Chords for Sartorial Sounds - Take Off Your Cool
Tempo:
104.95 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
Em
Am
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Tonight, the jazz spot is [C] alive.
Every couple [Em] on the dance floor is moving like they've got [F] magnets in their bones and
have been waiting for weeks to swing the room electric.
The trumpets [C]
are a chorus of cannon fire, [Em] but the only battlefield is the [F] one inside our chests.
Those crimson war drums, freestyle beatboxing, a [C] remixed renaissance into our microphone [Em] spines.
There is beauty here.
[Am] A symphony of sartorial sounds leaping from iris to ear.
Every bow tie is just [C] a sleeping butterfly draped in silk.
[Em] The jazz singers dress like a horizon [Am] tailor made for the harmony of her curves as she
belts out a high note that makes the [C] floorboards jump for joy.
It propels our [Em] charged bodies through the atmosphere.
We're getting [F] fly tonight.
Soaring on wings sewn from our dreams as the music sinks [C] into our skin.
The saxophone [Em] settling like dust around us, two-stepping to [F] the club's heartbeat.
I can hear it breathing, feel it every time we spin and [C] the room becomes a turntable.
Langston [Em] Hughes on the ones and [C] twos, cross fading [F] hip-hop in Harlem until Lennox Avenue
leaks through the pores of the party and our feet [C] take flight.
The jazz spot is [Em] alive tonight.
I'm just a feather in [F] its golden wings.
A small voice stitched [C] into its story.
[Em] [Em] [F]
[C]
I wanna see you.
[Em] I wanna see [F] you.
She enters in the room while I'm plagued by the cool, distorting time and place.
[C] My internal beating drum now [Em] offbeat, rhythm displaced as her [F] golden profile casts embers
upon my already warm-blooded being.
Love, [C] passion, and everything beautiful manifested in [Em] this bronze-beaming phoenix.
Her voice [F] waltz around a French quartet, vocal vibrations slowly tiptoeing upon the violin,
[C] strings reverberating in my heart.
[Em] Her whispers reveal a Nina Simone [C] timber in her [Dm] tone, massaging me mentally [F] like Nat King
Cole, sliding fingers down [C] keys, sending sensations through my bones.
That night, angels played [F] a cello as we jammed out to one another's organs.
In the morning after, her [C] pheromones filled the room like a sweet-smelling odor.
[Em] Her timid, innocent laughter proved to be a [F] snippet of my favorite record playing over and over.
She requested [C] that I take off my cool.
I said for [Em] you, I would make solar eclipse, make [F] sound cease to exist so that we could
be illuminated by the moon while your [C] presence presents a soothing acoustic.
[Em] [F] Why don't you take off your cool?
Leave it there right by the pool.
[C] You know that I want to see you from all that [Em] you are to all that you do.
[D] I know that you had your concerns, the lies, the fears, the burns, [C] the scars we've seen to earn.
I took off [Em] my cool, but now it's your turn.
[F] We living like this is the night.
[D] Arm of a cool, be ready for flight.
[C] The aura of this is so awesome.
[Em] Please tell me if this is alright.
[F] I realize my cool is within.
[D] Out of my mind, it's filled to the pin.
Into [C] the thoughts of those standing akin.
If I dare [Em] to quit, then that is a sin.
[F]
Take off your cool.
[C]
[Em] Get to [F] know you.
I want [C] to know you.
Baby.
[Em] Take off [F]
your cool.
[C] Take off your cool.
[Em] Get to [F] know you.
Want to know you.
[C]
Baby.
[Em] Take [C] off [F] your cool.
[D] [Am] I want [A] to [C] get to [Dm] know you.
Get to know you.
[Em] [Am]
Baby.
[C] Take [F] off your cool.
[Am] I want [A] to [C] get to [Dm] know you.
[F] [Em] [Am] Take off your cool like a sweatshirt.
[C] It'll be cool, let the sweat work.
