I love the “Parker” feel of this song– It’s fine noir music from one of my all time favorite bands: The Decemberists. Clean rhythm, cool vibe, poppy hooks.
Sing Muse with passion of the pistol
Sing Muse of the warning by the whistle
On a night so dark in the waning
A dawn obscured by slight sky raining, oh ohFive and twenty burglars by the reservoir
A teenage lookout on the signal tower
The mogul’s daughter in hog-tie
The mogul figures the wrong guy, all rightIt was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crimeThe bagman’s quaking at the fingers
The hand-off glance a little lingers
A well-dressed man in the crosshairs
A shot rings out from somewhere upstairsIt was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crimeIt was the perfect crime
It was like a ticker-tape parade
When the plastique on the safe was blown away
And we all gaze from eye to eye
As we mouth our silent goodbyesThe valley’s sleeping like a bastard
It stinks of slumber and disaster
Two words are spoken with tap wire
The agent’s ploy finds a surefire backfireIt was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
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