The Perfect Crime #2
The Decemberists Lyrics


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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 oh

Five 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 right

It 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

The 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 upstairs

It 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

It 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 goodbyes

The 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 backfire

It 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

Overall Meaning

The Decemberists' "The Perfect Crime #2" is a melodious account of a successful heist plan. The song describes how the burglars' perfect heist plans go exactly as they hoped, but eventually, it all ends in tragedy. The opening line itself, "Sing Muse with passion of the pistol," is an invocation of the ancient Greek muses, who were invoked to inspire the telling of epic tales. The lyrics describe the events leading up to the "perfect" crime and the moments when it all falls apart. The song paints a picture of the events that led to the successful burglary, with twenty-five burglars involved, a teenage lookout on the signal tower, and the mogul's daughter in hog-tie. But then we hear of the mogul figuring out the wrong guy was responsible during the heist. The lyrics throughout the song are vivid, and the descriptive language helps create a movie-like atmosphere.


However, the song takes a dark turn towards the end when a well-dressed man is caught in the crosshairs and eventually shot. The song's concluding lines, "The valley's sleeping like a bastard. It stinks of slumber and disaster," hint at the tragedy the song describes. The song contains a classic example of dramatic irony, in which the singer felt that they have completed the perfect crime but is unaware of the consequences lurking around the corner.


Line by Line Meaning

Sing Muse with passion of the pistol
Call forth inspiration and creativity relating to the story of the pistol


Sing Muse of the warning by the whistle
Invoke creativity around the whistle's warning


On a night so dark in the waning
On a very dark and waning night


A dawn obscured by slight sky raining, oh oh
A slightly rainy dawn covers the sky, oh oh


Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir
Twenty-five burglars at the reservoir


A teenage lookout on the signal tower
A teenager working as a lookout on a signal tower


The mogul's daughter in hog-tie
The daughter of the mogul is tied up like a hog


The mogul figures the wrong guy, all right
The mogul realizes he has targeted the wrong person


It was a perfect, the perfect, the perfect
The crime was perfectly executed


The perfect, the perfect, the perfect crime
An undeniable perfect crime


The bagman's quaking at the fingers
The bagman is shaking with fear


The hand-off glance a little lingers
The glance during the hand-off lingers a while


A well-dressed man in the crosshairs
A stylishly-dressed man in the crosshairs of the criminal


A shot rings out from somewhere upstairs
A gunshot rings out from upstairs


It was like a ticker-tape parade
It was like an overly celebratory parade


When the plastique on the safe was blown away
The plastique explosive used to blow open the safe


And we all gaze from eye to eye
They all stared at each other


As we mouth our silent goodbyes
As they say goodbye to each other silently


The valley's sleeping like a bastard
The valley is sound asleep in an unpleasant way


It stinks of slumber and disaster
The feeling of sleepiness and disaster in the air


Two words are spoken with tap wire
Two words are spoken through a wiretap


The agent's ploy finds a surefire backfire
The agent's plan backfires




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Written by: COLIN MELOY

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