Yara Asmar
About the artist
Yara Asmar is a Beirut-based musician, visual artist and puppet-maker. Yara incorporates a wide range of eclectic instrumentation into her performances, including the piano, accordion, metallophone and theremin.
Top songs
- objects lost in drawers (found again at the most inconvenient times)
- to die in the country
- from gardens in the city we keep alive
- to live by a body of water is to forget it exists
- after all this time, Beirut
- to die on any hill (if it's easy enough to climb)
- everything is wrapped in cling film
- it is 5:00pm and nothing bad has happened to us (yet)
- come back later
- Jumana
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- three clementines on the counter of a blue-tiled sun-soaked kitchen
- in dandelion fields
- wooden giants and mechanical birds
- i liked it better when we lived on see-saw hill
- of the always puzzle of living and doing
- thanks for coming
- everyone i love is sleeping and i love them so so much
- there are glorious labyrinths in the ground for those with the claws to find them
- are these your hands? would you like them back?
- i am a terrible mathematician (and an even worse clown)
- the familiar scenography of electrons waltzing across the screen in your peripheral vision, you avoid its gaze like a tired husband you have outgrown
- in fields of translucent pearls i am the richest man in the graveyard and i will never have to bury anyone i love ever again
- may
- cold feet and hot air balloons
- it's always october on sunday
- Fish Can't Tie Their Shoelaces, Silly
- you saw what you were looking at and you touched what you were touching
- sounds from home
- there is a science to days like these (but i am a slow learner)
- "all that has been seen will have been seen for nothing"
- there are easier ways to disappear (but i'm only good at this one)
- it is 5.00pm and nothing bad has happened to us (yet)
- we put her in a box and never spoke of it again
- Sighs II
- 4 is an okay number
- for now we leave the sky to the tyrants, and dig
- sleeping in church - tape 1 - on a warm day i turned to tell you something but there was nothing there
- sleeping in church (tape 1) on a warm day i turned to tell you something but there was nothing there
- wooden giants and mechanical birds (with John Murchison & Gideon Forbes)
- are these your hands? would you like them back? (with majd chidiac)
- Numbers Don't Make Good Friends
- Are These Your Hands? Would You Like Them Back? (feat. Majd Chidiac)
- it is 5pm and nothing bad has happened to us (yet)
- It Is 5:00 PM And Nothing Bad Has Happened To Us (Yet)
- Sleeping In Church - Tape 1 On A Warm Day I Turned To Tell You Something But There Was Nothing There
- the familiar scenography of electrons waltzing across the screen in your peripheral vision, you avoid its gaze like a tired husban
- are these your hands_ would you like them back_
- wooden giants and mechanical birds (feat. John Murchison & Gideon Forbes)
- Mr. Samuel's Teatime Stories for Good Kids & Confused Adults - Part I: Home
- the heart beats one, two, then not
- sleeping in church - tape 1 - on a warm day i turned to tell you something...
- 3 wooden giants and mechanical birds (feat. John Murchison and Gideon Forbes)
- everyone I know is sleeping and I love them so so much
- Are These Your HandS. Would You Like Them Back (feat. Majd Chidiac)
- all that has been seen will have been seen for nothing
- Symphonion Poem II
- please don't call
- it is 5:00pm and nothing bad has happene...
- To Live in a Body of Water is to Forget it Exists
- A Funeral Is A Party
- I am building a house so you can visit me
- the familiar scenography of electrons waltzing across the screen
- Signs II
- it is 5:00pm and nothing bad has happened to us (yet)
- three clementines on the counter of a blue-tiled sun-soaked kitchen
- i liked it better when we lived on see-saw hill
- Live at The Ballroom Blitz, Beirut
- In Fields of Translucent Pearls I Am the Richest Man in the Graveyard and I Will Never Have to Bury
- Fish Can’t Tie Their Shoelaces, Silly
- the familiar scenography of electrons waltzing across the screen in your peripheral vision, you avoi
- Waltz in aaaaaaa
- four
- 01 Jumana
- Are These Your Hands, Would You Like Them Back?
- To Die On Any Hill (If It’s Easy Enough To Climb)
- it is 5-00pm and nothing bad has happened to us (yet)
- Mr. Samuel's Teatime Stories - Part II: It's Today Again.
- Mr. Samuel's Teatime Stories - Part I: Home
- Mr. Samuel's Teatime Stories - Part III: A Funeral Is a Party
- a clock is not a prison
- A Dove Dies in a Beirut Garden
- from the gardens in the city we keep alive
- It's Today Again (sung By Gloomy Madeleine)
- The Sunlight Is Different Here (sung By Gloomy Madeleine)
- the familiar scenography of electrons waltzing across the screen in your peripheral vision, you...
- Yara Asmar
- Paperhouse Waltzes (for the perpetually awake) - Act II
- Frоm Gardens in the City We Keep Alive
- “all that has been seen will have been seen for nothing”
- there are easier ways to disappear (but i’m only good at this one)
- Fishbows
- Objects Lost In Drawers
- Are These Your Hands
- Three Clementines On The Counter Of A Blue Tiled Sun Soaked Kitchen
- I Liked It Better When We Lived On SeeSaw Hill
- on pine hill
- There Are Glorious Labyrinths in the Ground forThose with the Claws to Find Them
- Tо Die in the Country
- the familiar scenography of electrons waltzing across the screen…
- there are glorious labyrinths in the ground for those with the claws…
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