Decota McNamara

Decota McNamara

 Halifax, Nova Scotia, CAN
BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

A songwriter with incredible instrumental abilities, Decota is an amazing up-and-coming artist who's roots range from traditional Irish, Bluegrass, and French, to current Pop and Country. His soul is deep, his fingers are fast, and his stories are captivating. Absolutely an artist to watch for.

Biography

"More licks than an ice cream convention." says Kev Corbett, 2011 NSMW Musician of the year.

"McNamara is a superb musician, his guitar and Banjo playing is Tremendous. A voice both Masculin and sensitive to match!" -Caroline Chiasson, Writter for Raz Mataz Magazine

“A singer/songwriter with incredible instrumental abilities. A folk based artist who's heart resides in the east coast and its culture.” -Betsy MacDonald, singer/songwritter

Décota McNamara represents the best of Nova Scotia's hot new talent. His unique sound, which blends traditional bluegrass, celtic and Acadian roots with contemporary pop and country rock flavors, is capturing the hearts of a swiftly growing fan base. Moving effortlessly between acoustic and electric guitar, banjo, mandolin and dobro, Décota's command of string instruments is as impressive as his rich vocals and clever songwriting. Overflowing with energy and charisma, Décota is a top-notch entertainer whether playing in kitchens, pubs or concert halls. He may just be the province's best kept secret, ready to take Canada by storm.

Lyrics

Wrong Place Wrong Time

Written By: Phil Penner & Décota McNamara

Wrong place, wrong time,
It’s been the story of our lives,
We first met, became friends,
Never knowing how it’d end,
We shared smiles and looks in the eyes,
Then it caught us by surprise,

I start thinkin’ ‘bout the possibilities,
Then it’s suddenly back to reality,
Wrong place, wrong time,
It’s been the story of our lives,

Our paths cross, once again
We see we’re not just friends,
I think yes, I think no,
But we both soon have to go,
We begin to give in,
Then it happens once again,

I start thinkin’ ‘bout the possibilities,
Then it’s suddenly back to reality,
Wrong place, wrong time,
Will we ever get it right?

Here we are, one more chance,
With this border line romance,
So let’s enjoy the company,
Let that be our reality,
It’ll soon be over but it’s happened before,
No one know’s what the future has in store

I start thinkin’ ‘bout the possibilities,
Then I stumble back into reality,
Wrong place, wrong time,
Will we ever get it right.

Wrong place, wrong time,
It’s been the story of our lives,
Wrong place, wrong time,
We may still get it right,
We may still get it right.
We may still get it right.

© Décota McNamara, 2013

Les Souliers D'mon Grandpère

Written By: Décota McNamara


Le monde s’éleve en plein air mais le jour commence a prendre de grand changes
Des gens qui laissent pour de l’argent et de nouvelle vie dans les villes
Ils prennent tout qu’ils ont et laise le rest a pourrire dans le terre
Ce n’est pas le mème monde que j’ai bein cru, dans les soulers d’mon grandpère.

Les vieux pêcheurs sont défait come leurs traps au bord de l’eau
Ils gardent plein de pein le mess qui rest de leurs bateaux
Je me souvier d’une temps plein d‘musique se joi et de memoirs avec mes frères
Mais ce n’est pas le meme monde que j’ai bein cru, dans les souliers d’mon grandpere

Dans les souliers d’mon grandpère je me souvien d’un temp de culture et do joi
Mais maintenant les mains et les visages des vieux, c’est la q’on trouverait ca

Pépé was a hard working fisherman his whole life
Mémé while on the ground would raise his family and double as his wife
Long days were ever common but the work made sense back then
No worrying about stupid things like money, and how it would get spent

Oh there’s no life of luxury in this french acadian fishing town for sure
But the culture still remains and to me that’s worth more

Cause dans les souliers d’mon grandpère it was a time for culture and I understand
But now the only place you’ll find it and the old faces and hands
Dans les souliers d’mon grandpère ils ont vecu une vie bein plein
Dans les souliers d’mon grandpère there lives a life we’ll never see again
Dans les souliers d’mon grandpère there lives a life we’ll never see again

© Décota McNamara, 2011

No Name

Written By: Décota McNamara

We met with no luck and no time
But some how we both knew
I thought, I was out of my mind
Too good to be true
I played it safe, as safe as it could be
Trying not to fall for you
But then you stayed, stayed over here with me
Now no more fighting no more hiding the truth

Cause you said, don’t sing anything sweeter
I think I’m falling down, underneath, my rainbow
Where you taste so sweet, Where you taste so sweet

When I looked into those deep green eyes
You took my breath away
All of the love and the emotion in your voice
Left me with nothing to say
The way you smiled, the way you laughed, the way you touch
Such warmth such beauty and so bright
When I look back on our first meet
I still can not believe that it wasn’t at first sight

CHORUS

When you called me crying in the night
You said you weren’t over him
I said you’ve got all that you need you’ve just got to do one thing
You’ve just got to let me in
Now all this time has built confusion in my heart
But I stuck around you see
Yeah girl you had me from the start
And how happy am I now to see you right back here with me

Cause you said, don’t sing anything sweeter
I think I’m falling down, underneath, my rainbow
Where you taste so sweet, Where you taste so sweet
And now I sing! don’t sing anything sweeter
You’ve got me falling down, underneath, that rainbow
Where you taste so sweet, girl you taste so sweet

You’ve got me falling down, underneath, that rainbow

© Décota McNamara, 2011

Discography

Album: Décota McNamara - Lost & Found (2009)

EP: Sister Kate

Singles: Lost & Found, Les Soulier's d'Mon Grandpère (Francophone radio)

Set List

My set list is mostly my originals, examples of artists I covers are Stan Roger, J.P. Cormier, Dave Gunning, Eric Clapton, and Bruce Guthro. All of which are Folk or blues songs that I use when needed.