Morgan MacDonald

Morgan MacDonald

 Bridgewater, Nova Scotia, CAN
BandRockSinger/Songwriter

Morgan MacDonald writes lyrically driven songs about the messy parts of life. He has triumphant songs about death, hesitant songs about love, and fearless songs observing the turbulent world around us.

Biography

Morgan MacDonald is a songwriter from Nova Scotia. This past year he released and toured Back to the Wilderness, an EP produced by Paul Aucoin at Diego Medina's Confidence Lodge. Aucoin has worked with many of Canada's top artists including John K Samson (The Weakerthans), Hyden, Cuff The Duke, The Sadies.

Morgan finished his coast to coast EP release tour with showcases at the Ontario Council of Folk Festivals and Nova Scotia Music Week, where he was nominated for Folk Recording of the Year. Collaborations with Jason Collett of Broken Social Scene have resulted in a number of new songs that will be included in Morgan's upcoming debut album.

"...he has a great, 4-song debut EP on his hands ...an enjoyable listen, revealing MacDonald to be an engaging, down to earth songwriter who also knows his way around a catchy melody.?"
- Hero Hill (Polaris Prize and Juno Award jurors)

" Instrumentally, MacDonalds work is absolutely exquisite. A couple of extra listens reveal the depths of his lyrics, and with this debut EP, MacDonald gives every indication that great things are yet to come from him.?"
- Grayowl Point

www.morganmacdonald.ca

Lyrics

Back to the Wilderness

Written By: Morgan MacDonald

Little bird on the feeder perched
Oh you've launched a fruitless search
You and I should move along
With our memories and our song

I don't believe in gardens in the sky
If they're there she'd be the reason why
With each row tagged
She'd bend straight legged
She'd build those flower beds

And her final words
I heard hers
I heard hers

The church called to ask if they should pray
I just stood there not knowing what to say
If we both know
That soon she'll go
I'll save my faith for her

And her final words
I heard hers
I heard hers

She passed right through that hospital gown
To the air
To the water
To the ground
It was no place for her to stay
She did her death like her life;
Done her way

Her final words
I heard hers
I heard hers

And her final words
I heard hers
I heard hers

The Fences

Written By: Morgan MacDonald

The Fences

The place where I’m from nobody lives
They just vacation when there’s time left to kill
The roads that were paved the land that was lost
And the prices that can’t pay the costs

I grew up with no locks on my doors
We picked up hitchhikers and swam on the shore
And sometimes I’d meet you on the road to the south
Now the fence there is keeping us out

The place where I’m from is not where I live
But I still drive near it to see how it is
The road that were paved the land the was lost
And the prices that can’t pay the costs

Sometimes I’d meet you on the road to the south
Now the fence there is keeping us out
Now the fence there is keeping us out

Outside the woods where we played
Outside my Grandfathers grave
Outside the good skipping stones
And a house that’s nobody’s home
And a house where there’s nobody home

Discography

Back to the Wilderness (May 26, 2012)