I [F] promise that a little bit won't hurt.
Let it go and feel the spirit like [Am] we in church.
Merch.
[A] It'll be fine if we [C] dance.
One, two, step, put your mind in the [Dm] trance.
Four to the floor, everybody clap hands.
Now we in [Em] unison, and it's [Am] the cutest thing.
[C] Baby.
Take off your [F] cool.
[D] [Am] I want to get to know you.
[C] Get to [Dm] know you.
I want to get to know you.
[Am]
Baby.
[C] Baby.
[F] I want to [D] [Am]
[C] get to know you.
I want [Dm] to get to know you.
So need [Am] you.
[C] Baby.
[F]
[Am] Take off your cool.
[C] Take [Dm] off your cool.
Take [D] [Am] off your cool, yeah.
[C] [F]
Take [Dm] off your cool.
[Am]
[C] [Dm]
Want to know you.
[G]
[Am] Hey.
[C]
Every couple [Em] on the dance floor is moving like they've got [F] magnets in their bones and
have been waiting for weeks to swing the room electric.
The trumpets [C]
are a chorus of cannon fire, [Em] but the only battlefield is the [F] one inside our chests.
Those crimson war drums, freestyle beatboxing, a [C] remixed renaissance into our microphone [Em] spines.
There is beauty here.
[Am] A symphony of sartorial sounds leaping from iris to ear.
Every bow tie is just [C] a sleeping butterfly draped in silk.
[Em] The jazz singers dress like a horizon [Am] tailor made for the harmony of her curves as she
belts out a high note that makes the [C] floorboards jump for joy.
It propels our [Em] charged bodies through the atmosphere.
We're getting [F] fly tonight.
Soaring on wings sewn from our dreams as the music sinks [C] into our skin.
The saxophone [Em] settling like dust around us, two-stepping to [F] the club's heartbeat.
I can hear it breathing, feel it every time we spin and [C] the room becomes a turntable.
Langston [Em] Hughes on the ones and [C] twos, cross fading [F] hip-hop in Harlem until Lennox Avenue
leaks through the pores of the party and our feet [C] take flight.
The jazz spot is [Em] alive tonight.
I'm just a feather in [F] its golden wings.
A small voice stitched [C] into its story.
[Em] [Em] [F]
[C]
I wanna see you.
[Em] I wanna see [F] you.
She enters in the room while I'm plagued by the cool, distorting time and place.
[C] My internal beating drum now [Em] offbeat, rhythm displaced as her [F] golden profile casts embers
upon my already warm-blooded being.
Love, [C] passion, and everything beautiful manifested in [Em] this bronze-beaming phoenix.
Her voice [F] waltz around a French quartet, vocal vibrations slowly tiptoeing upon the violin,
[C] strings reverberating in my heart.
[Em] Her whispers reveal a Nina Simone [C] timber in her [Dm] tone, massaging me mentally [F] like Nat King
Cole, sliding fingers down [C] keys, sending sensations through my bones.
That night, angels played [F] a cello as we jammed out to one another's organs.
In the morning after, her [C] pheromones filled the room like a sweet-smelling odor.
[Em] Her timid, innocent laughter proved to be a [F] snippet of my favorite record playing over and over.
She requested [C] that I take off my cool.
I said for [Em] you, I would make solar eclipse, make [F] sound cease to exist so that we could
be illuminated by the moon while your [C] presence presents a soothing acoustic.
[Em] [F] Why don't you take off your cool?
Leave it there right by the pool.
[C] You know that I want to see you from all that [Em] you are to all that you do.
[D] I know that you had your concerns, the lies, the fears, the burns, [C] the scars we've seen to earn.
I took off [Em] my cool, but now it's your turn.
[F] We living like this is the night.
[D] Arm of a cool, be ready for flight.
[C] The aura of this is so awesome.
[Em] Please tell me if this is alright.
[F] I realize my cool is within.
