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The King of the black Patch. Inspired by the Peaky Blinders. By Indiana Posse Music Creation.

Title: The King of Black Patch. #music ​Genre: Dark Folk / Blues Rock (Think Red Right Hand meets traditional Romani strings) ​Verse 1 ​There’s a smoke that rises from the Garrison lane But it smells like the heath after summer rain He’s got a gold-watch chain and a tailor’s fit But his eyes are the ghosts of a fire just lit. Born in a wagon, baptised in the mud Before the Great War came to drink all the blood The copper in his pocket and the lead in his hand But the iron in his heart is from a deeper land. ​Chorus ​Oh, the stars are his ceiling, the road is his throne A King among thousands, yet forever alone. With a curse on his tongue and a bird on his wing He’s the son of the woods and a Birmingham king. You can wash off the coal, you can polish the stone But you can’t kill the Gypsy that lives in the bone. ​Verse 2 ​He talks to the horses in a tongue they know While the Lee girls whisper and the crystal glows. They say his mother had the sight in her head While Tommy just bargains with the ghosts of the dead. He’s got a white horse waiting in a dream of dust In a world made of concrete, shadows, and rust. A cross on the neck, but a knife in the boot The branch might be broken, but look at the root. ​Bridge ​[Tempo slows, a lone violin plays a mournful, fast-paced melody] ​It’s the "Black Patch" calling when the sirens scream It’s the smell of the grass in an opium dream. He’s half-way to heaven, and all-way to hell But the cards never lie, and the tea leaves tell... The devil is a gentleman, but the Shelby's are wild. ​Verse 3 ​So pour out the Irish, let the record play slow There’s a part of his spirit that the Peaky don’t show. When the empire crumbles and the lights go dim The wild Romani blood will be the saving of him. No crown for the head, just a cap with a blade Walking the line between light and the shade. ​Outro ​In the bone... In the bone... The road is long, and the fire is cold. But you can't buy a soul that was never sold. Stay gold, Tommy. Stay gold.