Time & Tom Waits Help Me Kill November

.



In many ways the month of November has become my own personal firing squad. But with Tom Waits and time on my side, I will prevail yet again. Come the 30th, with my prey in sight, I will turn the tables and the calendar pages - and just like the year before - I will put November in the crosshairs, and out of my misery once more.

PLEASE NOTE: if you cannot deal with Waits' voice, the video is very evocative and will gently hold your hand throughout the song. And if the visuals are not enough to get you past Waits' raspy growl, the lyrics stand up quite well on their own. They are included in the video. I have also transcribed them below for your convenience and reading pleasure.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekb6ALfBiT8


November
(T. Waits)

No shadows
No stars
No moon
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
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

Go away you rainsnout
Go away, blow your brains out
November



.