Brandon Richard Flowers nació el 21 de junio de 1981 en Henderson, Nevada, una pequeña ciudad cerca de Las Vegas. Desde temprana edad, Brandon mostró un interés marcado por la música, influenciado principalmente por la colección de vinilos de su hermano mayor y por la vibrante escena musical de Las Vegas. Su familia, de raíces mormonas, se trasladó a Utah cuando él era adolescente, pero Flowers pronto regresó a Las Vegas, la ciudad que moldearía su carrera musical.
En 2001, después de asistir a varios conciertos locales, Brandon respondió a un anuncio en una revista que buscaba músicos para una nueva banda. Allí conoció al guitarrista Dave Keuning, con quien formó la banda que más tarde se conocería como The Killers. Juntos, comenzaron a escribir y grabar música, encontrando un sonido propio que combinaba new wave, rock y pop.
The Killers lanzaron su álbum debut, Hot Fuss, en 2004. El disco incluyó éxitos instantáneos como "Mr. Brightside" y "Somebody Told Me," que rápidamente catapultaron a la banda a la fama internacional. No solo recibieron elogios críticos, sino que también conquistaron las listas de ventas en Estados Unidos y Reino Unido.
Paralelamente a su trabajo con The Killers, Brandon Flowers lanzó su carrera en solitario en
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Daddy, I'm not gonna tell you that I'm sorry,
But there aint nothin you can do to change my mind.
I'm not here to know the things I cannot do,
We've seen the outcome of the Boy's Who Didn't Fly.
That road outside that you've been taking home forever,
That'll be same road that I'll take when I depart.
Those charcoal veins that hold this chosen land together
May twist and turn but somewhere deep there is a heart.
Playing with fire
You know you're gonna hurt somebody tonight
And you're out on a wire
You know we're playing with fire
Perhaps this calling is the channel of invention,
I will not blush if others see it as a crime.
However dangerous the road, however distant,
These things won't compromise the will of the design.
Ten thousand Demons hammer down with every footstep,
Ten thousand Angels rush the wind against my back.
The church of mine may not be recognised by steeple,
That doesn't mean that I will walk without a God.
Oh well River of Truth, can you spare me a sip?
The holy fountain of youth has been reduced to a drip.
I've got this burning belief in Salvation and love
Its not you make me naive, but if push comes to shove
I will till this ground
You know you're gonna hurt somebody tonight
Oh woah oh woah woah
(out on a wire)
I might not get there.
This little town, this little house,
They seem to be leaning in the wrong direction
I'm not afraid of you no more.
Playing with fire
You know you're gonna hurt somebody tonight
And you're out on a wire
You know we're playing with fire