Lyrics Tom Waits – November
Text:
No shadow
No stars
No moon
No care
November
It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That’s the color of bone
It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That’s the color of bone
No prayers for November
To linger longer
Stick your spoon in the wall
We’ll slaughter them all
November has tied me
To an old dead tree
Get word to April
To rescue me
November’s cold chain
Made of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens
On chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
You’re my firing squad
November
With my hair slicked back
With carrion shellac
With the blood from a pheasant
And the bone from a hare
Tied to the branches
Of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber
Like a buck shot flag
Like a buck shot flag
Go away you rainsnout
Go away, blow your brains out
November
Album
Tom Waits – The Black Rider
Tom Waits – The Last Rose Of Summer
Tom Waits – Lucky Day
Tom Waits – Gospel Train
Tom Waits – Crossroads
Tom Waits – Flash Pan Hunter
Tom Waits – I’ll Shoot The Moon
Tom Waits – The Briar And The Rose
Tom Waits – That’s The Way
Tom Waits – ‘T’Ain’t No Sin
Tom Waits – Just The Right Bullets
Tom Waits – November
Tom Waits – The Black Rider
Tom Waits – Lucky Day Overture