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lyrics
A sickness not easily obscured is why I spend my time alone running through forests of Lesser Portsmouth. Swimming pools filled in with mud are stealing lovely mothers' sons. No one can withhold their demons from them. So leave me food to beg. The roots are growing red. The cargo hid inside my kin offends the earth. It barely lets me walk alive.
Rodents and earwigs you know are thankfully the end of love and time enough to retrace tracks to no one. To swimming pools filled in with mud and when you call me up I remember what I left in Lesser Portsmouth. I'm told the earth is deep but not secrets it keeps. And up to taller truther hills I failed the climb and barely made it home by night.
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Listening to this album while driving at night is a cinematic experience. I was reminded oddly of "Paris, Texas", a film which combines the mythic open roads of the West, with various states of in-betweeness (of adult and child, of woman and man). James often describes his work as liminal. Liminality speaks at the edge of something, being in the ambiguous place and paving a way for new identities, new places. A rite of passage ready to occur. A wonderful album, although I wish it were longer! amoda666
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