The Recurring Homicides

female vocals, traditional jazz swing, fast, noir, 1950s, dark, sinister, trumpet, piano

(Verse 2)
Now, yet another murder
"Another naked woman, sir?", I asked, as the captain gave the order
Antonia, the name on a ripped library card on the ground
Maldonado, surname revealed on the rooftop, the other half I found
A blood-stained silk stocking, such a beautiful sight to see
A skinned ring finger, shocking, such a dreadful night to be
Mad must I be, if all of these were mere coincidence
Mad must they be, whoever caused this incident

(Chorus)
Who's to blame? Who ignited the flame?
Through endless deceit, seeking for the names
These innocent lives are lost, ruined by brutality
Murder occurs again and again in this cruel city

(Verse 3)
Supposedly, California is sunny
But the rain never stops, isn't it funny?
The weather washed away most of the evidence
Of the murder of Theresa Taraldsen, silenced by violence
But a witness saw a tall, gaunt, horribly disfigured man
He's some kind of hobo leader, Stuart Ackerman
I almost broke down when I went to her residence
Two young daughters longing for their mother, pure innocence

(Chorus)
Who's to blame? Who ignited the flame?
Through endless deceit, seeking for the names
These innocent lives are lost, ruined by brutality
Murder occurs again and again in this cruel city

(Verse 4)
Again, another murder, now beside a railroad line
At least these last two were clothed, no message, nor sign
Perhaps I've become nonchalant after all this time
For such cruelty might have poisoned my mind
There's this one man, a writer, who had a history with her
A former soldier who assaulted a different woman, he grew bitter
Grosvenor McCaffrey is more convincing than the others
So, I'm charging him with the murder of Evelyn Summers

(Outro)
Los Angeles is still raining
This pattern is sustaining
Dark cold blood is staining
This plot is entertaining
Bodies that turned colder
People that never seemed to grow older
Flipping through the folders
Shall the final decision be bolder!

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(Verse 1) Look back, before we go on later Celine Henry, a former aviator Naked, cold and battered Her body, red lipstick lettered They say the closest one might be the evil one Might it be the husband as the deceitful one? Who was wise enough to kill her? Could this be connected to the Black Dahlia Killer? (Verse 2) Now, yet another murder "Another naked woman, sir?", I asked, as the captain gave the order Antonia, the name on a ripped library card on the ground Maldonado, surname revealed on the rooftop, the other half I found A blood-stained silk stocking, such a beautiful sight to see A skinned ring finger, shocking, such a dreadful night to be Mad must I be, if all of these were mere coincidence Mad must they be, whoever caused this incident (Chorus) Who's to blame? Who ignited the flame? Through endless deceit, seeking for the names These innocent lives are lost, ruined by brutality Murder occurs again and again in this cruel city (Verse 3) Supposedly, California is sunny But the rain never stops, isn't it funny? The weather washed away most of the evidence Of the murder of Theresa Taraldsen, silenced by violence But a witness saw a tall, gaunt, horribly disfigured man He's some kind of hobo leader, Stuart Ackerman I almost broke down when I went to her residence Two young daughters longing for their mother, pure innocence (Chorus) Who's to blame? Who ignited the flame? Through endless deceit, seeking for the names These innocent lives are lost, ruined by brutality Murder occurs again and again in this cruel city (Verse 4) Again, another murder, now beside a railroad line At least these last two were clothed, no message, nor sign Perhaps I've become nonchalant after all this time For such cruelty might have poisoned my mind There's this one man, a writer, who had a history with her A former soldier who assaulted a different woman, he grew bitter Grosvenor McCaffrey is more convincing than the others So, I'm charging him with the murder of Evelyn Summers (Outro) Los Angeles is still raining This pattern is sustaining Dark cold blood is staining This plot is entertaining Bodies that turned colder People that never seemed to grow older Flipping through the folders Shall the final decision be bolder!

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