November Four years ago on this night I remember At this same hour Sittin' in a lobby of a hotel somewhere in Massachusetts With my band mates watchin' the election tick Justin kept walkin' outside smokin' his rolly cigarettes And Trump was winnin' just as I had expected
At about 2:00 a.m. I said "Hey, I'm goin' to bed" Ah what a tour that was Jesu/Sun Kil Moon had had All of my friend's wives stayed home in bed While I tried to lift the spirits of our audience Oh what a month Trump had won Leonard Cohen was dead And each night we played 'Famous Blue Raincoat' in tribute to him
And here we are November, 2020 Haven't toured since September 2019 With Chris and Scotty Chris in the passenger's seat Scott was the driver And me in the back seat talkin' their ears off Textin' the promoters about our riders
Told 'em the story about Luis Resto And how he used Plaster of Paris In his gloves To put more power in his blows And how Panama Lewis put him up to it And how Luis Resto derailed Billy Collin's life And how later Billy got into a car accident and died And how for so long Luis Resto lived a lie
And how years later he admitted he knew all along About what inside the gloves Panama applied And how on camera he broke down and cried
I never killed no one but I've lived a double life Cheated on girlfriends and slept with other men's wives And yeah I may have broken some hearts That's how life goes out there in the jungle Throwin' darts in the darkness
One-night stands, affairs and flings Sometimes short-lived romances end amicably Sometimes you say goodbye and never hear another thing And sometimes somebody's heart ends up stinging And if you're not careful you can bring home STDs But hey weren't we all taught the birds and the bees But nature is nature and we can all cave in And find ourselves lonely and weak
Everyone handles it different when they feel frustration or shame For cheating on their studs and cheating on their dames Some shove their shame onto others and place the blame Some reach out to others and complain Some convolute, contrive and confuse as they try to explain How they ended up bitter after chasing the flame After chasing an admirer, after chasing brame
Some men have swagger Some women have game But it don't mean they're all diabolically evil Just means they're a certain kind of people And some will judge them as people who unwholly It's just the way their lives have rolled Things that have been ingrained in them since we were three years old
And now I'm somewhere between older and old And I got KOd and now I'm movin' forward
As for all of us and our suffering and pain What of it is real and what of it is feigned? Is it all about attention and coat tailing on fame? Who knows what's real anymore and what is feigned? And all the bumblebees and yellow jackets that stung us all along the way Hey that's nature Who are we to say we are not to be betrayed? And who are we to say we were not fairly portrayed? It all comes with the territory of hanging in the company of strangers
One-night stands, affairs and casual flings Aren't promises of anything No promises of bright futures No promises of gifts or promise rings No promises of big houses and drawers full of bling No promises no promises no promises of anything
I'm imperfect and I'm flawed and I'm not the best broken-heart mender But I love and care for all women and I've done my best to be kind and tender I've tried to be caring and to be a good listener Though I'm imperfect and I'm flawed And I've broken some hearts Who hasn't? Not even my Grandpa
As for you, My Love, I must make amends And dry your tears, for you've been my lover for so so many years and my best friend And you've held me when I've been hurtin' and beaten down as fuck And you've rescued me when I've fallen into ponds and lakes and oceans of bad luck
And now it is you that I'm holding and consoling while you're hurting And now it is to you that I'm promises to that I'm done with all of my wrongdoing You're the love of my life and I'm so sorry for all the hurt that I've caused you But these are just words I know You'll see by my actions I will prove it to you
November, what will you bring? November, what does my heart want to sing November, Wait Until Spring, Bandini Lays at the top of the stack of books on my bedside stand next to me
I open it, flip its pages and I think of you And I love you like Svevo loves Maria And I love you like Svevo Bandini loves Ma His shoes are broken and patched he's out of work He's behind on house payments The Colorado winter brings him down But at night when he's beside her all his woes are gone When he melts into Maria When he makes love to MariaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
