Over the hill and over the dale,
  And over the bourn to Dawlish--
Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale
  And gingerbread nuts are smallish.

Rantipole Betty she ran down a hill
  And kicked up her petticoats fairly;
Says I I'll be Jack if you will be Gill--
  So she sat on the grass debonairly.

Here's somebody coming, here's somebody coming!
  Says I 'tis the wind at a parley;
So without any fuss any hawing and humming
  She lay on the grass debonairly.

Here's somebody here and here's somebody there!
  Says I hold your tongue you young Gipsy;
So she held her tongue and lay plump and fair
  And dead as a Venus tipsy.

O who wouldn't hie to Dawlish fair,
  O who wouldn't stop in a Meadow,
O who would not rumple the daisies there
  And make the wild fern for a bed do!

John Keats

Dawlish Fair

Melancholy Sunday

when we speak, I do not talk too loud (Thank You Jeremy)

wrote a tune over the end by shlohmo xx
enjoy <33

the end (remix)

She likes roses was based on a true story.

She Likes Roses(demo)

breathless

Borderline (demo)

Last Christmas By Wham cover

not the best vocals, but I gotta start somewhere

Lyrics:
Last Christmas I gave my heart
The very next day you gave it away
This year to save me tears I'll give it to someone special (2x)

I remember in December when we fell in love
To me you're perfect, there's nothing I could judge
Tell me baby, are you reminiscing?
The way you'd hold me kept my heart racing
Take me back my lover know that we're meant to be
Could tell just by the way that you'd make my heart beat
I need you tonight, Right here by my side
Who knows baby just maybe next year there could be you and I

Last Christmas I gave you my heart
The very next day you gave it away
this year to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special (2x)

Last EX-MAS

G is for the Green Hills outside of California

Written, recorded and mixed by Wolfgang Hunter
Lyrics by Wolfgang Hunter and Max Meyers

I do not know myself 
I’m Running, runnin, runnin away 
Before you get me on video 
I drew blood from a stone 
Now Everyone got something to say 
I used to get it in the daily mail
My eyes are set on the centerfold, a corner store, automatic criminal, a figure I am taking out 

“Be not afraid” she said 
I heard that you could run the mile
Well I can make a pop song anytime 
You should have all my kids and maybe something else 
I Weave my hands through her hair 
I don’t mind but tell me Are we getting busy in the back of your new sedan ?
Cause I wrote a different story in my head

I got tunnel vision, but I don’t see it quick 
I got tunnel vision 
x2

Never, ever get an animal 
It’s no fun 
Never, ever get an animal 
It’s no fun 
Whenever we were getting intimate 
We held some scars from each other
Never, ever get an animal 
When there’s no love for eachother

I am no better now 
I’m running, runnin , runnin away 
I gotta get the hell outta here
Can’t keep me down with the best of your clothes
I’ve done some thinking behind the wheel 
in our rise, well find our ground
I think I’ll make it on video 
When I leave you’ll see
I took the heavier ones

I got tunnel vision, but I don’t see it quick 
I got tunnel vision 
x2

Methods for Winning a Woman (Ft. Max Meyers)

Up In The Clouds

Instagram: @mac.wav 

Email: macmacluisluis@gmail.com

Official releases: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4JCQObAcWBCWhhdoyigRDQ?si=iLJRO0GnRQuKKvx3fmObzQ

Borderline (demo)

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