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3 Years Older

You cross the schoolyard with your head held down
And walk the streets under the breaking cloud
With a 100 futures cascading out
It’s complicated
 
You think of love as just a memory
A fog that smothers you, its hard to breathe
But when you're on your own that’s when you're free
You're three years older
And you’ll always be now
 
I can feel you more than you really know
I will love you more than I’ll ever show
 
There was a time when someone seemed to care
A tourist in your bed you left him there
You found a simple life with no-one to share
It’s not complicated
 
You make a list of all your big regrets
You share with people that you never met
You slowly move towards the medicine chest
You're three years older
And you’ll always be now
 
I can feel you more than you really know
I will love you more than I’ll ever show
You only have to say
And the world will slip away
From you………
 
Shame on you for getting older every day
This place is not for you so why do you still stay?
You stand there with the other fuckers in the rain
Life is not some sinecure for you to pay
You have to pay
 
I can feel you more than you really know
I will love you more than I’ll ever show
You only have to say
And the world will slip away
From you…
 

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The Highwayman

PART ONE
 
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
 
He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh.
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
 
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred.
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
 
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened. His face was white and peaked.
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s red-lipped daughter.
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—
 
“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.”
 
He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(O, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
 
PART TWO
 
He did not come in the dawning. He did not come at noon;
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy’s ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching—
Marching—marching—
King George’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
 
They said no word to the landlord. They drank his ale instead.
But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.
 
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest.
They had bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneath her breast!
“Now, keep good watch!” and they kissed her. She heard the doomed man say—
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
 
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
 
The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest.
Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love’s refrain.
 
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horsehoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The red coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still.
 
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light.
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.
 
He turned. He spurred to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o’er the musket, drenched with her own blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, and his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
 
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.
Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat;
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.
 
. . .
 
And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
 
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
 

Love in the Dark

I want it baby
I need it baby
Kissing rough, touching all your body

inRead invented by Teads

Got me going crazy
I'm on it baby
Come feel me baby
See you staring at your boy
Like you wanna make
Love in the, love in the, love in the dark
Love in the, love in the
Love in the, love in the, love in the dark
Love in the
Like you wanna make
Love in the, love in the, love in the dark
Love in the, love in the
Love in the, love in the, love in the dark
Love in the
Te quiero papi

(Love in the dark)
(You've been a bad bad girl)
(Love in the dark)
(You've been a bad bad, you've been a bad bad girl)
(Love in the dark)
You've been a bad bad girl
I think it's time i teach you a lesson
You've been a bad bad girl
I think it's time you get it
I want it baby
I need it baby
Kissing rough, touching all your body
Got me going crazy
I'm on it baby
Come feel me baby
See you staring at your boy
Like you wanna make
Love in the, love in the, love in the dark
Love in the, love in the
Love in the, love in the, love in the dark
Love in the, love in the dark
(You've been a bad bad girl)
(Love in the dark)
(You've been a bad bad, you've been a bad bad girl)
Hey baby you noticed
Not a word said but our bodies talking all naughty
Imma make you scream sweetest melodies
I'm talking break the bed tripping with your fella see
I want it baby
I need it baby
Kissing rough, touching all your body
Got me going crazy
I'm on it baby
Come feel me baby
See you staring at your boy
Like you wanna make
Love in the, love in the, love in the dark
Love in the, love in the
Love in the, love in the, love in the dark
Love in the
Like you wanna make
Love in the, love in the, love in the dark
Love in the, love in the
Love in the, love in the, love in the dark
Love in the dark
(Love in the dark)
(You've been a bad bad girl)
(Love in the dark)
(You've been a bad bad, you've been a bad bad girl)
(Love in the dark)

Fast Slow Disco

I sway in place
To a slow disco
A glass for the saints
And a bow for the road
 
Am I thinking what everybody’s thinking?
I’m so glad I came but I can’t wait to leave?
 
Slip my hand from your hand
Leave you dancing with a ghost
Slip my hand from your hand
Leave you dancing with a ghost
 
There’s blood in my ears
And a fool in the mirror
And the bay of mistakes
Couldn’t get any clearer
 
Am I thinking what everybody’s thinking?
I’m so glad I came but I can’t wait to leave?
 
Slip my hand from your hand
Leave you dancing with a ghost
Slip my hand from your hand
Leave you dancing with a ghost
 
Don’t it beat a slow dance to death?
Don’t it beat a slow dance to death?
Don’t it beat a slow dance to death?
Don’t it beat a slow dance to death?
Don’t it beat a slow dance to death?
Don’t it beat a slow dance to death?
 

I was King

We said tonight
No going back
Nothing seems right
Stuck in the past

When am I, when am I
Gonna start living?
When am I, when am I
Gonna move on?
When am I, when am I
Gonna kill this feeling?
When am I, when am I
Gonna stop this dreaming?

When I was king
I was king
We had everything

When I was king
I was king
We had everything

Don't wanna go
I'm holding on tight
Something to live for
Make it our nights

(Shut down the sirens in our heads)

When I was king
I was king
We had everything

When I was king
I was king
We had everything

If I go down
I will go down fighting
I'll go down
Down like lightning

When am I when am I
Gonna start living?
When am I when am I
Gonna move on?
When am I when am I
Gonna kill this feeling?
When am I when am I
Gonna stop this dreaming?

When I was king
I was king
We had everything