NUR EIN
11 months agoeliminated
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Challenge

Narrative song about a murder

Flower Moon
By WreckdoM

In the haze of the mid-day blaze
Cracked lips, a silent hiss
A curse, a plea or a prayer
A recipe for all my ears care
Your dried blood stiff on my jeans
Flakes everywhere, pulls at my chest hair
Your weakened gasps are a crows laugh
They will subside

No more light flashing in your eyes tonight
My Flower Moon is on the rise tonight
I know it sounds strange, it's strange to me
I devoured their hands and teeth

Through the fumes, the grease and the grime
Asphalt sticks, the shine of chrome blinds
Hash shop corn beef, dime for a ride
Dust in your lungs, meth on your mind
A shiny coin on a lacquer top
Back seat in the parking lot
I'll wait here while you get the room
We'll start soon

No more light flashing in your eyes tonight
My Flower Moon is on the rise tonight
If everyone could see what I see when I see it
They'd understand why I cut off my penis

WreckdoMelle

Forum post

We wanted something dark and brooding but I also wanted to put some structure into it to carry it with some weight. Working on this took me to the dark places. I started going out at night and waking up really tired. With mud at the foot of my bed. I dunno, I think it's just a phase. If I had it all to do over again, maybe I wouldn't double Geoff's vox. I love that sound and King Colon usually talks me out of it, rightly so but he wasn't around a lot this time to keep me from getting out there with it. There was something I loved in that guitar tone I landed on and I needed to bathe in it for awhile after all the falderal at the motel hence the extended coda.