I died I was fine ‘til I reached the banks and brine of the River Styx
And the boney hand of the Ferryman with his lantern lit.
He carried me forth over the waves and we talked about sports
Music and games
It doesn’t matter how well you play
You lose in the end to the Ferryman
He wouldn’t take coin
He wouldn’t take gold
He said “this gig it’s getting old
And I like talking to you about life
Would you be my wife”
And that’s how I ended up here in a place between Heaven and Hell
It might be Limbo I can’t tell the Ferryman doesn’t talk anymore
I wave to him from the shore
I died it was fine but I never reached the place that was really mine
Cause the boney hand of the Ferryman had its own design
He wouldn’t take penny
He wouldn’t take plea
And he purposed on bended knee
Saying “I get lonely sometimes too, just like you
What am I gonna do?”
In a place between living and dead something that sweet can go to your head
And the Ferryman doesn’t stop anymore I wave to him from the shore
I died it was fine on the banks near the brine of the River Styx
The boney heart of the Ferryman kept a fire lit
A touch searing and cold, he never changed but I grew old
He said “I can’t look at you like this”
And slipped away to his ship on the River Styx
I died I was fine ‘til I reached the banks and brine of the River Styx
And the boney hand of the Ferryman with his lantern lit.
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