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Flower Moon
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Brown Word and the Big Whine

Entry from Flower Moon in Nur Ein XX.

Narrative song about a murder

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Flower Moon
by Brown Word and the Big Whine

Late-spring and she had me dead to rights
middle of nowhere middle of the night
found myself frozen in the headlights
she threw me a shovel "Now dig"

You see it all the time in movies
What does it buy
to dig your own grave if you're only gonna die?
I banked on running but not my own feet
I was face down before I heard the crack

Agony blooming shot in the back
So this how it feels
She shoveled some earth
then took to her heels

She went and murdered me
Beneath the Flower Moon
Was the perfect crime
I'm accomplice to my own demise
No one to testify
I'm the killer in the room
Nobody who'd save me now

Back in '03 we did in my old man
I banked he'd run but he swore
he'd rather die than lemme go
so I dropped him with the hellfire of my forty-four

20 plus years in chilling sweat
she's the other witness to his end
and he only exists as a cold case yet
so cleverly we covered it

As the eye can't unsee nor the ear unhear
she summons a way to keep her conscience clear
cocks back and drops me with precision
goddammit somebody's gotta live with this decision

when I get outta this hole
it's over
when I get outta this hole
I'm gonna laugh
in the face of the flower moon
when I get outta this hole
I mean business
the whole town is gonna know
You bet I'm gonna tell 'em so

She went and murdered me
Beneath the Flower Moon
Was the perfect crime
I'm accomplice to my own demise
No one to testify
I'm the killer in the room
Nobody who'd save me now

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WreckdoMelle

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This one presented all sorts of technical challenges for me due to the bright sound I wanted, the 12 string being eternally temperamental and an eater of finger tips (somebody needs more practice...). The story is one of those weird ones you can't make up. Well, I mean you can. I've read a lotta true crime in my day and studied criminology whenever possible as an undergraduate, and I will tell you, like the Cavedweller lyric points out, murder is rather banal, the stories are WEIRD. They don't always make sense. People act weird in the moment and 20 years later after cracking forever. I can't explain. But when I get outta this hole I mean to investigate.

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