[D] Out of my mind, it's filled to the pin.
Into [C] the thoughts of those standing akin.
If I dare [Em] to quit, then that is a sin.
[F]
Take off your cool.
[C]
[Em] Get to [F] know you.
I want [C] to know you.
Baby.
[Em] Take off [F]
your cool.
[C] Take off your cool.
[Em] Get to [F] know you.
Want to know you.
[C]
Baby.
[Em] Take [C] off [F] your cool.
[D] [Am] I want [A] to [C] get to [Dm] know you.
Get to know you.
[Em] [Am]
Baby.
[C] Take [F] off your cool.
[Am] I want [A] to [C] get to [Dm] know you.
[F] [Em] [Am] Take off your cool like a sweatshirt.
[C] It'll be cool, let the sweat work.
I [F] promise that a little bit won't hurt.
Let it go and feel the spirit like [Am] we in church.
Merch.
[A] It'll be fine if we [C] dance.
One, two, step, put your mind in the [Dm] trance.
Four to the floor, everybody clap hands.
Now we in [Em] unison, and it's [Am] the cutest thing.
[C] Baby.
Take off your [F] cool.
[D] [Am] I want to get to know you.
[C] Get to [Dm] know you.
I want to get to know you.
[Am]
Baby.
[C] Baby.
[F] I want to [D] [Am]
[C] get to know you.
I want [Dm] to get to know you.
So need [Am] you.
[C] Baby.
[F]
[Am] Take off your cool.
[C] Take [Dm] off your cool.
Take [D] [Am] off your cool, yeah.
[C] [F]
Take [Dm] off your cool.
[Am]
[C] [Dm]
Want to know you.
[G]
[Am] Hey.
[C]
Key:
C
F
Em
Am
Dm
C
F
Em
_ Tonight, _ the jazz spot is [C] alive.
_ Every couple [Em] on the dance floor is moving like they've got [F] magnets in their bones and
have been waiting for weeks to swing the room electric.
The trumpets [C]
are a chorus of cannon fire, [Em] but the only battlefield is the [F] one inside our chests.
Those crimson war drums, freestyle beatboxing, a [C] remixed renaissance into our microphone [Em] spines.
There is beauty here.
[Am] A symphony of sartorial sounds leaping from iris to ear.
Every bow tie is just [C] a sleeping butterfly draped in silk.
[Em] The jazz singers dress like a horizon [Am] tailor made for the harmony of her curves as she
belts out a high note that makes the [C] floorboards jump for joy.
It propels our [Em] charged bodies through the atmosphere.
We're getting [F] fly tonight.
Soaring on wings sewn from our dreams as the music sinks [C] into our skin.
The saxophone [Em] settling like dust around us, two-stepping to [F] the club's heartbeat.
I can hear it breathing, feel it every time we spin and [C] the room becomes a turntable.
Langston [Em] Hughes on the ones and [C] twos, cross fading [F] hip-hop in Harlem until Lennox Avenue
leaks through the pores of the party and our feet [C] take flight.
The jazz spot is [Em] alive tonight.
I'm just a feather in [F] its golden wings.
A small voice _ stitched [C] into its story.
_ _ [Em] _ _ [Em] _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
I wanna see you.
[Em] I wanna see [F] you.
She enters in the room while I'm plagued by the cool, distorting time and place.
[C] My internal beating drum now [Em] offbeat, rhythm displaced as her [F] golden profile casts embers
upon my already warm-blooded being.
Love, [C] passion, and everything beautiful manifested in [Em] this bronze-beaming phoenix.
Her voice [F] waltz around a French quartet, vocal vibrations slowly tiptoeing upon the violin,
[C] strings reverberating in my heart.
[Em] Her whispers reveal a Nina Simone [C] timber in her [Dm] tone, massaging me mentally [F] like Nat King
Cole, sliding fingers down [C] keys, sending sensations through my bones.
