Flower Moon
Jellyfish d’Amour (and the Banjotron 5000)
I met her near the Russel St Courthouse
As the moon took its cold vigil in
She smiled like a thief with a secret to keep
Her voice was smooth as sin
Her hair tumbled down like a wildfire
Long, red, and catching the gloom
It clung to her neck like a whispered regret
Her name was Flower Moon
Beautiful Flower Moon
The name just suited her right
For her face was as pretty and fresh as a daisy
But she only came out at night
I laughed and I talked about nothing
I think she said her husband was dead
I was still distracted by her beautiful hair
Did I mention that it was red?
She said something about a hammer
And a skull cracked in two on the floor
Not really sure why
But it sounded divine
I wish she would say it some more
Oh Flower Moon, my midnight bloom
My desire for you never rests
Don’t know what goes on in your sweet little head
'Cos I can’t take my eyes off your breasts
She spoke of a pit in her garden
Recently dug fresh and new
“The earth must feed on sorrow,” she whispered
I said “I like gardening too”
We went to her house that same evening
She kissed my neck as she sharpened a knife
The moonlight spilled in like a witness
I want this joy for the rest of my life
Oh Flower Moon, with your bleach perfume
Gloved hands like porcelain clay
Though your touch might bruise and your stories confuse
You take my breath away
Oh Flower Moon, Flower Moon
Flower Moon?!? Oh fuck...