Mac Demarco Songs Novels & Stories

The bar looks spotless, and the alcohol bottles are lined up with military precision in glass cabinets hanging above the counter. This place is clean for a biker bar. Only the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and cigars gives it away. I turn around and spot the massive logo of the MC painted on the wall: a black, realistic-looking skull grinning on a red background. Behind the skull are huge black angel wings, and a blunt hangs out of the creepy grin. Above it reads "Highway Demons," and below: "MC" and "Nevada."

H. I worked on Demi's song for about a week or two just to get the lyrics right. My inspiration? Always Tate and how I love her. Damien helped me on figuring out the tune fitted for the lyrics. I wanted it to sound strong but heartbreaking. I did a demo for Demi on how she should sing it so she will have an idea how the song goes. I was nervous to let her hear it and I would want her to sing it her own way. She has a very very powerful voice anyways, I'm surely excited to hear it for her to sing.

I bark back, still laughing at the absurdity of it all. Mac Daddy produces a CD. “Her demo that she recorded.” I insist. “Play it, please; I want to hear this.” I cross my arms. There’s no chance in hell I’ve stolen a thing from this bitch. But I’m going to play along because at this point I’m just so done with assholes. Mac Daddy walks to the CD player attached to the wall, drops the disc inside, and hits play so we can hear it. I wait as Lucy speaks into the microphone, stating this is her first demo about a song she’s written. Then, she starts to sing a very familiar song.

I didn’t want him to ruin this moment that I have with my best friend. "You should be proud of your boyfriend.” Martha says out loud. My brows crease as I watch her smile widens. “Ask me why." Martha begins to say. “Why? What did Milo do?” "They're going to have another tour again and they're getting busy with their fourth album and that song which is called Fireproof is from that upcoming album is amazing!” She singsongs. “I can't wait to hear all the songs. Have you heard?" I smiled at how she still goes crazy about the band which is kind of something that I missed from her knowing that we are both far apart from each other.

Sasha J. Morales Damon's thrusts shake my body in the most obscene way possible. I cling to him and he continues as if he wants to make up for all the times he couldn't. I'm screaming so loud, I didn't even know I was capable of pushing that kind of note. Maybe I should consider a career in music. Oh my God, he's so talented, he manages to give me the effects of very hard drugs. I sing like a saucepan. I have no future in music.

A man’s voice, steady but filled with ache. Chris Martin. No, that can’t be real. It’s coming from nowhere. He isn’t here, not standing at the foot of Damion’s bed in a faded t-shirt, guitar slung low, head tilted like he’s singing to the broken world itself. But I swear I hear it. Clear as a sorrow-filled confession. ‘When you try your best, but you don’t succeed’ “He’s seizing!” someone shouts out, and the personnel hold Damion down by his arms and legs. Nurses descend like wolves, pinning him by the limbs, their faces taut with focus. Deimos is all motion — syringe in hand, plunging medication into Damion’s vein.

The wine helped. Appropriately enough, he sang “Starry, Starry Night” by Don McLean, the song about Vincent Van Gogh. And since one Don McLean song wasn’t enough, he sang “American Pie,” with me joining in with the chorus. There was “Time Of Your Life” by Greenday, “Redemption Song” by Bob Marley, “Blackbird” by the Beatles, and “Everlong” by the Foo Fighters. “More,” I said, exactly like a three-year-old, when he finally put down the guitar.

“Why won’t you come with me, to the hospital.” “No. I’m never going there. Everyone will see me.” He went silent since I sounded so desperate about staying away from people. “There is a demon inside me, Zeke. I can’t stay with people. I am a danger,” I continued feeling my tears falling down from my eyes. It hurts me thinking about my situation but I can’t do anything about it. Finally, he is done tying all my limbs and I can no longer move that much. “I will help you get rid of your demon,” he uttered.

They both loved thinly sliced Korean barbecue beef. While listening to 'Get to know ya.' He immediately started singing as he cut up the seasonings for the meal. Earlier, Ava had let the water run over her body; then, turning off the shower briefly to lather up, she heard the beat of a song. As she listened to the song, it was very familiar. “Ah, yeah! I like that! He's playing an old throwback from my boy Maxwell.” Ava dances in the shower just before she turns the water back on, and DeMarco hits a high note. It nearly knocked her off her slippery feet. He sounded so good.