Nowember. Tom Waits

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«November»

No shadow
                                                                                         No stars
                                                                                         No moon
                                                                                         No cars
                                                                                         November
                                                                                         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

Black Rider • 1993

Tom Waits