In my opinion November is the dreariest month of the year but sometimes you can find a washed out, decaying, melancholy beauty in it as well. As Tom Waits has put it: "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 made of wet boots and rain and shiny black ravens on chimney smoke lanes. November seems odd, you're my firing squad, November."
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Terrific composition and TW words.Perfect! I would just love to sit and have a few drinks with Tom while he played the piano and sang. I'd be in heaven.
I remember when I lived back East it was February that seemd the coldest, longest and dreariest of months even though it's the shortest one. January was no picnic either.
Where I live now, November is delightful!
Wonderful painting and well put. It's a bitter sweet month I think and here a preview of even drearier months. Spring can't arrive sooner!
I'm not familiar with that Waits song you mentioned. I went on Amazon but couldn't get enough of it to get a feel.
The one that melts me to my core is "Martha" from his "Closing TIme" CD. I play it in the car sometimes but I have to be careful because I reeeeaaaallly get into it as if I'm the one performing! Too funny. And sad. hah!
Yikes, poor carlos!!
Waits can sure write the words. There's nobody like him.
Now I'm going to have to put that image out of my head.
Thanks for taking the time to send them!
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