If I lay here I stay
my words are from the highways
I always wanted wide and blue escapes
but through the years they always said :
"listen to the mountains grow"
now I’m living by the sea
I forgot my old family
will I come back for them ?
and live with what happened back then ?
now we're all hoping for rest
I fall asleep
and dream of a tilted life
time travelling
under the palm trees
I will forget them
for real
until we spin into the colors
until we rip off all the layers
admiring what never went wrong
until we build a home and sing songs
until we find something inspiring under a loving arm.
With their blend of playfulness and graduate-level instrumentation, Dorcha deftly prove that improvisational zeal and conservatory-level precision aren't mutually exclusive. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 16, 2020