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No prayers for November to linger longer 
Wednesday, November 1st, 2006 | 10:07 pm [music, random]

I had Tom Waits on in the truck on the way over to visit James and Brian a few nights ago, so that coupled with today being the first of the month has had this song running through my head all day:


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



Not yet talking about this November in Hagerstown, since today was beautiful, but I’m sure we’ll have our share of wet boots, rain and carrion shellac before long.  What a vividly depressing song, eh?  Fuck you, November.  Where do you get the balls?
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