Mac Demarco Songs Novels & Stories

“I’ll give you one more chance, Damian Vanderbilt, stop beating around the bush and answer me the real question: how did you know that song?! I swear to God, if you--” “Ohh, the song?” Damian cocks his eyebrows, “It’s just the lullaby mom used to sing to me. It just came out in that moment. It was Eminem's song. Mom loved it.” Scar blinks as his answer crushes her anger into pieces. She wasn’t expecting such an oddly normal answer. But at the same time, it makes perfect sense. Emma used to sing it. Of course she did.

When Jack got punched in the gut that’s when it was my turn to step in, and I hate to toot my own horn, but it didn’t take much to put him down. Jack’s been my best friend ever since. Once we closed for the day, we decided to stoke up the fire pit and have a few beers the Marcos imported from Germany. Sure, it was already warm out, but there’s something magical about sitting around a fire while you toss back beers with your friends. Dishwasher Marco brought down his guitar and played a few songs. His renditions of “Hotel California” and “House of the Rising Sun” are my favorite, he has just the perfect amount of gravel in his voice for old school rock and he’s dreamy as hell.

**** Note: Song*- Homesick by Dua Lipa

He cooed, happy to know he was getting me excited about something. It was the middle of the night and I knew Alec was probably running on fumes from no sleep, so to keep some kind of noise on at all times, I flipped the radio back on but just turned it down so we could still talk. Just then the song, ’Fast Car (feat. Dakota) by Jonas Blue came on and I was in love with the song. “Oh my gosh! I love this song!” I turned the sound up and started singing and dancing a little in my seat. I totally dropped all my inhibitions in front of Alec.

1. Amelia's POV "Your boobs are fucking big, amoretto." Don DeMarco's baritone voice was driving me crazy. Fuck, his Italian accent! He was there sucking the hell outta my tits and here I was, moaning like hell. "D….don." I mumbled, my voice low. Bounded in chains that held me tightly to the pillar, the pains from the lashes I received earlier, gingered through my veins. Ah, Don Alessandro DeMarco was doing things to me; worst, he was making me feel sweet pains.

He saw the look on my face showing that I had just gotten it, and so he smiled. “Go on,” he said. I stayed silent in my head, as the rhythm of the music with the lyrics spelt out loud flowing through my head. "Off through the new day's mist, I run out from the new day's mist I have come I hunt, therefore I am Harvesting the land, taking of the fallen lamb" It was actually a song by Metallica titled Wolf and man. Damon stood shocked staring at my lips as I spelt out the lyrics confidently like I owned them.

Why didn't I take the damn bus? Somehow, I remembered to plug my earbuds in and scrolled through my Spotify to find a decent playlist. There were an embarrassing number of Selena Gomez albums in there. I picked the Mac DeMarco playlist that had been stuck in my head. Each step became slightly more bearable. Honey, the stars keep on calling my name But don't worry, I've told you again and again When I'm down, you're always the first one to know Skipping town, I'll take you wherever I go

And if Brooke thinks I’m not gonna drag her up there with me, she’s got another thing coming. I don’t know if it’s because the bar’s pretty dead tonight or because I’m an alpha, but after I tell the DJ my song, he hands me the mic rather than putting me in the queue. I clear my throat, nodding to the DJ to start, feeling the weight of every eye in the place on me as he starts the song. The title flashes up on the little screen in front of me- ‘Maybe I’m Amazed’ by Paul McCartney. A song I know Brooke loves, because she got all googly-eyed when it played in the Jeep on our way back from Denver.

“No. You’re hiding things. Just like me.” He moved beside her, the crunch of gravel under his boots too loud in the stillness. “I tracked an old encrypted channel called Marionette's Mirror. Private invite-only. They trade digital footage. Some dom content, sure. But there’s one user—calls himself FoxWithTeeth—who’s posted increasingly violent material. Masks. Collars. Obedience contracts. Sound familiar?” Her eyes went flat. “Very.” “He commented on one of your early streams,” Damien added. “Before you blew up. I cross-referenced the timestamp. Same night you first used the alias Domica on your side Reddit account.”

No matter what happens, I’ll stay quiet, especially when it comes to me and Marco. I just… can’t talk about it. Leo started strumming his guitar again, and the moment he sang, I was honestly blown away. His voice—so clear, so full of emotion. Even the crowd went silent, surprised. Every note, every word—he nailed it, like we were listening to the original. Just like I told him before… When he sang, I Lost Myself, he sounded exactly like Jamie Miller. And now? He’s doing the same with James Arthur.