Maggies Grandpa owned a cart with looking glass sides
a black horse he used to pull but never would ride
he's say some things are sacrosanct and set in stone
you have a little time here you can rent but never own
The black cart and the band round his arm
were silent as they moved through the town
a ripple on an obsidian pond
it's still moving now that Grandpa's gone
Maggies dad didn't want to own the charade
of keeping up appearance but bills had to be paid
and things got easier when the gasoline came
and spoke wheels were traded for sidewalls
and Maggie took over the phone calls
Maggies hearse saw days go from bad to worse
carrying soldiers to pastures on the outskirts
of our town we'd watch her roll through the red lights
funeral flags on her fenders
life isn't yours it's just a lender
Her black cars and her driving gloves
good head for business but no time for love
the sign says McPherson and Sons
but she never married so there never was one
Maggie's hearse saw days come and days pass
it rotted her frame and it shattered her glass
in the salt and the rain even misery don't last
like youth spent you never get back
The black car and the band round my arm
Maggie's hearse in the weeds in the lawn
any fear I ever had of her is gone
she's rusting away as Maggie moves on
Maggies Grandpa owned a cart with looking glass sides
a black horse he used to pull but never would ride
he's say some things are sacrosanct and set in stone
you have a little time here you can rent but never own
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