Commandeered a ship today
Sometimes life works out that way
Found myself a hired crew
Sailed off into the blue
I learned to sing that old refrain
I learned to use another name
Sailed out to Port of Spain
On the seven seas again
Long before we'd reached the isle
We were living life in style
Drunk on gold and fat on rum
Dancing to the steel drum
But then the moon tide turned on me
I saw impossibility
And through a salty stinging haze
I prayed for better days
In Trinidad when shit turned bad
We'd only been ashore for hours
They left me as a severed head
And passed me on to greater powers
Then put me in a wooden box
And sold me to a merchant ship
Placed me on a funeral pyre
Smoked me to the filter tip
Commandeered a ship today
Sometimes life works out that way
I once was a major port
Now I'm just a shallow bay
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