Good weather for plum orchard shut-eye
Will it find you supine
Sweating bullets in case of a fight
Good weather for plum orchard shut-eye
In a normal life all the faults are exposed
So I took the space train home
When I wander who will remind me
Though I leave I'm returning
To coronations of queens
And brightly-colored kings
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Time will forgive these humid places
Time will destroy these faces
As our memories turn into god
Good weather for plum orchard shut-eye
Will it find you supine
Sweating bullets in case of a fight
Good weather for plum orchard shut-eye
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