“Walk in the Park” by Beach House

“The face that you saw in the door isn’t looking at you anymore. The name that you call in its place isn’t waiting for your embrace. The world that you love to behold cannot hold you anymore.”

You go for a walk in the park ’cause you don’t need anything
Your hand that you sometimes hold doesn’t do anything
The face that you see in the door isn’t standing there anymore

In a matter of time, it would slip from my mind
In and out of my life, you would slip from my mind
In a matter of time

The face that you saw in the door isn’t looking at you anymore
The name that you call in its place isn’t waiting for your embrace
The world that you love to behold cannot hold you anymore

In a matter of time, it would slip from my mind
In and out of my life, you would slip from my mind
In a matter of time

More, you want more
More, you want more
More, you want more, you tell me
More, only time can run me
More, you want more, you tell me
More, only time can run me
More, you want more you tell me
More, only time can run me
More, you want more, you tell me
More, only time can run me
More, you want more, you tell me
More, only time can run me
More, you want more, you tell me


Don’t Wake Me, I’m Dreaming ~ The Meaning of Dream Pop

1001 Albums to Hear Before You Die: Teen Dream by Beach House

The Top 500 Albums of All Time, according to NME

203. Beach House – Teen Dream

The Top 500 Albums of All Time, according to NME

21. Teen Dream by Beach House

Beach House are nothing if not devoted to a mood. On their first two records, that atmosphere was one of lo-fi wistfulness, but on Teen Dream, the Baltimore duo amplified their dream pop to the logical next step: grandiose, sweeping songs that are more My Bloody Valentine than Mazzy Star. It’s the sound of a band pulling back the veil of composure and unleashing the emotional intensity that has long been bubbling beneath the surface. Teen Dream is less an ode to adolescent nostalgia as it is a tribute to a lost feeling of passion: With Alex Scally’s guitar swelling to imperial heights and Victoria Legrand’s voice reaching new depths, euphoria bursts from every note. As Legrand chants “it is happening again” on “Silver Soul,” the urgency of her voice commands you to hold on tight to this rapture for as long as you can, because losing it would be devastating.

Quinn Moreland, Pitchfork Review

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