Jamie Mac

Jamie Mac

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Im a solo songwriter on piano and guitar, i have many musicians, who know my music, who come and play with me at gigs and we make a ramshackle band. I do love playing solo as well though.

Biography

From St. John's, Newfoundland, I am an actor and musician, i love them both equally.

Lyrics

The Sandman's Lullaby

Written By: James (Jamie Mac) Macdonald

He don’t have to worry ‘bout the car he drives
Because he don’t work during the day
He don’t have to worry ‘bout being recognized
‘Cause no one ever sees his face
And he don’t have to worry bout bein’ to shy
‘Cause no one even knows his first name

But Mr. Sandman when you get home,
And your eyelids are boulders and your shoulders are stone,
Do you reminisce about the dreams you've kissed goodbye
While your tryin’ to remember your own?
Do you reminisce about the dreams you've kissed goodbye
While your tryin’ to remember your own?

You can guarantee he'll never see sweet dreams
Because he gives all his dreams away
But he don’t have to worry about havin’ nightmares
Because he don’t sleep that much anyway
Cause the sun is always settin’ on someone else
So yah haven’t got much time left for yourself
And the moon is always risin’ and shows no signs of soon subsiding or retiring
Yah the moon is always risin’ and shows no signs of soon subsiding or retiring

Mr. sandman when you get old,
And your eyes turn to diamonds and bones turns to coal,
Who could replace you and who would dare to wake you
If you could no longer carry that load?
Who could replace you and who would dare to wake you
If you could no longer carry that load?

Well I can’t guarantee that you will sleep all night
But I can write you a lullaby
You can call me up and I’ll play it for you live
I’m in the book under 7-0-9
And I can’t guarantee that you won’t wake in a fright
But I can write you a lullaby
You can call me up and I’ll play it for you live
But long distance charges may apply

He don’t have to worry ‘bout the car he drives
Because he don’t work during the day
He don’t have to worry ‘bout being recognized
‘Cause no one ever sees his face

Mr. Sandman when you get home,
And your eyelids are boulders and your shoulders are stone,
Do you reminisce about the dreams you've kissed goodbye
While your tryin’ to remember your own?
Do you reminisce about the dreams you've kissed goodbye
While your tryin’ to remember your own?

The Prescription

Written By: Jamie Mac

I saw you through my window
And I heard you curse the weather
I said you cant blame the rain
for falling on your broken umbrella
I just came over to tell yah
You don’t have to be so waterproof

And she says “who the hell are you
I said “I’m here to clear up your stormy mood
She says “I’m not crying
oh no, I’m just allergic to his attitude
And I didn’t mean to intrude
But this is kinda what I do

Cause I am in the industry
Of pharasuetical sympathy
And I guess he wasn’t listening
When you ordered your prescription in
And im sorry that you have to wait
But I’m afraid the doctor is out for a smoke break

Were you lookin’ far a pill for heart break
Is that something you would really wanna take?
Or did you wanna check first
Maybe you’ll see that the side effects would be worse
Cause loneliness is (can be) hard
But ignorance ain't so bliss

I can see that you miss his kiss
But I might have a natural remedy
Like I said I’m in the industry
Of pharmasuetical sympathy
And you seem like a nice lady
So follow me back to the laboratory

This is where I keep my love
In the large display case
And I’d let you have a sample taste
But it only comes in large dosages
And I haven’t got a lot to waste
so you’ll have to be patient

But I will put you on a strict diet
Of James Taylor's handyman
Mixed with some peace and quiet
a warm bath and ill write you a prescription
For a sweet distraction
pretty soon you’ll be right as rain

This is where I hide my pain
Triple wrapped and trapped in selophane
But if you look real hard, if you strain
You can see every separate stain
I still have a lot to erase
So girl you know you got a lot to gain

And she says “who the hell are you
I said “I’m here to clear up your stormy mood
She says “I’m not crying
oh no, I’m just allergic to his attitude
And I didn’t mean to intrude
But this is kinda what I do

I saw you through my window
And I heard you curse the weather
I said you cant blame the rain
for falling on your broken umbrella
I just came over to tell yah
You don’t have to be so waterproof
I just came over to tell yah
You don’t have to be so waterproof
I just came over to tell yah
You don’t have to be so waterproof

Bobby Boy

Written By: Jamie Mac

Bobby my friend, he was just 21 years old
pretty rough ‘round the edges, but he had a heart of gold
he’d give yah a hundred dollars if he had it as fast as he’d steal the smoke out cha hand
or he’d throw a hundred dollars in his bank account and go downtown and drop a grand
I shoulda got those keys from you
I got no excuse
I shouldn't have let you choose to leave
I shoulda got those keys...
I shoulda knocked you down and knocked you out
taken those keys and carried yah to my house
all the 30 miles and 300 pounds of yah
cause Bobby was built like a brick shit house
there wasn’t a man among us who could take the boy down
he was gonna do what he wanted when he wanted to do it and he always did
Bobby got a call from his girl that night
got a little spooked and decided he was gonna take a ride
and he was pretty good wit that motorbike
but he had a half-a-dozen brews already under his belt
and a half dozen of us had already gone and passed out
oh whenever we went to the country we always went to town
We shoulda got those keys from you
We shoulda got those keys
There's no excuse
I shouldn't have let you choose to leave
We shoulda tied you up and talked you down
taken your keys and buried 'em somewhere
you couldn't get at 'em til the morning light
but nobody wanted to get Bobby into a fight
cause he had a reputation
of not bein' afraid to shed a little blood
you'd only heard his side of the story
causethe other mans mouth would be wired shut
Bobby my friend he was just 21 years old
he'd do anything for anyone but he'd never do what he was told
And thats the hardest goddamn phone call I ever had to make
even over a mobile phone you can hear a heart break
I wish you hadda believed her Bobby boy when she told you she was still true
Bobby that baby boy looks a hell of a lot like you
Bobby that baby boy looks a hell of a lot like you
And thats the hardest goddamn funeral I ever had to wake
but you aint knocking on heavens door
your knocking down those pearly gates
tearin' up heavens turf
poppin wheelies in a place thats better
tougher han the nails that hold your coffin together
One a year we still gather here
and pour out liquor for your broken bones
I call up your number
and we all drink to the ring tone
And we sing a few thousand rounds of the night paddy murphy died
thats how we show you
we were honoured to know you
we laugh 'bout what your doin' now
probly throwin' stones at angels
or makin' a bet with the Devil
that you can drink God under the table
its probly not a good idea
shoulda got those keys from you
shoulda got those keys (repeat)

Discography

Debut CD in the works

Set List

Originals: Audreyella, Plastic, Prescription, Sandman's Lullaby, Baby Sister, Symphony of Silence, Bobby Boy, Unwind (Madeline), Boomerang, Rein's of the Rider, The Yellow Lines Behind, Halfway and more