Build the Legos
Make them pile high around us
Throw off all the sheets and bedclothes
Leap forth from the cliff's edge
And shouting, screaming how we, we curse this weather
It feels like droplets in the ocean
Or waking up before the dawn
Grind the gears
Grease and drag the chains behind us
Legion clocking out
They ride home, ride home nodding off
After supper, wash and balm the limbs
We curse this weather
It feels like droplets in the ocean
Or waking up before the dawn
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In 2019, I was in Salisbury and attended the Alphabet Business Convention without knowing any artist. Lost Crowns was my favourite band that played there. Pablo P.
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