"Annie Bethancourt puts on a show that explains the… Read Full Bio ↴WHAT THE "THEY" SAY:
"Annie Bethancourt puts on a show that explains the difference between raw talent and deft technique. Or, rather, she inhabits both."
-- Troy Johnson, Music Editor San Diego CityBeat
"...bluesy and raw. Her voice is angelic, and resonates the deep emotions in her songs. (she) has got a lot of talent on her lips and at her fingertips."
--discoveringartists.com
"a lucid mixture of Joni Mitchell and Fiona Apple that goes from hushed whispers, operatic heights, and then coal-walking wails, all within the same song."
--Seth Combs
WHAT ANNIE SAYS:
i am a san francisco baby raised in the southern california sun, now with one foot in the costa rican pacific and one foot underneath the portland pines. i love everything about the ocean--more so when it's warm. i love writing short stories, even though i rarely finish any of them. i could eat fruit for every meal. i have a personal disdain for the term "let's hang out" used in place of asking someone for a date. i'm a pastor's daughter who loves god and still swears like a sailor sometimes. i read a lot, often several books at a time. i'm strong, i'm independent, but i'm consistently embarrassed by my uncontrollable crying in sad movies (i think i can't separate fictional characters from real people, just like when i read "the island of the blue dolphins" in the third grade and was inconsolable for weeks). i miss spain, and sometimes i imagine i'm back there. i love laughing, probably more than anything, although close seconds would be riding perfect glassy waves or being warm in pajamas. i lied--i love performing my music for people more than anything. i get along with my parents really well. i like things clean but i'm not necessarily always clean. i'm always making lists and plans, but i'm not necessarily organized. i love dancing but i have to be in the right mood. i will never, ever grow too old for bike riding. my cell phone is not my leash. i'm an independent artist who supports music file sharing but also supports supporting artists. i once had my eyebrow pierced. i don't wear lipstick. oftentimes i just like to be silent. if i could, i would always be barefoot. my brother is one of the coolest people i know. i'm stubborn, but i like to think i'm still open minded. sometimes i'm ashamed when i remember how i once was. i often find myself overwhelmed by the beauty in the world. i can't believe i get this life. i'm glad i'm here.
WHAT YOU SAY:
"Where can I buy one of Annie's CD'S??"
shucks, thanks for asking! You can get them:
http://anniebeth.com
http://anniebeth.wordpress.com/
http://www.myspace.com/anniebethancourt
November
Annie Bethancourt Lyrics
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the trees are shaking their coats from their shoulders
or didn't you know, or haven't you seen the signs
I told my friends you were getting closer
my mother's been praying; my father's been hopeful
I swore I was telling the truth
don't make me a liar
I'm staying on my side instead
of filling all the spaces where your body will lie
and I pray you're safe and happy
I pray the Lord you're soul to keep
and as I drift to sleep, I'm whispering to the sky
good-night my sweet lover
oh, good-night my dear one
I hope the morning finds you in the sun
I will be so jealous of the rain
sneaking through window panes
to touch your face
but I'll be with you before November comes
May to December, January to June
I've been wanting to share some of these months with you
though I went away and winter's always found me warm
still I thought of you like a letter sent
something on its way that I was meant to
hold and so I'm singing to you
through these north west storms
good-night my sweet lover
oh, good-night my dear one
I hope the morning finds you in the sun
and just like confetti leaves riding
the wind to line your streets
I'll be falling fast before November comes
just like confetti leaves riding
the wind to line your street
I'll be falling fast before November comes
these sunny days are growing colder
the trees are shaking their coats from their shoulders
or didn't you know, or haven't you seen the signs
Annie Bethancourt's song "November" is a beautiful, melancholic rendition about letting go and accepting the inevitable. The first verse, "these sunny days are growing colder, the trees are shaking their coats from their shoulders, or didn't you know, or haven't you seen the signs," speaks to the changing of the seasons, reflecting the passing of time and the inevitability of change. The singer goes on to say that they have been telling their friends about someone "getting closer," meaning they have been hopeful in a new relationship. However, the lyric "don't make me a liar" suggests that perhaps things aren't working out as planned, and they are trying to come to terms with the possibility of losing this person.
The second verse takes a more personal turn, with the singer expressing their longing for their lover, as they fall asleep alone. The lines "and I pray you're safe and happy, I pray the Lord you're soul to keep, and as I drift to sleep, I'm whispering to the sky" are hauntingly beautiful, with the allusion to prayer adding a religious element to the song. The final verse speaks to the inevitability of the separation the singer feels, as they sing "just like confetti leaves riding the wind to line your streets, I'll be falling fast before November comes." It's a poignant way of admitting that they know things may not work out, but they are still holding on to what they have while they can.
Overall, "November" is a beautifully written and performed song full of emotion and honesty, highlighting the reality of seasonal and emotional change.
Line by Line Meaning
these sunny days are growing colder
The warm days are giving way to colder weather
the trees are shaking their coats from their shoulders
The trees are shedding their leaves in preparation for winter
or didn't you know, or haven't you seen the signs
The signs of the changing season are apparent to everyone
I told my friends you were getting closer
I spoke about my love for you to my friends
my mother's been praying; my father's been hopeful
My parents are also hoping for our love to flourish
I swore I was telling the truth
I truly believe in the love I have for you
don't make me a liar
I hope our love can grow and thrive as I have stated
and every night when I fall into bed
As I go to bed each night
I'm staying on my side instead
I am sleeping on my side of the bed
of filling all the spaces where your body will lie
I am refraining from imagining you lying next to me
and I pray you're safe and happy
I hope that you are well and content
I pray the Lord you're soul to keep
I am wishing for your wellbeing and happiness
and as I drift to sleep, I'm whispering to the sky
As I fall asleep, I am meditating and connecting with the divine
good-night my sweet lover
Goodnight, my beloved
oh, good-night my dear one
Oh, goodnight, my love
I hope the morning finds you in the sun
I wish you a happy and fulfilling day ahead
I will be so jealous of the rain
I might feel envious of the rain, which might be lucky enough to touch you
sneaking through window panes
In case rain happens to make its way in through your window
to touch your face
To touch your face while you are sleeping
but I'll be with you before November comes
But I hope to be there with you before the winter season arrives
May to December, January to June
Throughout the year
I've been wanting to share some of these months with you
I have been thinking about enjoying some time with you
though I went away and winter's always found me warm
Even though I am not with you now, thinking of you keeps me warm in the winter
still I thought of you like a letter sent
I think about you as I would a letter sent with love
something on its way that I was meant to hold
Something that I am supposed to cherish and keep safe
and so I'm singing to you
Hence, I express my love for you through song
through these north west storms
Despite the storms, I will continue to express my love
and just like confetti leaves riding
Like colorful leaves carried by the wind
the wind to line your streets
The streets where you live are filled with such leaves
I'll be falling fast before November comes
I hope to be with you soon, before the winter arrives
just like confetti leaves riding
Like the colorful leaves caught up in the wind
the wind to line your street
Decorating and filling the streets with happy colors
I'll be falling fast before November comes
I want to be with you before winter arrives
Contributed by Jacob O. Suggest a correction in the comments below.