That night, angels played [F] a cello as we jammed out to one another's organs.
In the morning after, her [C] pheromones filled the room like a sweet-smelling odor.
[Em] Her timid, innocent laughter proved to be a [F] snippet of my favorite record playing over and over.
She requested [C] that I take off my cool.
I said for [Em] you, I would make solar eclipse, make [F] sound cease to exist so that we could
be illuminated by the moon while your [C] presence presents a soothing acoustic.
[Em] _ _ _ [F] Why don't you take off your cool?
Leave it there right by the pool.
[C] You know that I want to see you from all that [Em] you are to all that you do.
[D] I know that you had your concerns, the lies, the fears, the burns, [C] the scars we've seen to earn.
I took off [Em] my cool, but now it's your turn.
[F] We living like this is the night.
[D] Arm of a cool, be ready for flight.
[C] The aura of this is so awesome.
[Em] Please tell me if this is alright.
[F] I realize my cool is within.
[D] Out of my mind, it's filled to the pin.
Into [C] the thoughts of those standing akin.
If I dare [Em] to quit, then that is a sin.
_ [F] _
_ Take off your cool.
_ [C] _
_ _ _ [Em] Get to [F] know you.
I want [C] to know you. _ _
Baby.
_ [Em] Take off _ [F]
your cool.
_ _ _ [C] _ Take off your cool.
_ [Em] _ Get to [F] know you.
Want to know you.
_ _ [C] _
Baby.
[Em] Take [C] off [F] your cool.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] I want [A] to _ [C] get to [Dm] know you.
Get to know you.
[Em] _ _ [Am] _
Baby.
_ [C] Take _ [F] off _ your cool.
[Am] I _ _ want [A] to _ [C] get to [Dm] know you.
_ _ [F] _ _ [Em] _ [Am] Take off your cool like a sweatshirt.
[C] It'll be cool, let the sweat work.
I [F] promise that a little bit won't hurt.
Let it go and feel the spirit like [Am] we in church.
Merch.
[A] It'll be fine if we [C] dance.
One, two, step, put your mind in the [Dm] trance.
Four to the floor, everybody clap hands.
Now we in [Em] unison, and it's [Am] the cutest thing.
_ _ [C] Baby.
_ Take off your [F] _ cool.
[D] _ _ [Am] _ I want to get to know you.
_ _ [C] Get to [Dm] know you.
I want to get to know you.
_ _ [Am] _ _
Baby.
_ [C] Baby.
_ _ [F] I want to _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] get to know you.
I want [Dm] to get to know you.
So need [Am] you. _ _
_ _ [C] Baby.
_ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ Take off your cool.
_ [C] _ _ Take [Dm] off your cool.
Take _ [D] _ [Am] off your cool, yeah.
[C] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ Take [Dm] off your cool.
[Am] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ Want to know you.
_ [G] _
[Am] Hey.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ Every couple [Em] on the dance floor is moving like they've got [F] magnets in their bones and
have been waiting for weeks to swing the room electric.
The trumpets [C]
are a chorus of cannon fire, [Em] but the only battlefield is the [F] one inside our chests.
Those crimson war drums, freestyle beatboxing, a [C] remixed renaissance into our microphone [Em] spines.
There is beauty here.
[Am] A symphony of sartorial sounds leaping from iris to ear.
Every bow tie is just [C] a sleeping butterfly draped in silk.
[Em] The jazz singers dress like a horizon [Am] tailor made for the harmony of her curves as she
belts out a high note that makes the [C] floorboards jump for joy.
It propels our [Em] charged bodies through the atmosphere.
We're getting [F] fly tonight.
Soaring on wings sewn from our dreams as the music sinks [C] into our skin.
The saxophone [Em] settling like dust around us, two-stepping to [F] the club's heartbeat.
I can hear it breathing, feel it every time we spin and [C] the room becomes a turntable.
