Better to go down with a fight
Or stand up and be counted
We always were afraid at night
That didn’t change with the morning
Of that last great battle by the barbwire wall
Our helmet shattered by the sound of the shells
I laid in the mud next to you
And you showed me
The love of your life
in a sepia white gingham dress
And a smile sweet as hell, sweet as heaven
So I could remember the face of my motherland
For four long hours
Bloody and broken
You talked of an angel
Of whom you had spoken before
And your face took a glow of contentment
As I closed your eyes against our entrenchment
I laid in the mud next to you
As you held her
The love of your life
in a sepia white gingham dress
And a smile sweet as hell, sweet as heaven
And you would remember the face of my motherland
Jane I am sending these metals and letters
He wore on his chest
He was a better man than I
For my part I am keeping just one thing
A sweet paper ghost that I have been saving
Since I laid in the mud next to him
And I held you
The love of his life
in a sepia white gingham dress
And a smile sweet as hell, sweet as heaven
So I could remember the face of my motherland
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