I won’t fuck us over, I’m Mr. November,
I’m Mr. November, I won’t fuck us over.
from “Mr. November” by The National

One of my favorite bands goes to the mat for Barack Obama, with a t-shirt design (all proceeds will go to the Obama campaign) pairing the Illinois Senator with an intense song of churning confusion and regret.

An odd pairing for sure; let’s hope the song’s cloudy verses clear away for our next president, and the above-quoted chorus becomes a legacy.