SOLITARY WALK
I am a child of Judah
and the mark of Cain is on me
I am a fugitive in every place I go.
and my name is Joseph Friedman
and I tend the olive orchards
on a hillside just a short walk from my home.
There, the silver trunks…
After reading the book: The Immortal Life of Henryetta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot. Google HeLa cells and you'll get the whole story. The most famous cell line EVER.
RUN HeLa RUN
Her name was Henryetta Lacks but she never knew
Her family finally…
PAGAN MAN
Pagan man in a pagan land
You need britches britches
Sell 'em to the Indian
Trade 'em to the Indian
Dump 'em on the Indian
Pagan man in a pagan land
You need horses, horses
Sell 'em to the Indian
Trade 'em to the Indian…
Trying to channel some of my favorite pre-Apocalypse music.SOME KIND OF LOVE - capo @ 2 play in Key of C
VERSE 1 - It’s so easy in the middle of the night to fall into SOME KIND OF LOVE.
A boy and a girl can forget the whole world when the…
M E L I S S A Key of G
G C G G D G
These are letters I like to say: M E L I S S A
These are notes I like to play: M E L I S S A
D C G
Letters that sparkle. Notes that jingle
D C G
Make…
M E L I S S A Key of G
G C G G D G
These are letters I like to say: M E L I S S A
These are notes I like to play: M E L I S S A
D C G
Letters that sparkle. Notes that jingle
D C G
Make…
Pete Thompson on percussion and Angie Thompson on bass. Produced with Pete 123112
HAIRCUT
They sent me a letter. A ticket to ride
Portland to Frisco on that Big Overnight
Brand new clothes. New pants and new shirt
Brand new boots to kick…
This originated as a poem sent to me by Rose Kampton, morning the loss of her father. I turned it into a prayer and put music to it. Then when Brook drowned it became something altogether else.
(c) 1990 Royal T Muaic
Peggy taught me an Eagles song toward the end off our life together. I think it was NEW BOY IN TOWN. (I had no idea what she was telling me.) I took the chord progression from that song and wrote this. Peggy said that was cheating.
WATERMELON…
Peggy taught me an Eagles song toward the end off our life together. I think it was NEW BOY IN TOWN. (I had no idea what she was telling me.) I took the chord progression from that song and wrote this. Peggy said that was cheating.
WATERMELON…
This originated as a poem sent to me by Rose Kampton, morning the loss of her father. I turned it into a prayer and put music to it. Then when Brook drowned it became something altogether else.
(c) 1990 Royal T Muaic
Pete Thompson on percussion and Angie Thompson on bass. Produced with Pete 123112
HAIRCUT
They sent me a letter. A ticket to ride
Portland to Frisco on that Big Overnight
Brand new clothes. New pants and new shirt
Brand new boots to kick…
Pete Thompson on percussion and Angie Thompson on bass. Produced with Pete 123112
HAIRCUT
They sent me a letter. A ticket to ride
Portland to Frisco on that Big Overnight
Brand new clothes. New pants and new shirt
Brand new boots to kick…
Pete Thompson on percussion and Angie Thompson on bass. Produced with Pete 123112
HAIRCUT
They sent me a letter. A ticket to ride
Portland to Frisco on that Big Overnight
Brand new clothes. New pants and new shirt
Brand new boots to kick…
Pete Thompson on percussion and Angie Thompson on bass. Produced with Pete 123112
HAIRCUT
They sent me a letter. A ticket to ride
Portland to Frisco on that Big Overnight
Brand new clothes. New pants and new shirt
Brand new boots to kick…
Pete Thompson on percussion and Angie Thompson on bass. Produced with Pete 123112
HAIRCUT
They sent me a letter. A ticket to ride
Portland to Frisco on that Big Overnight
Brand new clothes. New pants and new shirt
Brand new boots to kick…
Pete Thompson on percussion and Angie Thompson on bass. Produced with Pete 123112
HAIRCUT
They sent me a letter. A ticket to ride
Portland to Frisco on that Big Overnight
Brand new clothes. New pants and new shirt
Brand new boots to kick…
Pete Thompson on percussion and Angie Thompson on bass. Produced with Pete 123112
HAIRCUT
They sent me a letter. A ticket to ride
Portland to Frisco on that Big Overnight
Brand new clothes. New pants and new shirt
Brand new boots to kick…
EDIT 2017-09-02: MIDI guitars and drums were replaced with real instruments.
Lyrics, Vocal Melody: Kim Noble
Electric Guitars: Uli Lang
Acoustic Guitars: James Fraser
Bass: Jean Lui Toudou
Drums: Nick Anderson
Original Music & Production…
Lyrics: Mike Graszyk
Vocals, Vocal Melody: Jessica Rasche
Guitars: Derek Barlas
Bass: George Schiessl
Drums: Ole Kirkeby
Original Music & Production: Steffen Offermann
I really like this song. Especially the vocal. Sad Rock! But...there are places it's so far back into the mix that I can't tell what she is saying.
AND...thanks for listening to my music.
Snow on the ground. Wind and temperatures below zero. It's time for another coffee table evening.
