There were men making buildings that reached to the sky
The world was rebuilt in chrome, black and white
The cars and the guns and the women were quicker
There was all kinds of money in prohibited liquor
Maloney was prospering running the stills
Picking up packets of 10 dollar bills
But fortune and heads can turn like a mill
Look away boy and see what you get
In a deli near ludlow & avenue A
He noticed his hair in the spoon, turning grey
He thought of the hopes of his youth back in Cork
And the distance between that and life in New York
The ends of a fortune are built on the means
The sons of misfortune inherit the dreams
Look away for a second, life splits at the seams
Look away boy and see what you get
So he jacked it all in on a wing and a prayer
Packed up his things and walked out of there
Said goodbye to his mistress who took the news well
And he started from scratch in the Morningside hell
The ends of a fortune are built on the means
The sons of misfortune inherit the dreams
Look away for a second, life splits at the seams
Look away boy and see what you get
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