Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song November 2020, artist - Sun Kil Moon. Album song Lunch in thePark, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 23.02.2021
Record label: Caldo Verde
Song language: English
November 2020 |
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 Maria |