i'm a cursed version,
of a certain virgin.
are the god's in heat?
i will pass the peace,
i will pass the ball to be a co-hero.
i ain't gonna get no award tonight.
i won't salt the wounds,
i was up to leave it all to be,
baby i was ill.
there's a lady, there's a lady in this room asking when i last smoked weed,
but it's hard to see.
holy smokes, all smokes are holy.
i was hell bent forever on making it to the gate of a heaven.
now, i'm hell bent forever on holding the curvature of the face.
all the snake oil in my hair is washed out,
hypocrisy of it all.
there's a little deer looking,
she's looking through the brush,
and she's staring at me.
it softens me.
i will let her morph into a lone merino,
while i'm tellin' you i'm evergreen.
it's all nature for me now,
found resolve in the Buck Moon,
in the Buck Moon.
there's a lady, there's a lady in this room asking when i last knelt knees but it's hard to see.
all the snake oil in my hair is washed out,
hypocrisy of it all.
all the end times, the terror, the worship,
the sacrifice of it all.
i was hell bent forever on making it to the gate of a heaven.
now, i'm hell bent forever on holding the curvature of your face.
Inspired by John Carpenter’s 1974 film “Dark Star,” the beautifully moody songs on this LP present a voyage into the unknown. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 21, 2021
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