Tyler Ayers - Bass
Taylor Woodruff - D… Read Full Bio ↴Luke Pilgrim - Guitar & Vocals
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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Sunday Afternoon
Last November Lyrics
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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.
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
The lyrics to Last November's song "Sunday Afternoon" paint a rather bleak picture of a girl who's been taken advantage of by a smooth-talking guy who saw her as nothing more than another conquest. Through the lens of the singer and their perspective, we see this girl as a victim of love that is for sale. She's tried to cover up her pain with makeup, but the night before's memories still linger with her. She's aware that he's going to take this experience and use it for a song or a tale to his friends, just one among many. She knows that she's nothing special to him, just someone he can add to his collection of experiences.
In the second verse, we hear from the perspective of the man who did this to her. He's aware that he's messed up and has hurt her, but he's also reluctant to take responsibility for it. He's fearful of getting too close and getting burned, but he also knows that he's just another hit and run in her diary. He recognizes his own cowardice, and accepts that he's not the boy with love for sale, but he's also not the boy with the love that's not for sale either. He's afraid of bleeding from the heart and the emotional costs that can come when one is truly vulnerable in a relationship. He knows he's never going to be able to give her the love she deserves, and so he retreats back into his own world - and in this instance, into a song that will make him feel better.
Line by Line Meaning
Once again last night you woke up in a cold sweat.
You had a nightmare about the situation you're in with this guy.
You felt the covers around you.
You tried to find comfort in the security of your bed.
They just felt you right back.
But the bed is cold and unfeeling.
You reach but you know he's gone.
You feel alone because he disappeared after you hooked up.
You knew he wouldn't stick around too long.
You were aware that he was a player and wouldn't stay.
All the while you were thinking,
Your thoughts raced as you try to process the things that happened.
You're just another girl for one of his songs
You realize that you're just another conquest for him to sing about.
And it's so sad, it happened again.
You feel sad that you fell for the same trick again.
Just another smooth talking fellow with wandering hands.
He was just another guy who sweet talked you into bed and couldn't keep his hands to himself.
You're just another poem, he wrote,
You're just another inspiration for his poetry.
Another high five from his friends, he scored,
His friends think he's cool for getting with you.
Another great story he tells, one more.
He sees you as just another story in his repertoire of conquests.
Don't you get it?
Don't you see what kind of guy he is?
You're the girl with the love that is for sale.
He thinks that you're easily won over and your love can be bought.
And you hide your face with your makeup.
You use makeup to cover up your insecurities.
It'll be on your pillow in the morning before you wake up.
You can still feel him on your pillow in the morning when you wake up.
The night before, the way your eyes looked,
You remember how your eyes looked when you were together.
Your alarm clock greets you with a right hook.
You wake up to the reality that this guy is not good for you.
The taste in your mouth from the drinks last night.
You still taste the alcohol in your mouth from last night's drinking.
His breath still lingers on your neck.
You can feel his breath on your neck even though he's gone.
His hands took the tour of your body,
He explored your body with his hands.
Making sure to stop at every attraction.
He made sure to touch all of the parts of you that he found attractive.
I guess you're wondering why I didn't call,
You're probably wondering why he never called you back.
And why your telephone just hangs there,
Your phone hasn't rang since you gave him your number.
The cord gently swaying from the wall.
You watch as the cord of your phone sways back and forth.
I must apologize.
He feels bad about what he's done to you.
No, I can't defend my behavior.
He admits that he was wrong.
I'm just so afraid if I get too close to the flames I'll just get burnt.
He's scared to get attached to anyone because he doesn't want to get hurt.
And that'd be so sad..
But he acknowledges that it's still sad.
No, no that sounds like a personal problem to me.
He brushes it off as your own issue.
I'll have to write some stupid song to make myself feel better about the whole thing.
He'll use this experience as inspiration for his music.
Please don't hate me girl.
He pleads for you to not blame him.
I didn't know it would get this far.
He claims he didn't know that things would escalate like this.
I'm just a coward.
He admits that his actions were out of cowardice.
I'm so afraid of bleeding from the heart.
He's scared of being vulnerable and getting his heart hurt.
I'm just another entry, inside her diary.
He realizes that he's just another guy who will be written about in your diary.
Just one more hit and run.
He sees this as just another hookup that he'll leave after.
Don't you get it?
Don't you see that he's not worth it?
I'm the boy with the love that's not for sale.
He's not interested in buying or selling love.
And if you walk in on me sleeping,
If you catch him sleeping somewhere...
And if you slit my throat tonight,
...and decide to kill him...
I guess I got what I deserved.
...he feels that he had it coming.
And you and me would be alright.
He thinks that everything would be okay if he was no longer around.
You'd tell your friends,
You would go to your friends...
You'd fill them in,
...and tell them everything...
On every gory detail.
...even if it's really graphic.
Don't you get it?
Don't you see what he's done to you?
Why don't you get it?
Why can't you see the truth about this guy?
I'm the boy with the love that's not for sale.
He wishes you could see that he's different from the other guys.
Contributed by Addison D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@huntnoah99
Take me out to see the stars I’ve been dying to
The past few weeks have given my last ounce of trying to
And everything I want to say is always on the tip of my tongue tied twisted tongue
Like how I miss my old friends and the blood rush of being young
And I’m just going to be honest for the first time in awhile
I miss the way her home smells her southern accent the way she made me smile
But now I’m coming home all alone tired to my bones country roads treat me fair
Haven’t even seen the gravestone I paid to have placed there
He said son don’t you miss that southern sun keeping you warm
Before you ever sang a word and the lines of liars form
But those cicadas in the back acre are waiting on you
And every damn word of the bird hunters still rings true
It’s kinda odd finding god once you get sober
I know I’m not a good man but I know I’m one step closer
You seem to know me so well now that I’m doing okay
But I heard silence on the phone when you heard me struggling yesterday
Yeah I heard silence on the phone when you heard me struggling yesterday
Won’t you take me out to see the stars I’ve been dying to
The past few weeks have given my last ounce of trying to
And everything I want to say is always on the tip of my tied up twisted tongue
Like how I miss my old friends and the blood rush of being young
@mr.mcmagpie6606
"I know I'm not a good man but I'm one step closer". Any man can relate to that at one point in his life.
@connerschupp4543
So here’s a question, does knowing it is relatable ruin the fun of the song for you or nah
@brendanfeeley5956
@conner schupp i wanna like and dislike this comment at the same time lol
@tracemccurley3729
@conner schupp makes the song cut deeper for me so I appreciate the song more
@ryankennedy3441
i was the 69th like haha nice
@mydistrust
Amen
@stanleyhipkiss4690
I feel like Zach is every mans inner voice that says the words we struggle to find ive never related to what an artist is saying more in my life than with Zachs music
@benhuffington8482
truth hurts us too
@coreyreynolds5779
That’s why we are all so kind to eachother. Zach fans know the struggle.
@zackuehn282
I've been trying to put it into words, but this is probably the best explanation of how his music makes me feel.