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