Luke Pilgrim - Guitar & Vocals
Tyler Ayers - Bass
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Tyler Ayers - Bass
Taylor Woodruff - Drums & Vocals

Last November is a diverse brew of quirky yet memorable pop rock accompanied by honest and thought provoking lyrics. Their ever growing internet presence, coupled with word-of-mouth from devoted fans, is pushing this young Atlanta band to true heights.

Under the guidance of platinum-selling producer Steven Haigler (Brand New, Fuel, Oleander, Pixies, As Tall as Lions), Last November’s new album, Over the Top or Under the Weather, delivers on the promise of the group’s impressive 2006 debut album, All the Gory Details, which was featured on The Real World, and other MTV shows, as well as garnering multi-formatted airplay on over 200 radio stations.

When we were in high school we used to sit around with acoustic guitars singing songs from Brand New’s, Deja Entendu, remembers Last November’s vocalist, guitarist and songwriter Luke Pilgrim. Working with the man who produced that record was a pretty surreal experience for us.

Luke Pilgrim, who began performing when he was 11, wrote most of the songs for the first album when he was still 15, and produced that disc himself. Now with a few more years under his belt, he brings an added maturity and experience to his writing. On Over the Top or Under the Weather, Steven Haigler’s sparkling production concentrates the band’s highly melodic vocals within edgy guitar inventions like The Bumper Sticker Song,the album’s first single and video.

The Bumper Sticker Song is really about finding someone who can love you in spite of all your flaws, weird hang ups, disorders, and overall neurotic, obsessive nature, says Pilgrim. I actually get emails from people asking if I really have A.D.D and O.C.D. I usually just tell them those are only a couple of my many disorders.

On the new CD, rockers like the wry Jesus Had Breakfast in Bed and Butter Me Up, with its Leslie-fied touches, demonstrate an astounding growth for Last November, while the superb Sunday Afternoon creates a lush landscape of baroque pop that is both hauntingly catchy and intelligent. Besides Luke Pilgrim on lead vocals and guitar, the band includes Tyler Ayers on bass and Taylor Woodruff on drums and vocals.

Over the Top or Under the Weather is Last November's second release on Southern Tracks Records, the independent label founded by legendary music publisher Bill Lowery. It was recorded and mixed at the renowned Southern Tracks Studio in Atlanta, home to such artists as Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Pilots, Train, The Bravery, and Bruce Springsteen, and mastered by Rodney Mills (Butch Walker, Pearl Jam, Drive-By Truckers, Lynyrd Skynyrd, etc.).

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Every Gory Detail
Last November Lyrics

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Once again last night you woke up in a cold sweat.
You felt the covers around you.
They just felt you right back.
You reach but you know he's gone.
You knew he wouldn't stick around too long.
All the while you were thinking,
You're just another girl for one of his songs
And it's so sad, it happened again.

Just another smooth talking fellow with wandering hands.
You're just another poem, he wrote,
another high five from his friends, he scored,
another great story he tells, one more.
Don't you get it?
You're the girl with the love that is for sale.
And you hide your face with your makeup.
It'll be on your pillow in the morning before you wake up.
The night before, the way your eyes looked,
Your alarm clock greets you with a right hook.
The taste in your mouth from the drinks last night.
His breath still lingers on your neck.
His hands took the tour of your body,
making sure to stop at every attraction.
You're just another poem, he wrote
Another high five from his friends, he scored
Another great story he tells, one more
Don't you get it?
You're the girl with the love that is for sale.
I guess you're wondering why I didn't call,
and why your telephone just hangs there,
the cord gently swaying from the wall.
I must apologize.
No, I can't defend my behavior.
I'm just so afraid if I get too close to the flames I'll just get burnt.
And that'd be so sad.
no, no that sounds like a personal problem to me.
I'll have to write some stupid song to make myself feel better about the whole thing.
Please don't hate me girl.
I didn't know it would get this far.
I'm just a coward.
I'm so afraid of bleeding from the heart.
I'm just another entry, inside her diary.
Just one more hit and run.
Don't you get it?
I'm the boy with the love that's not for sale.
And if you walk in on me sleeping,
and if you slit my throat tonight,
I guess I got what I deserved.
And you and me would be alright.
You'd tell your friends,
you'd fill them in,
on every gory detail.
I'm just another entry, inside of her diary,
Just one more...
Don't you get it?

Why don't you get it?
I'm the boy with the love that's not for sale.

