[Intro]
Tap shoes, streetlight, click-clack pace
Little black case, little black case
Snap of a reed, cold-blooded grin
(uh-oh)
That’s when the weirdness begins
[Verse 1]
He’d say
“Take five, step aside”
then count off under his breath
One-two
By three you knew
someone might be late to death
He’d stalk dark alleys
coat tails swish
low brim hiding his eyes
Then
out comes the stick
one wicked lick
and folks dropped in surprise
[Chorus]
They called it
“The Clarinet Murders”
every crime scene swingin’ in time
Fingerprints shaped like eighth notes
chalk lines curved in a rhyme
Click-click keys like a code word
every last blow in tune
“The Clarinet Murders”
another bad solo hit the room
[Verse 2]
Club doors slam
bartender prays
as the band hits set number three
He slips in
sits back
soft attack
plays a little too free
Victim at the bar
hears that run
turns around with a laugh
One sharp trill
then a sudden chill
like the floor just cut in half
[Chorus]
They called it
“The Clarinet Murders”
every crime scene swingin’ in time
Candle wax shaped like triplets
shadows dancing in mime
Click-click keys like a code word
every last blow in tune
“The Clarinet Murders”
another bad solo hit the room
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to bass and snaps]
Then came
Detective Jones
tie all crooked, sleep deprived
Case files stacked like bathroom tiles
coffee keeping him alive
He said
“Every hit got rhythm
every crook got a riff
If this cat’s playin’ crooked
I’ll answer him, real swift”
He popped his latch
pulled out brass
neck strap over his chest
Took one breath
blew one blast
the windows shook at its best
Said
“You bring your shaky woodwind
I’ll bring my shiny twist”
They met at midnight
note vs note
in a crooked backstreet mist
[Chorus]
They called it
“The Clarinet Murders”
but tonight got a different tune
Sax lines sliced through alley fog
like a hot knife through the gloom
Click-click keys met a big roar
call-and-response in the dark
“The Clarinet Murders”
ended on a blaring spark
[Outro]
Now he’s
countin’ bars in a jail cell
tappin’ out time on the wall
Detective hums that victory theme
down the echoing hall
If you hear a squeak in the shadows
better hope it’s just a bird
’Cause once you’ve heard
“The Clarinet Murders”
you’ll never trust a reed word (hey!)