Miles - Miles Davis, Gil Evans

Let him blow it

let him play it

let him show his back

Let his lips sore

let them bleed now

blondes and brunettes

For how many

miles he’ll walk to

find a place to rest?

And how many fights

he’ll fight to

prove that he’s the best?

It’s the tombstone

of the milestones

or is it a throne?

Prince of darkness

it’s so hard to

hear some better blow…

For how many keys

the Cs and Gs

he’ll play along?

What is wrong?

What if his life was

nothing but a song…