Overall Meaning

Every Gory Detail by Last November reflects the experiences of a girl who wakes up in a cold sweat after being used and abandoned by a man who just wanted to add her to his list of conquests. She feels that she is just another girl for one of his songs and it's frustrating her. She knows that she is the girl with the love that is for sale, but she still hides her face with makeup, even though it won't cover up the fact that she allowed herself to be used. The girl has nothing to be proud of, and the way the man takes advantage of her is just another story to tell his friends who will congratulate him on another score.

The perspective then shifts to the man talking to the girl, asking for forgiveness and apologizing for his behaviour. He didn't call her back, and he's afraid of getting too close to the flames because he might get burnt. He can't bear the thought of bleeding from the heart because he's just a coward. The guy is well aware that he's just another entry in her diary, and he knows that she's going to share every gory detail with her friends. However, he points out that he's the boy with the love that's not for sale, and he can't buy her love like it's something from the store. The song ends with the man accepting that if the girl decided to take revenge and slit his throat tonight, he'd deserve it.

Line by Line Meaning

Once again last night you woke up in a cold sweat.
You had another nightmare about him.

You felt the covers around you.
You tried to find comfort in your bed.

They just felt you right back.
But the bed couldn't provide you with any comfort.

You reach but you know he's gone.
You wish he was still there, but he's not.

You knew he wouldn't stick around too long.
You knew he was not going to commit to you.

All the while you were thinking,
You couldn't stop thinking about him.

You're just another girl for one of his songs
You were just another girl to him, a source of inspiration for his music.

And it's so sad, it happened again.
You are disappointed that you fell for him again.

Just another smooth talking fellow with wandering hands.
He was just another charming guy with a wandering eye.

You're just another poem, he wrote,
You were just another subject for his poetry.

another high five from his friends, he scored,
His friends congratulated him on another conquest.

another great story he tells, one more.
He brags about his conquest to anyone who will listen.

Don't you get it?
Don't you understand what he's doing to you?

You're the girl with the love that is for sale.
He sees you as someone who is willing to give away your love easily.

And you hide your face with your makeup.
You use makeup to cover up the pain and insecurities you feel.

It'll be on your pillow in the morning before you wake up.
You will wake up to find makeup stains on your pillow from crying.

The night before, the way your eyes looked,
He noticed the way you looked at him with such intensity the night before.

Your alarm clock greets you with a right hook.
You wake up feeling hurt and disappointed by the reality of your situation.

The taste in your mouth from the drinks last night.
You regret the choices you made while under the influence of alcohol.

His breath still lingers on your neck.
You can still feel his presence even though he's not there.

His hands took the tour of your body,
He explored your body without regard for your feelings.

making sure to stop at every attraction.
He only cared about his own pleasure and interests.

I guess you're wondering why I didn't call,
You are probably wondering why he hasn't called you back.

and why your telephone just hangs there,
And why he hasn't bothered to pick up your calls.

the cord gently swaying from the wall.
The cord is just there, reminding you of your failed attempts to reach out to him.

I must apologize.
He acknowledges that he messed up.

No, I can't defend my behavior.
He knows he's wrong and can't justify his actions.

I'm just so afraid if I get too close to the flames I'll just get burnt.
He's afraid of getting hurt if he gets too close to you.

And that'd be so sad.
He knows he will be devastated if he gets hurt.

no, no that sounds like a personal problem to me.
He deflects and tries to make light of the situation.

I'll have to write some stupid song to make myself feel better about the whole thing.
He admits he will probably write a song about this experience to make himself feel better.

Please don't hate me girl.
He pleads with you not to hate him for what he's done.

I didn't know it would get this far.
He didn't realize his actions would have such an impact on you.

I'm just a coward.
He acknowledges his cowardice in the situation.

I'm so afraid of bleeding from the heart.
He's afraid of getting emotionally hurt.

I'm just another entry, inside her diary.
He knows he's just another person you've written about in your diary.

Just one more hit and run.
He admits that he's just another guy who used you and left.

Why don't you get it?
He's frustrated that you can't see through his actions.

I'm the boy with the love that's not for sale.
He wants you to know that he's not someone who gives away his love easily.

And if you walk in on me sleeping,
In a hypothetical situation, if you found him asleep,

and if you slit my throat tonight,
And if you killed him,

I guess I got what I deserved.
In his mind, he deserves to be killed for what he's done to you.

And you and me would be alright.
He believes that if he were dead, you would be better off.