1,000 Words: ‘I’ve been swayed by the cool’

I’ll never be as cool as The Gaslight Anthem.

But thanks to the shot taken in July 2010 in Detroit, I can at least show people I am cool enough to be a fan.

Miles Davis and the Cool (from The ’59 Sound)
Like Miles Davis, I’ve been swayed by the cool.
There’s just something about the summertime.
There’s just something about the moon.
So I’ll lay a kiss on a stone, toss it upside your window, by the roof.
Before you change your mind, Miles, bring in the cool.

Now honey, put on your red dress.
And your diamond soul shoes.
Climb on down from that window.
Climb on out of your room.
Cause I’ve never had a good thing and I’ve always had the blues.
I heard that you always kind of wondered, Miles, strike up the Cool.

Don’t wait too long to come home.
My how the years and our youth passed on.
Don’t wait too long to come home.
I will leave the front light on.
The night is our own, don’t wait too long.

Like poor mister pitiful, I can’t turn you loose.
You move like a dream I had, woke up sweating in my room.
Your Mama’s got plans, your daddy’s aim is true.
She never understood that it ain’t no good.
Papa never heard the cool.

So now I got out my map and found me a stone.
With a flick of the wrist and the turn of the key.
You’ll just fall in my arms.

Don’t wait too long to come home.
My how the years and our youth passed on.
Don’t wait too long to come home.
I’ll leave the front light on.
The night is our own.
You don’t wait too long.

So why don’t you sing to me on this long drive home?
Let the sound of your voice sway sweet and slow.
As we go down, down, down.
From our youth to the ground.
Down down down.
From our youth to the ground
We might always be blue.
Jackson!

So don’t wait too long to come home.
My have the years of our youth passed on.
Don’t wait too long to come home.
I will leave the front light on.

So don’t wait too long to come home.
My have the years of our youth passed on.
Don’t wait too long to come home.
I will leave the front light on.

As we go down, down, down.
From our youth to the ground.
Down, down, down,
From our youth to the ground.
Down, down, down
From our youth to the ground.
Down, down, down, down, down.

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