November Tale Lyrics - Modern Blues - Waterboys

Come here 

Her communique arrived with its expression of her feeling 

I swear I had no idea she'd been holding in conceiling 

Such a storm of words unsaid 

Though absurd as it appears 

Had been blowing in her head 

For twenty-seven years 

I knew I had to face her so I grabbed my Davey Crocket 

Threw a scarf around my neck 

And twenty Dollars in my pocket 

Found her in the same old place 

Pamflet in her fist 

When she saw my windblown face 

Well look at who it is 

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Meet me on the mad parade 

When the midnight bells are chiming 

We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown 

Pile up all the wonders that we've made 

In a tower too tall for climbing 

And we'll burn the damn thing down 

In the great November lake she was older still alluring 

Her hair grey and longer than it ever had been during 

The days we loved an slept 

In her bed of faded wood 

In the little place she kept 

In a crumbling neighbourhood 

We walked along a while 

Like we were old companions 

But I could feel the gap between us 

Yawning like a canian 

She with her church and code 

Her extravagant believes 

Me a creature of the road 

A child of dust and grief 

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Meet me on the mad parade 

When the midnight bells are chiming 

We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown 

Pile up all the wonders that we've made 

In a tower too tall for climbing 

And we'll burn the damn thing down 

She smoked a cigarette and blew smoke rings at the ceiling 

Said if you're problem is long standing man 

Why don't you try kneeling 

Now your face I see you're still a sinner in the mist 

Setting up your little will 

Is king in place of His 

I said I've heard about sin 

Down the long wheels of ages 

I cracked books of lies 

With a thousand twisted pages 

Then I looked her in the eye 

And asked her clear and plane 

If your religion was a lie 

Then what would remain 

Se said if God looked beaten hard 

To loving hands to heal it 

There's nothing in my day that I ain't got strength to deal me 

I said darling I confess 

The same things applies to me 

As for all the rest 

We agreed to disagree 

Meet me on the mad parade 

When the midnight bells are chiming 

We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown 

Pile up all the wonders that we've made 

In a tower too tall for climbing 

And we'll burn the damn thing down 

Yes we'll burn the damn thing down