New Album – Nov 15, 2018

Carried

He’s written an opera, over 20 published works for choir, a soundtrack for a cult classic zombie movie, and now he’s just finished his first album as singer/songwriter. Award winning composer Don Macdonald creates a moody blend of rock, roots and electronica in “Carried”.

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CD Release Concert

Friday, November 30, 2018 at 7:30 PM – 10 PM

St Saviour’s Anglican Pro-Cathedral Nelson BC

Tickets available through the Capitol Theatre.

The album will be performed with a stellar lineup of musicians: Jesse Lee (bass), Ralf Buschmeyer (guitar), Steven Parish (drums), Laura Landsberg and Allison Girvan (Don’s wife) on vocal harmonies, and Don on lead vocals, violin and piano. While the album features electric guitars and keyboards this performance will be mainly with acoustic instruments.


Midnight flames were dancing,
waltzing in the sublime,
sharing delicate whispers
near the edge of time.

From the shadows a witness
wakened from his sleep,
spied the young lovers
and rose from his cover
and buried their dreams
neath’ a blanket of lies so deep.

What a shame, young lovers
that we blame you still now,
what a change, young lovers
had the fruit stayed on the bough.
What a change, what a change.

One young couple lay sleeping,
caused two worlds to collide
one where colour still mattered,
one where race was no divide.

One night boots stormed the bedroom,
wakened them from sleep
grabbed the young lovers
ripped from their covers
and gave them a night in a cell
and a sentence so steep.

What a shame, young lovers
that they took you on that day
but a change, young lovers,
you began that fateful way.
What a change, what a change.

 

 

I saw her once, at night near harbour station

From the toss of the waves, she came and sang to me

That was the start of a strange infatuation

And I’ll never be the same,

and my ears just won’t stop ringin’

I think I’m goin insane

Since I heard her singin.

The song hit me like a bullet

I can still hear the shot

The mist cleared and she was on her way

The next wave had come

And she was off into oblivion

And I’m never gonna be the same

Feeling oh so strange

And I’m in the darkness spinning

I think I’m going insane

Since I heard her singin

The song was a curse, crafted to perfection

Like a nightshade leaf, so innocent at first

With one note I was taken fast

And like a drug wished it would last

Last forever

Feeling oh so strange,

And I’m in the darkness spinning

I think I’m going insane

Since I heard her singin

Adrift with emotions

I’m drawn to the ocean

Is this real,

or just a fool’s fantasy?

The sea is a curtain

The depths uncertain

But for me

she will be worth the wait, worth the wait

and set me free.

Feelin oh so strange

I think I’m goin Insane

Since I heard her singin


I wrote these lyrics about my dad who, after climbing mountains for over 60 years,
developed a neurological condition called peripheral neuropathy which, over the
course of a few years, has resulted in him being confined to a wheelchair in a nursing
home. On one trip to the park I saw his spirits lift for a brief moment as he was
transported out of his chair by the laughter and play of children.

Over fences into trees
the children’s voices carry me
and even though I cannot run
through the open door I join
their laughter
on a quiet street
echoing into the infinite
to grasses green and overrun
while backs ignore the setting sun
I join them in this magic place.

It’s so warm, so warm
these memories and reveries
calm the waters soothe the storm

On the lake and in the stream
the children’s voices carry me
and even though my legs are weak
through the open door I join
their whispers
as they chart a course
past grown up doubt
to the impossible
to desert sand and mountain spire
only they can fly as high
I join them in this magic place.

It’s so warm, so warm
these memories and reveries
calm the waters soothe the storm
It’s so warm , so warm
these memories and reveries
give me strength to carry on.

]

In the cold of winter my sweet love passed through the gate

And every night since she comes to me and always stay late

And I’m still in love with her but

heavy with knowing our fate,

that morning is coming it’s useless to fight

cause she will be gone with the first ray of light

I pray to the night to keep out the day

But morning still takes her, morning still takes her,  takes her away

We dance on the thin edge of time between night and day

It’s a fools paradise but I want it all to stay

She whispers to me and I can’t contain my hearts scream  

 

So hold off the light, my enemy sun

Just one shaft of daylight and I’ll be undone

I pray to the night to keep out the day

But morning still takes her, morning still takes her,  takes her away

She melts in my arms like the first flake of winter’s caress

And she parts the crowd spinning in her silver dress  

And we’re laughing and crying and oh how I’m now a mess    

Cause morning is coming it’s useless to fight

cause she will be gone with the first ray of light

I pray to the night to keep out the day

But morning still takes her, morning still takes her, (x2)  takes her away

]

There’s a place by the fence where the ground just don’t look right

It started as a patch but had grown to twice the size late last night

And the far white picket has turned to brown

And we’re the talk of this little town

There’s somethin goin on around here.

I like my coffee,  sometimes tea

but what’s in my cup looks new to me.

A curious blend so nouveau riche,

but there’s a slick on top and it’s thick beneath.

Where did you get it honey?  I don’t think it’s worth the money.

There’s somethin goin on around here.

 

When the shovel hits the ground there’s a screaming sound

It’s awake again awake again

When tree and stone meet earth and bone

then we shake again, shake again

There’s a shudder from beneath

When the ancients seas,

give up their hold in a suicide

a suicide squeeze below the ground

a suicide squeeze below the ground

 

We got new folks here from all across the nation

And a fools gold that caused this big migration

And last night we felt the rattle and roll

And then woke up to this big sink hole

There’s somethin goin on around here

 

When the shovel hits the ground there’s a screaming sound

It’s awake again wake again

When tree and stone meet earth and bone

then we shake again, shake again

There’s a shudder from beneath

When the ancients seas,

give up their hold in a suicide

a suicide squeeze below the ground

suicide squeeze below the ground

Suicide squeeze, suicide squeeze…

In the room across the line I hear my angel sing’in.

