Springtime Blues...

I'm all washed out by the side of the road.
Broken-bones Matilda left a note and a rose.
Saying "Baby, honey child, I love you so long,

 but you deserve much better than me."

So I'm just burning all around, all the miles in the road.
And I'm never going back, and I'm never going home.
I've been gone too long. 

I've been less right than wrong.
I lost so much blood in the falling out.

And I lit a fire that wouldn't go out,
Until it consumed the walls and roof of this house.
Until all I remember was burning away.
And all I remember, you burnt it away.

See, for ten long years, I've been hustling around.
Tryin' to wash the sins and the sweat from my brow.
Just trying to find a better life for me and my own.
Just some rest for these tired working fingers.

But nobody never gonna tell you the way.
You gotta figure it out, boys, and suffer the rain,
And the fools in the night,

And the heat of the day.
When all you ever really wanted was for someone to understand.

And I lit a fire that wouldn't go out,

 Until it consumed the walls and roof of this house.
Until all I remembered was burning away.
And all I remember, you burnt it away.
But don't you take it so hard, and baby don't you cry.
Cross your hard heart and hope to die.
Don't you tell me no more lies, you lied all the time.
Don't you tell me no more lies, you lied every night.

And you're sugar and spice, and everything nice.
You got Monroe hips, your poison lips and eyes.
And you're sugar and spice, and everything nice.
You got open wounds in a young boy's pride.

And I lit a fire that wouldn't go out,
Until it consumed the walls and roof of this house.
Until all I remember was burning away.
And all that you left me, you burnt it away.
But don't you take it so hard, and baby don't you cry.
You cross your hard heart and you hope to die.
Don't you tell me no more lies, you lied all the time.
Don't you tell me no more lies, you lied every night.

                                                             -Film Noir

                                                                               The Gaslight Anthem

...   ...   ...

Like Miles Davis, I been swayed by the Cool.
There's just something 'bout the summertime.
There's just something 'bout the moon.
So I lay a kiss on this 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-soled shoes.
Climb on down from that window,
climb on out of your room.
'Cause I never had a good thing,
and I always had the blues.
And I heard that you always kinda wondered -
Miles, strike up the Cool.

Don't wait too long to come home.
My how the years and our youth pass on.
Don't wait too long to come home,
I will leave the front light on.
If the night is all wrong,
don't wait too long.

Like Poor Mr. Pitiful, I can't turn you loose
You move like a dream I had, 

woke up sweating in my room.
But your Mama's got plans, 

and your Daddy's aim is true.
But she never understood that it ain't no good,
and Papa never heard the Cool.

So now I got up my nerve, 

and found me a stone.
With a flick of the wrist 

and a turn of the key 

you just fall in my arms.

And don't wait too long to come home.
My how the years and our youth pass on.
Don't wait too long to come home,
I will leave the front light on.
If the night is all wrong,
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...

So don't wait too long to come home.
My how the years and our youth pass on.
Don't wait too long to come home,
I will leave the front light on.
  No don't wait too long to come home.
My how the years and our youth pass 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... 

                                                             -Miles Davis and The Cool

                                                      The Gaslight Anthem