โหลดเพลง mp3 November - Tom Waits

November - tom waits
No shadow

No stars

No moon

No care

November

It only believes

In a pile of dead leaves

And a moon
Thats the color of bone

No prayers for november

To linger longer

Stick your spoon in the wall

Well slaughter them all

November has tied me

To an old dead tree

Get word to april

To rescue me

Novembers cold chain

Made of wet boots and rain

And shiny black ravens
On chimney smoke lanes

November seems odd

Youre my firing squad

November

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

November