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So, Young Fanatic

from Flights by Dora Maar

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lyrics

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.

credits

from Flights, 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 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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