Langston [Em] Hughes on the ones and [C] twos, cross fading [F] hip-hop in Harlem until Lennox Avenue
leaks through the pores of the party and our feet [C] take flight.
The jazz spot is [Em] alive tonight.
I'm just a feather in [F] its golden wings.
A small voice _ stitched [C] into its story.
_ _ [Em] _ _ [Em] _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
I wanna see you.
[Em] I wanna see [F] you.
She enters in the room while I'm plagued by the cool, distorting time and place.
[C] My internal beating drum now [Em] offbeat, rhythm displaced as her [F] golden profile casts embers
upon my already warm-blooded being.
Love, [C] passion, and everything beautiful manifested in [Em] this bronze-beaming phoenix.
Her voice [F] waltz around a French quartet, vocal vibrations slowly tiptoeing upon the violin,
[C] strings reverberating in my heart.
[Em] Her whispers reveal a Nina Simone [C] timber in her [Dm] tone, massaging me mentally [F] like Nat King
Cole, sliding fingers down [C] keys, sending sensations through my bones.
That night, angels played [F] a cello as we jammed out to one another's organs.
In the morning after, her [C] pheromones filled the room like a sweet-smelling odor.
[Em] Her timid, innocent laughter proved to be a [F] snippet of my favorite record playing over and over.
She requested [C] that I take off my cool.
I said for [Em] you, I would make solar eclipse, make [F] sound cease to exist so that we could
be illuminated by the moon while your [C] presence presents a soothing acoustic.
[Em] _ _ _ [F] Why don't you take off your cool?
Leave it there right by the pool.
[C] You know that I want to see you from all that [Em] you are to all that you do.
[D] I know that you had your concerns, the lies, the fears, the burns, [C] the scars we've seen to earn.
I took off [Em] my cool, but now it's your turn.
[F] We living like this is the night.
[D] Arm of a cool, be ready for flight.
[C] The aura of this is so awesome.
[Em] Please tell me if this is alright.
[F] I realize my cool is within.
[D] Out of my mind, it's filled to the pin.
Into [C] the thoughts of those standing akin.
If I dare [Em] to quit, then that is a sin.
_ [F] _
_ Take off your cool.
_ [C] _
_ _ _ [Em] Get to [F] know you.
I want [C] to know you. _ _
Baby.
_ [Em] Take off _ [F]
your cool.
_ _ _ [C] _ Take off your cool.
_ [Em] _ Get to [F] know you.
Want to know you.
_ _ [C] _
Baby.
[Em] Take [C] off [F] your cool.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] I want [A] to _ [C] get to [Dm] know you.
Get to know you.
[Em] _ _ [Am] _
Baby.
_ [C] Take _ [F] off _ your cool.
[Am] I _ _ want [A] to _ [C] get to [Dm] know you.
_ _ [F] _ _ [Em] _ [Am] Take off your cool like a sweatshirt.
[C] It'll be cool, let the sweat work.
I [F] promise that a little bit won't hurt.
Let it go and feel the spirit like [Am] we in church.
Merch.
[A] It'll be fine if we [C] dance.
One, two, step, put your mind in the [Dm] trance.
Four to the floor, everybody clap hands.
Now we in [Em] unison, and it's [Am] the cutest thing.
_ _ [C] Baby.
_ Take off your [F] _ cool.
[D] _ _ [Am] _ I want to get to know you.
_ _ [C] Get to [Dm] know you.
I want to get to know you.
_ _ [Am] _ _
Baby.
_ [C] Baby.
_ _ [F] I want to _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] get to know you.
I want [Dm] to get to know you.
So need [Am] you. _ _
_ _ [C] Baby.
_ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ Take off your cool.
_ [C] _ _ Take [Dm] off your cool.
Take _ [D] _ [Am] off your cool, yeah.
[C] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ Take [Dm] off your cool.
[Am] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ Want to know you.
_ [G] _
[Am] Hey.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _