
[Female Vocal]
[Intro]
Sand Beach, on the Huron side
April, and the ice still wide
[Verse 1]
A lawyer's boy on the harbor wall
Counting freighters, naming them all
Mary Brennan calls him in
Wash your hands and say Amen
[Verse 2]
His father's books are bound in brown
A country lawyer in a harbor town
He reads the words he cannot say
And means to say them all one day
[Pre-Chorus]
The lake is cold, the town is small
The boy is looking past the wall
[Drop]
Go on, Frank, the road runs south
Carry the lake inside your mouth
Ann Arbor first, then Detroit town
Don't let the big rooms talk you down
Go on, Frank, go on
[Drop 2]
Go on, Frank, the road runs south
Carry the lake inside your mouth
Ann Arbor first, then Detroit town
Don't let the big rooms talk you down
Go on, Frank, go on
[Verse 3]
A captain's bars in Germany
Then London law across the sea
Dublin rain on a borrowed coat
And a Sand Beach vowel still in his throat
[Outro]
Go on, Frank, go on
[Fade Out]
[End]
01 · Sand Beach
Irish fiddle and tin whistle waltz with a clear female folk vocal → warm 124 bpm Detroit tech house, rolling bassline, soulful female vocal, genre switch at the one-minute mark: slow first minute then a hard beat drop, story-driven concept album, Justice Frank Murphy of Michigan narrative






