November
The Depreciation Guild Lyrics


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on a clean page
in a frigid trembling leaf
endless gray skies
to the cracks in every street
I blush, a cold rush
as the trees undress for me
the wind disrobes them
and shakes with teeth

november

in the slow fade
in the trail of wasted days
winter's still freeze
to the summer's endless haze
from the snow banks
to the sewers where they drain
peaceful in rest
amongst decay

november

(are you lonely? i am lonely)





november

Overall Meaning

The Depreciation Guild's "November" is a poignant reflection on the end of autumn and the transition into winter. The lyrics paint vivid images of the desolate landscape that often characterizes this time of year, with "endless gray skies" and "cracks in every street." The mention of the "trees undress[ing]" is a powerful metaphor for the way in which nature strips down to its bare bones in preparation for the colder months. The cold rush and trembling leaf serve to further reinforce the idea of a world in transition, a world that is both beautiful and heartbreaking in its frailty.


As the song progresses, it delves further into the desolation of winter, with the "trail of wasted days" and "winter's still freeze" conveying a sense of stagnation and loneliness. The juxtaposition between the snow banks and the sewers that they drain into is a stark reminder that even in winter, life continues on in all its different forms. This is reinforced by the line "peaceful in rest amongst decay," which suggests that even death provides a sort of solace amidst the barren landscape of winter.


Overall, "November" is a hauntingly beautiful song that captures the melancholy that often characterizes the end of autumn. The lyrics are evocative and thought-provoking, painting a portrait of a seemingly lifeless world that still manages to hold moments of beauty.


Line by Line Meaning

on a clean page
Starting anew, free from the past and its mark upon the page.


in a frigid trembling leaf
A vulnerable nature, delicate and shivering in the grip of winter.


endless gray skies
A world obscured by a persistent, oppressive monotony.


to the cracks in every street
From the smallest crevices to the widest avenues, all paths are diminished and damaged by an unrelenting season of decay.


I blush, a cold rush
A tingling flush of anticipation in the face of winter's approach, despite the chill down the spine.


as the trees undress for me
An intimate connection with the natural world as the leaves fall and expose the bones of the trees.


the wind disrobes them
Nature itself strips away the embellishments and superficialities of life until only the starkness of simplicity remains.


and shakes with teeth
The earth heaves and quakes in fury at the onslaught of winter's darkness.


november
A time of death and loss, facing the bitter reality of the inevitable passing of all things.


in the slow fade
A gradual and inexorable slipping away, as memories and dreams fade into shadow.


in the trail of wasted days
Days that pile up and drift away like so much debris, leaving nothing but vacancy and emptiness behind.


winter's still freeze
The paralyzing and crushing grip of winter's silence and cold, stifling all life and hope.


to the summer's endless haze
A distant memory of warmth and light, obscured by the unyielding grip of winter's darkness.


from the snow banks
A treacherous and deceptive landscape, where even the most stable and routine elements can be a source of danger and instability.


to the sewers where they drain
Even the refuse and waste of life is smothered by the deadness of winter, sealed away in darkness and filth.


peaceful in rest
Amidst all the destruction and dissolution, there is a sense of tranquility and calm in the finality of death.


amongst decay
A reminder of the cycle of life and death, and the inherent beauty found in the gradual fading away of all things.


november
Repeating the mournful recognition of the autumnal end, the acceptance of loss and the passage of time.


(are you lonely? i am lonely)
The recognition of the isolation and disconnection that stems from the inevitable progress of time and the loss it brings.




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