Flights

by Dora Maar

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Henriette Theodora Markovitch (aka Dora Maar, 1907 – 1997) was a photographer, poet, left-wing activist and founding member of the Surrealists; Dora Maar is also a band, formed in Leith in 2013; the former’s spirit infuses the latter’s.

The band self-released their debut EP in December of 2013 and - after a copious quantity of rejected material, much soul-searching, laziness, politics-induced fury/depression and a line-up change - they recorded their second, Flights, with Samuel Joseph Smith at Glasgow’s Green Door Studio in early 2016.

The fingerprints of their first EP’s post-punk influences linger but are very much augmented by those of ‘60s chamber pop, ‘70s glam, and (timeless) northern soul. The songs are dominated by no small amount of neurotic self-questioning and capitalist realist ennui, but not without remembering Leonard Cohen’s ‘Anthem’: “There is a crack in everything/That’s how the light gets in”.

Flights is the final release on Soft Power Records.

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released August 27, 2016

Music by Dora Maar
Lyrics by Andrew R. Hill

Andrew R. Hill – vox/guitar/keys
Grant Munro-Martinez – drums/percussion/vox
Andrew Scott – guitar/vox/keys
Erika Sella – bass guitar/vox

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Samuel Joseph Smith at The Green Door Studio/SJSMastering in Glasgow, February/March 2016.

Originally released on limited cassette on Soft Power Records, 27 August 2016, cat. no. SOFT036.

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Dora Maar is two Andrews, Erika and Grant. 'Urban Noir guitar pop', apparently. Influenced by Brian Eno, Scott Walker, Love, David Bowie, The Feelies, Talking Heads and the Velvet Underground, amongst others. Second EP 'Flights' available to pre-order from Soft Power Records now. ... more

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Track Name: So, Young Fanatic
Fret not, help is on the way
Here comes the young Don Quixote
Billy no­-mates, Billy Liar
With a frying pan to fire
Bacharach­-David on the run
The song he’s writing’s No. 1
Won’t you change the record, please?
It makes me queasy, ill at ease

Each day this feeling’s worse and worse
The need to reduce life to verse
Mixed myth and rumination
Forced without an explanation
And I know I’m not the last or first
To realise that it’s a curse
Noise in, out and between my ears
Extrapolated hopes and fears
You held a record in your hand
And then you dreamt about a band
A magic institution to
Invoke a revolution
So, young fanatic, if you can,
If you value your lifespan
Get out early before you burst
This feeling just gets worse and worse

The novelty’s not yet worn off
So still the windmills scorn and scoff
'La recherche du temps perdu'
Obstructing all that’s left to do
Is it a bourgeois conceit, bland,
Or an attempt to understand?
Drowning in a well of ink
Can’t commit to swim or sink

Each day this feeling’s worse and worse
The need to reduce life to verse
Mixed myth and rumination
Forced without an explanation
And I know I’m not the last or first
To realise that it’s a curse
Noise in, out and between my ears
Extrapolated hopes and fears
You held a record in your hand
And then you dreamt about a band
A tragic institution to
Invoke no revolution
So, young fanatic, if you can,
If you value your lifespan
Get out early before you burst
This feeling just gets worse and worse

Worse and worse
It just gets worse and worse.
Track Name: Walking With Heather
Surreptitious, we survey the scene
From the hill that hides in haar this morning
Cafés, galleries, gardens unseen
I’m falling hard, against all warnings

This feeling’s free and unfettered
You could knock me down with a feather when
I go walking with Heather in the rain

Up balmy raucous August Green Steps
Through Jane Street dawns into Kirk Street nights
Industrial summer showers wept
Into a day coruscating and bright

This feeling’s free and unfettered
And you could knock me down with a feather when
I go walking with Heather in the rain
I feel totally untethered
We never ever talk about the weather when
I go walking with Heather in the rain

The path was cracked
And the odds were stacked
Against us, ­no-­one thought they’d win that bet, ­
But here we are with summer in our step and now

This feeling’s free and unfettered
And you could knock me down with a feather when
I go walking with Heather in the rain
I feel totally untethered
We never ever talk about the weather when
I go walking with Heather in the rain

In the rain.
Track Name: Towering Greyness
Is there poetry in this?
The routine emptiness
The butchery of bus stop queues and
Chain shop fronts inane
The daily dolour drift
The self­-sedating mist
The Stockholm syndrome of accepting
Everywhere’s the same

The towering greyness of the day
Today
Could only become deeper, darker,
If you went away
And reality this morning’s
A bit more than I can stand
It’s slipping right between my fingers
And I need a hand

Is there melody in this?
The routine hollowness
The coffee­-clutching, pass­-presenting
Countenances long
Can you traverse the abyss?
Without becoming Icarus
Or vanishing in repetition,
Sisyphean, gone

The towering greyness of the day
Today
Could only become deeper, darker,
If you went away
And reality this morning’s
A bit more than I can stand
It’s slipping right between my fingers
And I need your hand

If life is the illusion behind
Which our dream’s truths hide
Then I can’t quite work out if I’m
Inside or outside
And sometimes life can stumble and feel
More like stops than starts
- I lose all of my momentum
When we are apart
Track Name: Magpie
Through the pane a solo magpie chatters
Bustles through the orange, russet, red
Who knows what it’s for and what you would do
If you sat upon that branch instead
If you sat upon that branch instead

Branches billow brutally another
Autumn’s brought this ceaseless chilly gale
When the trees have all of but been blown bare
Is everybody’s nesting bound to fail?
Is everybody’s nesting bound to fail?

The future was a golden place they promised
All the time to you when you were young
And now the golden leaves slip ever
Further from the silver sun
You wonder if
You wonder if
It’s ever going to come

Do you make the best out of the winter
Or do you hold out for another spring?
And is it really stupid and so reckless
To meanwhile dare to dance and soar and sing?
Why shouldn’t we dance and soar and sing?

The future was a golden place they promised
All the time to you when you were young
And though the golden leaves slip ever
Further from a silver sun
You wonder when
You wonder when
It’s finally going to come

One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl and
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold and
Seven for a secret
Never to be told
Eight for a wish and
Nine for a kiss
Ten for a bird
You must not miss
Eleven you’re never
Going to work it out
And twelve
To deal with that self-
Doubt