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Keepin' Out Of Mischief Now

Don't even go to a movie show
If you're not by my side,
I stay home by my radio,
But I'm satisfied!
All my flirtin' days are gone,
On the level from now on!
 
Don't go for any excitement now,
Books are my best company.
All my opinions have changed somehow,
Old-fashioned as can be!
When you really learn to care,
There's a thrill in solitaire!
 
Keepin' ou of mischief now,
Really am in love, and how!
I'm through playing with fire,
It's you whom I desire!
 
All the world can plainly see
You're the only one for me!
I've told them in advance
They can't break up our romance!
Living up to every vow,
I'm keepin' out of mischief now!
 
All the world can plainly see
That you're the only one for me!
Say I've told them, told them in advance
That they can't break up our romance!
Living up to every vow,
I'm keepin', keepin' out of mischief now!
 

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Slow Burn

And I can't sleep a wink these nights
You're still here with me
And I feel you pull me
Pullin me down

I can't escape from ya (oh)
I can still feel your claws in me (twistin 'round)
I can't explain what you did to me
And now I'm stuck here

Dreamin in my mind
You're rubbing on my chest
You're all up in my brain
Baby you are taking the best of me

Parts of me are gone
I'm about to break
Cause I know this isn't how it should be

Watching the Wildlife

Watching the wildlife
On my way home, the state of Rome
People gliding on the floor
Pleased with life, not needing more
 
Sunset on the river
People go home in the rain
Familiar faces on the train
Running scared and staying sane
 
If you live by the sword
Well, that's your own reward
So don't walk with me
Watching the wildlife
The beast within you
Eats your heart out
Get free from hate and get in love
 
Boys in the backyard
The girls are hanging out the lines
Washing the day, wash your troubles away
It's game we have to play
 
Ghosts are chasing you 'round
Of things that happened in the past
Don't make that mistake again
The sun beats down the streets of passion
 
If you live by the sword
Well that's your own reward
So don't talk with me
Watching the wildlife
The beast within you
Eats your heart out
Get free from hate and get in love
 
Your own worst enemy
Get free from hate and get in love
 
If you live by the sword
Watching the wildlife
Watching you
The beast within you, too
Watching the wildlife...
 
Get in love, get in love
 
Watching the wildlife
We all live in a dream at home
We watch TV and drive a car
We go outside, but not too far
 
Watching the wildlife
We walk the water like a sun
Living cuts you like a knife
Living here watching the wildlife
 
Get in love, get in love
 

Let Me Go

Silence is golden but damn how it rings on me
I'm flying low enough, everything's clear to see
It rings and it rings and it sounds like my enemy
I'm tasting the dirt in my mouth that I like to feel
 
Let me go
Was amazing but it's the last scene of the show
(Let me go, let me go)
How hard can it be to leave what's killing you?
With distance it seems as if everything could be good
Oh, no, no
 
And it rings, yeah it rings
Don't forget there is the beast
Keep biting and hating and soon you'll be free
 
Let me go
Was amazing but it's the last scene of the show
Don't be afraid, it's not that bad
I know that you don't want me back
Got to let me go
 
Escaping through the light
'Cause this place can't be right
You're wonderful, you don't deserve to cry no more
Don't mind if I break, it's a mess that I've made
You need to move on
 
Let me go
 
Let me go (let me go, let me go)
Was amazing but it's the last scene of the show
Don't be afraid, it's not that bad
I know that you don't want me back
Got to let me go
 
(Let me go, let me go, hey
Let me go, let me go, hey
Let me go, let me go, hey
Let me go, let me go, hey
Let me go, let me go, hey)
 
No, don't be afraid, it's not that bad
I know that you don't want me back
Let me go
 
(Let me go, let me go, hey
Let me go, let me go, hey
Let me go, let me go, hey
Let me go, let me go, hey
Let me go, let me go, hey)
 

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.