that immature to me. She believes although “Love can be a many splendored thing” but it also cause you many “trouble” (It won’t hurt much if you take a look at that song below for further information which I’ve found it kind of interesting!). To my greatest surprise about this title, I’ve also found a song named "Love is a Many Splendored Thing", but of course from a very different point of view! It’s full of “Hate” instead of “Love”, and still I think it really deserves its title!
Conclusion: To me, above all, the answer is really depended to whom you ask the question and also strongly to when, where and after which experiences they are questioned. So, I won’t be surprised if I see one day people in my friend list (or elsewhere) say It’s a many splendored thing, and the next second they swear it really “S*cks”! But above all these, I believe a Human Being wasn’t a many splendored thing, if s/he denied hers/his great tendency to get new experiences, the effect of every new experience on hers/his believes, the deep effect of hers/his strong believes on hers/his Life path, and these all above facts in hers/his words.
Appendix:
Frank Sinatra
Love Is A Many-Splendored Thing Lyrics
(S. Fain, P.F. Webster)
[Recorded Januaru 28, 1964, Los Angeles]
Love is a many-splendored thing,
It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring,
Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living,
The golden crown that makes a man a king.
Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist
Two lovers kissed
And the world stood still
Then your fingers touched
My silent heart and taught it how to sing
Yes, true love's
A many splendored thing
Kelly Clarkson
The Trouble With Love Is Lyrics
Oooh oooh, ooooh yeah, mmmm...
Love can be a many splendored thing
Can't deny the joy it brings
A dozen roses, diamond rings
Dreams for sale and fairy tales
It'll make you hear a symphony
And you just want the world to see
But like a drug that makes you blind,
It'll fool ya every time
The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
It's stronger than your pride
The trouble with love is
It doesn't care how fast you fall
And you can't refuse the call
See, you got no say at all
Now I was once a fool, it's true
I played the game by all the rules
But now my world's a deeper blue
I'm sadder, but I'm wiser too
I swore I'd never love again
I swore my heart would never mend
Said love wasn't worth the pain
But then I hear it call my name
(The trouble with) The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
It's stronger than your pride
The trouble with love is
It doesn't care how fast you fall
And you can't refuse the call
See, you got no say at all
Every time I turn around
I think I've got it all figured out
My heart keeps callin' and I keep on fallin'
Over and over again
This sad story always ends the same
Me standin' in the pourin' rain
It seems no matter what I do
It tears my heart in two
(The trouble with love is) The trouble with love, yeah
(It can tear you up inside) It can tear you up inside
(Make your heart believe a lie) Make your heart believe a lie
It's stronger than your pride
(The trouble with love is)
It's in your heart
It's in your soul (doesn't care how fast you fall)
You won't get no control
(and you can't refuse the call)
See, you got no say at all
(The trouble with love is) Oh, yeah
(It can tear you up inside)
(Make your heart believe a lie)
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AFI
Love Is A Many Splendored Thing Lyrics
You think you've got the looks,
you think you've got the fashion.
You thought you'd have me wanting more,
but don't like my reaction.
You think you're really something.
You're nothing to me now.
You thought you'd keep me coming
without ever thinking how.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
You think you're really special.
You think I think you're best.
You think you're really something?
You're no better than the rest.
You've got everything you wanted.
Don't let yourself be fooled.
You thought that you could play the game,
but I just changed the rules.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
you!
Why do I hate you.
You think you've got the looks,
you think you've got the fashion.
You thought you'd have me wanting more,
but don't like my reaction.
You think you're really something.
You're nothing to me now.
You thought you'd keep me coming
without ever thinking how.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
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