Stumbled across this song while looking for some old standards;
Upon hearing it, I was just struck by how the song seemed to speak to gay men in particular, although there is no obvious indication in the lyrics to support this feeling.
At any rate, I came across the video above while looking for a nice version to accompany this post (I first heard Jane Monheit's, then Roberta Flack's, before I thought of looking through YouTube and came upon the male vocalist versions. There are several beautiful renditions - this one is a soulful jazz take on it - but I chose the one above for the video, as well.)
Seems like I wasn't the only one to think it was a poignantly...gay ballad.
Anyhow, for a song written in 1958, it's still strangely timeless, and for me, pointedly resonant.
For those of us who seek solace in places filled with bright lights and thundering music. Cold comfort in a bottle. A touch of what feels like love in the arms of strangers.
Or maybe it's just for the weary.
Sing a song of sad young men, glasses full of rye
All the news is bad again, kiss your dreams goodbye
All the sad young men, sitting in the bars Knowing neon nights, missing all the stars All the sad young men, drifting through the town Drinking up the night, trying not to drown All the sad young men, singing in the cold Trying to forget, that they're growing old All the sad young men, choking on their youth Trying to be brave, running from the truth Autumn turns the leaves to gold, slowly dies the heart Sad young men are growing old, that's the cruelest part All the sad young men, seek a certain smile Someone they can hold, for just a little while Tired little girl, does the best she can Trying to be gay, for a sad young man While a grimy moon, watches from above All the sad young men, who play at making love Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men Let your gentle light guide them home tonight All the sad, sad, sad, young men