It was Folly’s dance that did him in
The lump of coal beneath his skin
Was lit with passion’s yellow flame and blue
The dance was danced in holey shoes
Torn hoes to a much abused
Violin with an open crack
And a cut away with a broken back
Folly danced in the coal light and the kerosene air
Folly danced like she was the only one there
And before he could even ask her, her name
He fell in love with Folly’s flame
There’s nothing soft in a miner’s life
But nothing grows without some light
1000 feet beneath the crust
Breathing black and choking dust
But Folly danced on the off nights
In her scarlet and greens
Folly danced like she was
Somebody’s queen
And before he could even ask her, her name
He fell in love with Folly’s flame.
Folly danced in the coal light and the kerosene air
Folly danced like she was the only one there
And before he could even ask her, her name
He fell in love with Folly’s flame
The dance was danced in holey shoes
Torn hoes to a much abused
Violin with an open crack
And a cut away with a broken back
Folly danced in the coal light and the kerosene air
Folly danced like she was the only one there
And before he could even ask her, her name
He fell in love with Folly’s flame
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