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Mac DeMarco
Mac DeMarco is the antithesis to your stereotypical singer-songwriter. Disregarding the seriously somber moments, he replaces them with whimsical and youthful spontaneity, whilst retaining endearing and subtle commentaries. Promptly after leaving his Edmonton garage for Vancouver he embarked on a grand voyage of enlightenment and alcoholic debauchery.
DeMarco’s a weird cat, cultivating an affinity for occult imagery, nudity and social satire. But Read Full BioMac DeMarco is the antithesis to your stereotypical singer-songwriter. Disregarding the seriously somber moments, he replaces them with whimsical and youthful spontaneity, whilst retaining endearing and subtle commentaries. Promptly after leaving his Edmonton garage for Vancouver he embarked on a grand voyage of enlightenment and alcoholic debauchery.
DeMarco’s a weird cat, cultivating an affinity for occult imagery, nudity and social satire. But his most impressive trait is his undeniable and instinctual ability to compose magical pop jangles, which he refers to as “jizz jazz.” His dusted jams have garnished him accolades that are as ever-increasing as his song-writing abilities. Mac's favorite artists are Shuggie Otis, Steely Dan, Yellow Magic Orchestra, Jonathan Richman and The Grateful Dead
DeMarco was born Vernor Winfield McBriare Smith IV on April 30, 1990, in Duncan, British Columbia. He was named after his great-grandfather, Vernor Smith (1864 - 1932), who was the Minister of Railways and Telephones in Edmonton. To spite his absentee father, DeMarco's mom Agnes changed his name to McBriare Samuel Lanyon DeMarco when he was five. Friends and family came to know him as "Mac." He grew up in Edmonton, the capital of Alberta. After high school, DeMarco moved to Vancouver. Calling himself Makeout Videotape, Mac released his debut tape in 2009, entitled Heat Wave.
DeMarco’s a weird cat, cultivating an affinity for occult imagery, nudity and social satire. But Read Full BioMac DeMarco is the antithesis to your stereotypical singer-songwriter. Disregarding the seriously somber moments, he replaces them with whimsical and youthful spontaneity, whilst retaining endearing and subtle commentaries. Promptly after leaving his Edmonton garage for Vancouver he embarked on a grand voyage of enlightenment and alcoholic debauchery.
DeMarco’s a weird cat, cultivating an affinity for occult imagery, nudity and social satire. But his most impressive trait is his undeniable and instinctual ability to compose magical pop jangles, which he refers to as “jizz jazz.” His dusted jams have garnished him accolades that are as ever-increasing as his song-writing abilities. Mac's favorite artists are Shuggie Otis, Steely Dan, Yellow Magic Orchestra, Jonathan Richman and The Grateful Dead
DeMarco was born Vernor Winfield McBriare Smith IV on April 30, 1990, in Duncan, British Columbia. He was named after his great-grandfather, Vernor Smith (1864 - 1932), who was the Minister of Railways and Telephones in Edmonton. To spite his absentee father, DeMarco's mom Agnes changed his name to McBriare Samuel Lanyon DeMarco when he was five. Friends and family came to know him as "Mac." He grew up in Edmonton, the capital of Alberta. After high school, DeMarco moved to Vancouver. Calling himself Makeout Videotape, Mac released his debut tape in 2009, entitled Heat Wave.
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Salad Days
by Mac DeMarco
As I'm getting older, chip up on my shoulder
Rolling through life, to roll over and die
La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, oh
Missing hippy Jon, salad days are gone
Remembering things just to tell 'em so long
La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, oh
Oh mama, actin' like my life's already over
Oh dear, act your age and try another year
Always feeling tired, smiling when required
Write another year off and kindly resign
La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, oh
Salad days are gone, missing hippy Jon
Remembering the days just to tell 'em so long
La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, oh
Oh mama, actin' like my life's already over
Oh dear, act your age and try another year
Oh mama, actin' like my life's already over Oh dear, act your age and try another year
Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Macbriare Samuel Lanyon Demarco
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
by Mac DeMarco
As I'm getting older, chip up on my shoulder
Rolling through life, to roll over and die
La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, oh
Missing hippy Jon, salad days are gone
Remembering things just to tell 'em so long
La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, oh
Oh mama, actin' like my life's already over
Oh dear, act your age and try another year
Always feeling tired, smiling when required
Write another year off and kindly resign
La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la, oh
Salad days are gone, missing hippy Jon
Remembering the days just to tell 'em so long
La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, oh
Oh mama, actin' like my life's already over
Oh dear, act your age and try another year
Oh mama, actin' like my life's already over Oh dear, act your age and try another year
Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Macbriare Samuel Lanyon Demarco
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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