"November" lyrics
No shadows, no stars
There's no moon and no cars
November
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
And 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
And 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 buckshot flag
Go away, you rainsnout
Go away, blow your brains out
November
There's no moon and no cars
November
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
And 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
And 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 buckshot flag
Go away, you rainsnout
Go away, blow your brains out
November
Writer(s): Kathleen Brennan, Thomas Alan Waits
