November Tale

	  		

Intro:  B  F#m  A  Dbm  F#  A   E   A E   A   E   F#m E 

Verse: 
A                                   E 
Her communique arrived with its expression of her feeling 
A                                 E         
I swear I had no idea she'd been holding in conceiling 
        F#m             Dbm 
Such a storm of words unsaid 
         F#m           Dbm 
Though absurd as it appears 
           B 
Had been blowing in her head 
F#m                     
For twenty-seven years 
A                                E 
 I knew I had to face her so I grabbed my Davey Crocket 
          A 
Threw a scarf around my neck 
            E 
And twenty dollars in my pocket 
            F#m              Dbm 
I found her in the same old place 
 F#m            Dbm 
Pamphlet in her fist 
        B 
When I saw her windblown face 
             F#m 
She said well,  look at who it is 


Chorus:   
B                 F#    F#m 
  Meet me on the mad parade 
          A                  Dbm    E  B 
When the midnight bells are chiming 
B                       F#  F#m           Dbm   B  Db Dbm 
 We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown 
B                         F#m 
 Pile up all the blunders that we've made 
      A                  Dbm 
In a tower too tall for climbing 
           F#       A          E   A E  A   E  B A E 
And we'll burn the damn thing down 


Verse: 
A                                    E 
In the great November light she was older still alluring 
     A                        E 
Her hair grey and longer than it ever had been during 
    F#m               Dbm                
The days we loved an slept 
       F#m             Dbm 
In her bed of painted wood 
        B 
In the little place she kept 
F#m 
In a crumbling neighbourhood 
A 
We walked along a while 
     E 
Like we were old companions 
             A 
But I could feel the gap between us 
 E 
Yawning like a canian 
    F#m                 Dbm 
She with her church and code 
    F#m            Dbm 
Her extravagant beliefs 
       B 
Me a creature of the road 
   F#m 
A child of dust and grief 


Chorus: 
B               F#    F#m 
 Meet me on the mad parade 
          A                 Dbm     E  B 
When the midnight bells are chiming 
B                      F#  F#m           Dbm   B  Db Dbm   
We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown 
B                         F#m 
 Pile up all the blunders that we've made 
      A                  Dbm 
In a tower too tall for climbing 
           F#       A          E    A  E  A  E   B F#m E 
And we'll burn the damn thing down 


Verse: 
      A                                 E 
She smoked a cigarette and blew smoke rings at the ceiling 
         A 
Said if you're problem is long standing man 
 E 
Then why don't you try kneeling 
          F#m               Dbm     F#m          Dbm 
Now your face I see you're still a sinner in the mist 
        B 
Setting up your little will 
F#m  
Is king in place of His 
             A 
I said I've heard about sin 
          E 
Down the long wheels of ages 
    A 
I cracked books of lies 
        E 
With a thousand twisted pages 
        F#m              Dbm 
Then I looked her in the eye 
    F#m                  Dbm 
And asked her clear and plain 
         B 
If your religion was a lie 
      F#m 
Then what would remain 


Verse: 
               A 
She said I've got my beating heart 
              E 
And I've two loving hands to heal with 
             A 
And there's nothing in my day that  
             E 
I ain't got the strength to deal with 
        F#m         Dbm 
I said darling I confess 
    F#m                    Dbm 
The same things applies to fate 
    B 
And as for all the rest 
F#m 
We agreed to disagree 


Chorus/OUTRO: 
B               F#    F#m 
 Meet me on the mad parade 
         A                  Dbm     E B 
When the midnight bells are chiming 
B                      F#   F#m          Dbm  B  Db Dbm 
 We'll dress up as the harlequin and the clown 
B                        F#m 
Pile up all the blunders that we've made 
      A                  Dbm 
In a tower too tall for climbing 
           F#       A          E    A  E 
And we'll burn the damn thing down 
           F#       A          E    A  E   A   E  A A E 
Yes we'll burn the damn thing down