It’s a strange holiday
Something wicked this way comes
It’s a strange place to play
The bone yards and the gallows
On the front lawns
Send me your cadaver kisses
Blow them to me
On the autumn breeze
Let me rest my head against
Your boney chest
A silent heart I need
All Hallows’ Eve
All Hallows’ Eve
Such a strange holiday
Ghosts and witches pace the walk
A strange way to celebrate
The things you’d see
But rather not
Trace an icy digit
Down the center of my
Supplicating spine
Wrap me in a mist
Of mystery and murder
So sublime
Oh Darkness mine
Oh Darkness mine
When the veil thins
I come face to face with life
It’s not always light
Send me your cadaver kisses
Blow them to me
On the autumn breeze
Let me rest my head against
Your boney chest
A silent heart I need
All Hallows’ Eve
All Hallows’ Eve
Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2023