Tom Waits Lyrics

No shadow
No stars
No moon
No care
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

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

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Written by: THOMAS A. WAITS

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November 2020, holy cows!


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November 2019

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November 2020 and the whole world is holding its breath.

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Who would have thought we'd made it that far.

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Am I the only one getting otgw vibes?

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Harold Wyatt

i love november. my birthday is in that month :D and i love the fall

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