The elevator stops at the 58th floor
You can buy it all there for a dollar and more
I'm off to the ocean, the spray and the roar
I'm dreaming of Shell Beach
A needed vacation for a hell of a year
A tattered old postcard, a last souvenir
Get on the bus to the end of the pier
I'm dreaming of Shell Beach
My Anna, my Emma
I found you, forever
Your face in my mind like suspicious endeavour
With change in my pocket, I'm a hell of a guy
Your name on the sand, your name in the sky
Down at the automat, drink lemonade
Down on the corner, a penny arcade
The sound of the organ, the pact that we made
I'll meet you at Shell Beach
The sun in the summer, the smell of the sea
A brand new pavilion for afternoon tea
I know that my baby is waiting for me
I'll see her at Shell Beach
My Anna, my Emma
I found you, forever
Your face in my mind like suspicious endeavour
With change in my pocket, I'm a hell of a guy
Your name on the sand, your name in the sky
Your name on my lips, on the tip of my speech
Your name on the postcard I sent from Shell Beach
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
Filthiest Sludge record I've ever been deafened by!! Riffs are disgustingly heavy, the pounding of the drums is ferocious, the bass is gnarly as shit, & the vocals are pure evil!! ALL HAIL DOPETHRONE🤘 TheMetalheadGuy