Lorain was the nights and we did it up right
Tall tales of coastal fears
After work, hot rails off hotel mirrors that the clerk took off the wall
We were 17 and we sure liked to ball
We took up serpents, we split the atom
we swung our shifts, we shared if we had'em
We were broken and free and too young for the pain
On days I wasn't able there was always 'cain
There was always cocaine, Lorain
Lorain was the days, and they hit hard
Shipyards are closing it seems
Steinbrenner just brought a baseball team
No severance, just business
It was three weeks before Christmas
Now half of her collects assistance
Dad says this is your inheritance
Brown shoreline and a yellow terrain
An ugly body with a beautiful name
Such a beautiful name, Lorain
Lorain was the years, and we're feeling them
Two dealerships and previous kids
So much older but he funded our skid
And then he paid for your rehab
He paid off your loans and gave you two kids of your own
You raise his spawn in Sacramento
The smell of coal makes me sentimental
They say she's dying, she's dying in pain
But really all of us are, and we can't complain
We can't complain, Lorain
Oh Lorain, I knew our future was haunted
Oh Lorain, I hope this is what you wanted
Minneapolis-based songwriter and novelist Dan Hornsby makes warm, wobbly guitar pop following the narrative of a hapless lost decade. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 9, 2024
Rundgren-esque rock with big hooks and a hint of the baroque, recommended for fans of Jon Brion and post-Kill Rock Stars Elliott Smith. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 20, 2024