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The Waterboys

November Tale

 

November Tale

(album: Modern Blues - 2015)


Her communique arrived with it's expression of her feeling
I swear I had no idea she'd been holding and concealing
Such a storm of words unsaid
That 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 Davy Crocket
Threw a scarf around my neck
And twenty Dollars in my pocket
I found her in the same old place
Pamphlet in her fist
When I saw her windblown face
She said "Well, look at who it is"

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 grey November light she was older, still alluring
Her hair grey and longer than it ever had been during
The days we loved and 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 gulf between us
Yawning like a canyon
She with her church and code
Her extravagant beliefs
Me a creature of the road
A child of dust and grief

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 your problem is long standing man
Then why don't you try kneeling?"
Now your face I see you're still a sinner in the mist
Setting up your little will
As king in place of His
I said "I've heard about sin
Down the long wheels of ages
A cracked books of lies
With a thousand twisted pages"
Then I looked her in the eye
And asked her clear and plain
"If your religion was a lie
Then what would remain?"

She said "I've got my beating heart
And I've two loving hands to heal with
And there's nothing in my day that I ain't got the strength to deal with"
I said "Darling I confess
The same applies to me"
And 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

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