Saturday, November 03, 2018

November - Tom Waits

November, in the Midwest, is a tough month. Snow is infrequent and when it falls, it generally doesn't stick around long.

It's cold and damp. Rainy cold.

Tom Waits, in his obscure Black Rider album, sings here about the eleventh month in a tune, appropriately enough, "November." This performance is from 2004 and it was recorded in Amsterdam.
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

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