Recorded live around my coffee table with:
Mark Lofgren - Lead Guitar & Harmony
Colleen Dillon- Ukelele & Harmony
Greg Connor…
No, I never wrote the song, but always thought I would begin the song with the sound of my 12 guage shotgun as I open the action.
Gunshots and clapping are very hard to record. But there are plenty of places to go grab a sample.
Snow on the ground. Wind and temperatures below zero. It's time for another coffee table evening.
Recorded live around my coffee table with:
Mark Lofgren - Lead Guitar & Harmony
Colleen Dillon- Ukelele & Harmony
Greg Connor…
You commented on my song I KEEP MY RADIO ON. You also added, "I once had someone call me selling a security system. I told them “I don’t need it.” They will only come in here once." Did you write that song?
Em
Well, some folks got big noses
Some folks got big ass
Some folks stand out in the aisle
Make it hard to pass
Am
Some folks got money
Em
They say, “That’s just how it goes.”
B7 A
They make it hard for folks like me
Am Em
To keep…
There is nothing like the presence of a horse. The quiet understanding. The gentle strength.
Woodlake, California...1961. I had a horse. She was my friend.
There were times in my teens when Babe was the only being that did not judge me…
Jon Hogan said - You are a master of your art. It's the auditory equivalent of a bracing Charley Russel, or a fine Rembrandt, or a poem by Keats or a short story by Hemingway; like these, you have become a master of your art.
There is nothing like the presence of a horse. The quiet understanding. The gentle strength.
Woodlake, California...1961. I had a horse. She was my friend.
There were times in my teens when Babe was the only being that did not judge me…
Jon Hogan said - We were speachless after it was over, up to about the count of ten. We were staring at each other, such a mix of feelings.... then we both laughed out loud to keep from crying. Mindblowing is all I can really think to say, simply mindblowing.
There is nothing like the presence of a horse. The quiet understanding. The gentle strength.
Woodlake, California...1961. I had a horse. She was my friend.
There were times in my teens when Babe was the only being that did not judge me…
There's another plane that I'll ride
and only I know where I'm going
and without reason I can't think
and your lies won't let me sleep.
This early morning sunshine
gets sucked into the wall
where perhaps we might draw from it
when we are…
This song was written after I had watched a documentary about Jonestown, which featured music from their choir. They were very talented and I couldn't help wondering if any of them had survived. I'd like to think that there were a couple of 'em…
I decided to keep working on this one a bit on the "keep messing with it" program.... added some backing vocals and some piano.... kind of like where its heading after the one take wonder before... Any other suggestions are very welcome…
I wrote this song about 2 years ago and shared it here on Alonetone back then. I decided to do a studio recording of it recently. With the help of the team at F5 Soundhouse here in Minneapolis we've created this updated version. I hope you enjoy…
Comments on James Michael Taylor's stuff
gunny's wet dreams.
Amazing, love it!
I like this one
Love how these words come together. Fun way to describe modern relationships.
great to listen to this as I start the day! Thanks, JMT G:)
WOW A HAPPY POWERFUL SONG LOVE IT
Cool song, very nice.
Love to listen to Jim.
Beauty done beautifully.
Beautiful James. Harold Amsterdam
Great lyric,And that guitar is sounding real good. Good song.
I sooo love your voice and your music...this is so beautiful.
This is really beautiful!
Superb lyrics. Wonderful song.
Great story telling. Love it
Enjoyed this :)
Great thoughtful song!
Yep, thats the way of it.
so good lyrics james!
another great work here ...
Comments made by James Michael Taylor
I find this very soothing. I like the way you build it and then take it back to the theme before taking it on out.
This is really peppy. Like the snappyness of the midi stuff. Maybe I'll try some midi guitar.
I really like this song. Especially the vocal. Sad Rock! But...there are places it's so far back into the mix that I can't tell what she is saying. AND...thanks for listening to my music.
Strange how you have such happy music with such sad story.
Acoustic Tull. Love it.
Very good lyric and delivery. Please put your words up.
No, I never wrote the song, but always thought I would begin the song with the sound of my 12 guage shotgun as I open the action. Gunshots and clapping are very hard to record. But there are plenty of places to go grab a sample.
You commented on my song I KEEP MY RADIO ON. You also added, "I once had someone call me selling a security system. I told them “I don’t need it.” They will only come in here once." Did you write that song?
Morgan Lindley said - That is awesome. Next time you see me I'll be playing that song. I'm stoked you have a tab for it
Jon Hogan said - You are a master of your art. It's the auditory equivalent of a bracing Charley Russel, or a fine Rembrandt, or a poem by Keats or a short story by Hemingway; like these, you have become a master of your art.
Jon Hogan said - We were speachless after it was over, up to about the count of ten. We were staring at each other, such a mix of feelings.... then we both laughed out loud to keep from crying. Mindblowing is all I can really think to say, simply mindblowing.
Maria Moss said - Oh yeah. We stopped typing on our laptops and just listened. And then we both went "oh yeah!"
Sooooo relaxing...
Very soothing.
Boy, this is a wake up. Love the energy.
Immediately captures the harshness. The unpredictability of it.
Been there.
I've got no monopoly on clever... Especially like, "Is there nothing you believe in that could not withstand a scrutinous review?"
Nice wake-up song. Like the harmonies.
Enjoying this again. Such a fine song. So well done.