Ev’ry night I hear her voice and through the day it’s ring’in.

But ev’ry time the North wind blows her voice just trails away.

Maybe one day we’ll cross over

And meet face to face

And on that day I will hold her

In a sweet embrace

No guitar or violin just one voice gently swaying.

Through the hollow streets of town her melody is strayin

At times I think the touch of her is in that sad refrain

In the day I’ve  joined her tune, in hopeful invocation

And wafting trails of our duet join in celebration

Then at night we cling with song and bridge that great divide

Maybe one day we’ll cross over

And meet face to face

And on that day I will hold her

In a sweet embrace

Maybe one day we’ll be closer

I can’t give up faith

and on that day I will hold her

in a sweet embrace.

A White bird on an elephant’s back

keeping an eye out for trouble

for so long you have always been saving me

on those nights when the shadows emerge from the rubble

you hear them on the breeze

and sing me to the trees.

 

There are days when the elephant’s back

feels the weight of the struggle

and black flies fill the skies around me

my thick skin gets unbearably thin

when in trouble but

with your beat of wings

I’m sheltered from those things

 

Guarded by love I can do anything

but when you’re gone I end of crumbling.

crumbling…

 

I used to run with the scavengers
howling at night in the summer
our thrill rides under dark skies
kept you away
but when engines roared and rifles cracked I discovered

the thrill was in those things

beneath a pair of wings

 

Guarded by love I can do anything

But when you’re gone I end of crumbling.

Crumbling…

 

You are my white bird.

All day and too many nights

been sittin’ here by the red firelight

but one door is all that stands in the way

between dreaming and leavin.

Headlights at the top of the hill,

last train I can get there still,

gotta cut these roots and pry the lock

cause that night train’s got one last stop.

And nothin’s gonna hold or keep me

no waitin for someone to release me,

and nothin’s gonna hold or keep me

from sayin “goodbye”.

Memories are sown so deep

Locked away within keep

But yesterdays have walled me in

And I’m afraid of leavin

But nothin’s gonna hold or keep me

no waitin for someone to release me,

and nothin’s gonna hold or keep me

from sayin “goodbye”.

Cause I’ve been dreamin of leavin

but delayin sayin “goodbye”.

We met at night on the 4th of July

You were the light and I butterfly

And there were fireworks right from the start

two young souls shining in the dark.

I knew our prospects were so very good

you were my Marian, I your Robin Hood

but expectations were maybe too high

each day can’t be like the fourth of July

fireworks fade as they fall from the sky.

Fireworks fade, fireworks fade

And then somehow, it all went away

The early sparks: embers of gray

Between us, a canyons divide

with me on the left and you on the right

and so far to the other side

But here in this moment now looking back

we were so young the more the earth circled the sun

we would be fine.

Fireworks fade, fireworks fade

But there will be fireworks another day

A few years later, here in the park

my hand in yours, one in the dark

our broken seams mended and sure

all eyes fixed on a trail of light,

as fireworks blaze so unearthly bright.

Fireworks fade, fireworks fade

But there will be fireworks another day

I walk for miles into memory

tracing my footsteps in the past

to find the place I can hide away

where troubles gone and hard to find

in yesterdays I leave it all behind

Deep into valleys of memory

you came and joined me at my side

under the shade of the tallest tree

I’m out of sight and out of mind

where troubles gone and hard to find

in yesterdays I leave it all behind

I’m gone gone gone

here where I belong

We’re in the last days of summer

out on the rooftop back at home

it is a place like no other

I’m out of sight and out of mind

where troubles gone and hard to find

in yesterdays I leave it all behind

I’m gone gone gone

back where I belong

I’m long long gone

here from now on

What goes around comes around….

When all the edges of the moment

scrape at the surface of the skin

I walk for miles into memory

and find myself again

People often wonder

why I look so tired

I’ve been chasing old sweet memories

memories of you scattered and few

I’m chasing them most of the time.

Clouds are now invading

memories once sky blue

midnight visions once in colour

now black and white and fading from sight

I’m chasing them most of the time.

Sometimes I’m lucky,  there in the street,

I see your brown eyes in a child at my feet

carried away in visions of yesterday

and I’m with you one more time.

Featuring

  • Don Macdonald – vocals/violin/guitar/tenor guitar/piano/wurlitzer
  • Mark Spielman – electric bass
  • Rob Fahie – upright bass
  • Steven Parish – drums
  • Austin Parachoniuk – electric guitar/dobro/baritone guitar
  • John Ellis – pedal steel
  • Andre Van Berlo – acoustic guitar
  • Ami Cheon – background vocals
  • Allison Girvan – background vocals
  • Ralf Buschmeyer – electric guitar (Carried, Out of Mind)
  • Dune Macdonald – electric guitar (Sirena)
  • Davis Yates – acoustic guitar (Sirena, White Bird)
  • Darren Mahe – electric guitar (Fireworks)
  • Paul Landsberg – electric guitar (Chasing Visions)
  • Dylan Ferris – mandolin (Fireworks)
  • Rob Funk – background vocals (Sweet Embrace)
  • Produced by Don Macdonald
  • Mixed by and mastered by Havelock John Tucker


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