Biography:
The Waterboys is a British celtic band formed in 1983 by Scottish musician Mike Scott. Their songs, largely written by Scott, often contain literary references and are frequently concerned with spirituality. Both the group and its members' solo careers have received much praise from both rock and folk music critics, but The Waterboys as a band has never received the commercial success that some of its members (such as Ian McNabb, leader of The Icicle Works; Trevor Hutchinson, a founding member of Lúnasa; etc) have had independently.
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Other songs:
- Fisherman's Blues
- Fishermans Blues
- The Whole Of The Moon
- A Girl Called Johnny
- A Man Is In Love
- A Pagan Place
- And A Bang On The Ear
- Destinies Entwined
- Didnt We Walk On Water
- Do We Choose Who We Love
- Dont Bang The Drum
- Epiphany On Mott Street
- Everybody Takes A Tumble
- Glastonbury Song
- Has Anybody Here Seen Hank
- Higher In Time
- How Long Will I Love You
- I Can See Elvis
- If I Was Your Boyfriend
- If The Answer Is Yeah
- Kinkys History Lesson
- Long Strange Golden Road
- Love Walks In
- Mad As The Mist And Snow
- Man What A Woman
- Medicine Bow
- Mister Charisma
- Morning Came Too Soon
- Nashville Tennessee
- Nearest Thing To Hip
- New York I Love You
- November Tale
- Payo Payo Chin
- Peace Of Iona
- Politics
- Raggle Taggle Gypsy
- Rags
- Rare Precious And Gone
- Rosalind You Married The Wrong Guy
- Sante Fe
- September 1913
- She Is So Beautiful
- She Tried To Hold Me
- Spring Comes To Spiddal
- Still A Freak
- Strange Boat
- Suffer
- Sweet Dancer
- The Big Music
- The Connemara Fox
- The Crash Of Angels Wings
- The Girl In The Window Chair
- The Hammerhead Bar
- The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
- The Pan Within
- The Return Of Pan
- Too Close To Heaven
- What Do You Want Me To Do
- When Will We Be Married?
- When Ye Go Away
- White Birds
- Whole Of The Moon
- You In The Sky
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SONG: NOVEMBER TALE
ARTIST: THE WATERBOYS
TASB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: [email protected]
TABBED FROM:
http://youtu.be/YN-EmQ4Aa6Y
NOVEMBER TALE
THE WATERBOYS
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
ARTIST: THE WATERBOYS
TASB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: [email protected]
TABBED FROM:
http://youtu.be/YN-EmQ4Aa6Y
NOVEMBER TALE
THE WATERBOYS
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
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