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Dora Maar

by Dora Maar

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1.
Jessica Says 04:01
Through the fog of a morning encounter I can’t help but be surprised and appalled By this relic of a revelation That once again her life has stalled In the arms of this pathetic clod And no-one’s perfect but he’s so flawed It’s obvious he invokes some kind of special myopia It baffles us that her confidence Is so remedial that his incompetence Can get him oh-so-very far But Jessica says “He’s so much better than he was before” And Jessica says he never leaves her when she’s ever wanting more Jessica says “Why give it one shot when you could have four?” But Jessica, say, can you tell us that he’s not a massive bore? With a shamelessly paltry cliché Of reconciliation He somehow scores a victory With an inane humiliation Witless proponent of the black art Of how to win back the fragile heart Of a young woman we all know could do so much better Against all expectation But she’s got dedication To poor decisions, so I guess that we should just let her Jessica says “He’s so much better than he was before” And Jessica says he never leaves her when she’s ever wanting more Jessica says “She can’t believe we’ve all been keeping score But Jessica, say, can you tell us that he’s not a massive bore? But it’ll end up the same way that it always does A real damp salt-stained shoulder for one of us Concealed erections and the last night bus Piss-poor attempts at not causing a fuss So we’ll keep on doing what we’ve always done Drinking ourselves to death in search for fun Drawing the curtains, banishing the sun With broken flowers and a flickering TV at dawn
2.
The 'Fetch' 04:21
I guess the trigger was The woman at the desk “We’ve had you here before?” “Well, no” I must confess From that moment I could no longer Ignore the evidence Well you will get your punishment And I will get my punishment But you will get your punishment - It is you. You know it’s trouble when your own mother Says she saw you somewhere you were not Otherwise occupied in a position and a place You could not have so soon forgot I think it’s time that this impostor, This duplicate, was caught (Chorus) In vain, I traverse the layers Upon layers of this town Kicking mocking glimpses In every puddle on the ground And all the windowpanes Are laughing while I hound (Chorus) I know it’s not possible That it’s done deliberately I mean, what lunatic Could ever want to look like me? But if I find you Be afraid of what I’ll do If I know myself at all I hate You through And through What could I say, if I ever Got my hands on you? I’m sure you’d claim that this Antipathy was quite undue But there’s only one of me And there was never really two (Chorus)
3.
Life on a rebound Well I never thought this was possible And love on the recount - Could the mathematics be redactable? Who knew I’d grow up and be Someone that messed up as much as me? Well what you should do Is what you should never do It’s what I’ll always do Again And again There’s never a lesson I’ll learn Well no one ever taught me That my life could ever really be this way I thought you got a job went to the church and then The hospital the next day And then repeat 1.4 times Before those kids spend you into your grave (Chorus) I bet you’re with him right now And that’s only right but I guess that somehow I wish that I could make it wrong Maybe this time he’ll get it right Yes, finally tonight but you know I’d get you there all along Again And again And again And again These coded missives Render my bedroom Bletchley but I’m an idiot Attempting a decryption Of a message, but I’m sure I’ve invented it I want you to say that you want me And for it all to end tragically (Chorus)
4.
I can’t remember if the image was ever very clear Not all that shocking when it’s been dimming down for years Five years now, well what a surprise Now back to dive bars, and spilled pints of snakebite Late night laments and staggering lows Post-high Who is she? And where has she gone? This daft ideal I’ve been chasing after so long Anna Karina, 1965 Was she ever real? And is she even still alive? Chasing after glimpses in a sun-sodden solitude I call myself a flâneur, but I guess I’m just a pseud A composite, seeds were sown years ago By walks for miles, club corners old TV shows I draw them out when I need them On nights alone (Chorus) Maybe I constructed somebody that could never exist Maybe I met them, I aimed and I fatally missed This is the problem when you live life like celluloid A disconnect develops, sync’d to the void You end up Orson, both coveted And best to avoid (Chorus)
5.
I had a dream And it seemed To last a thousand nights Yeah, you were there And we did it On the stairs - An audience applauded at the end. Now diving through a pool Deeper down to you Looks like the one I used at school And we don’t even know each other, Not one little bit, but Kiss me hard with your soft lips Let’s do it now, and let’s do it quick But it’s never now, and it’s never quick. And I wish that it could last all night But it never ends the way I’d like And it’s ended now, alright. You are a work of art Well that’s how this dream starts (I never wanted it to end) We are a sculpture, joined alive, About to become televised The toast of every gallery. Sordid and obscene, Torrid and inconvenient, That's the way I always like it to be But you barely know that I exist Still, why not (Chorus) Now it’s over, now it’s done I only wish it could’ve gone on for, Oh, only several million years I’ll only sleep again hoping To repeat it, still (Chorus)
6.
Take me by the hand And save me the last dance - All these clichés, overused But if I could have my way I’d see you everyday And use them all on you But I know You’ve heard it all before So just tell me if you’re bored And I’ll go Wanting, but not as much as needing, And needing more than breathing - This is what you mean to me (Chorus) You say you’ll change your mind - I know you won’t And you say these feelings might grow, given time, - I know that they don’t And you say that you’re my sister But you’ve become a blister on my mind I think you’ll find you’re cold You’re so cold And now I’m so cold so I’ll Just go Take me by surprise you say And there’s so many ways That I’d love to do that And show you How I feel, it’s real, But you’ll never see that So just say the word ‘go’ And I won’t come back.

about

Dora Maar (1907 - 1997, née Henriette Theodora Markovitch) is often characterised as a muse to great artists and most frequently of all as The Weeping Woman. She was of course an excellent photographer, poet and noted member of the Surrealists and numerous Parisian Leftist groups, but this has largely been rendered as by the by - such is the misogyny of much historiography.

Dora Maar (2013 -) is also a band from Leith, Edinburgh. What is the significance of their name? Think of it as an attempt (albeit by appropriation and in its own small way) to redress an imbalance, an inequality at the hands of the lazy, the apathetic and the prejudiced.

‘Dora Maar’ is their debut release. Its six songs are humble but refuse to be dumb. They are literate and nervy, yet kinda fun(ny). They emerged from long nights, long walks, countless cinema trips, feverishly (half-)read books, absurd daydreams, absurdly dirty dreams, paranoid delusions and obscure obsessions.

You might also detect touches of The Velvet Underground, Postcard Records, Ennio Morricone, Godards Vic and Jean-Luc, The Monochrome Set, The Pastels, Chic, Magazine and/or Pulp, depending on how hard you’re listening.

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released December 11, 2013

A cassette.

Lyrics by Andrew R. Hill. 

Music by Dora Maar.

Recorded August '13 in Leith.

Mixed by Andrew Scott.

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Dora Maar Edinburgh, UK

Dora Maar is two Andrews, Erika and Grant. 'Urban Noir guitar pop', apparently. Second EP 'Flights' available on Soft Power Records now.

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