The story is at www.iburymydead.com
THE CHILD WITH THE BEAUTIFUL NAME
What remains of an eagle that's fallen
The roots of an oak tree now claim
To draw sap for the shade for the cattle
O're the child with the beautiful name
The law…
The story is at www.iburymydead.com
THE CHILD WITH THE BEAUTIFUL NAME
What remains of an eagle that's fallen
The roots of an oak tree now claim
To draw sap for the shade for the cattle
O're the child with the beautiful name
The law…
I first heard this song yesterday when I was listening to you reading "I bury my dead", and I immediately loved it. I'm sure I would have loved it without hearing the story too, but it sure adds a lot of meaning and depths to it.
Great work, James!
This song tells about a guy I know named Gene.
GENE
Gene had a girlfriend
The band would play and they would dance
She was tall and Gene was tall
A lovely late romance
They'd smile and hold each other
They'd sit and share a drink
Holding…
> First there was Spring Time. Then there was Summer.
> Then there was Autumn.
>
> And then there was Winter. Her daddy mowed lawns
> She was a smart little doll
> River loved Winter. His dad was a singer
> But River…
Dad wanted me to write him some funeral music. This is it. He's still alive at 91 and sings this song to himself and tears come to his eyes. I have a video of Dad and me singing a duet of this song.
EULOGY
He grew up in Clinton, Oklahoma…
Dad wanted me to write him some funeral music. This is it. He's still alive at 91 and sings this song to himself and tears come to his eyes. I have a video of Dad and me singing a duet of this song.
EULOGY
He grew up in Clinton, Oklahoma…
I REMEMBER THEM
Capo @ 5 in C (F)
C CM7 C CM7
I stare at a picture of you and me thirty years ago
G C CM7
Sitting on the porch at a cheap motel in Midland
C CM7 FM7
Glad I didn't know way back then what I didn't know
G C CM7
Stars in…
I REMEMBER THEM
Capo @ 5 in C (F)
C CM7 C CM7
I stare at a picture of you and me thirty years ago
G C CM7
Sitting on the porch at a cheap motel in Midland
C CM7 FM7
Glad I didn't know way back then what I didn't know
G C CM7
Stars in…
Yeah, I know.
I can't understand it either.
TESLA
Who invented remote control? TESLA
Who invented the fluorescent light? TESLA
Who invented the radio? TESLA
And who died alone and forgotten in 1943? TESLA
So, you say now, “Don’t be…
I REMEMBER THEM
Capo @ 5 in C (F)
C CM7 C CM7
I stare at a picture of you and me thirty years ago
G C CM7
Sitting on the porch at a cheap motel in Midland
C CM7 FM7
Glad I didn't know way back then what I didn't know
G C CM7
Stars in…
I REMEMBER THEM
Capo @ 5 in C (F)
C CM7 C CM7
I stare at a picture of you and me thirty years ago
G C CM7
Sitting on the porch at a cheap motel in Midland
C CM7 FM7
Glad I didn't know way back then what I didn't know
G C CM7
Stars in…
I REMEMBER THEM
Capo @ 5 in C (F)
C CM7 C CM7
I stare at a picture of you and me thirty years ago
G C CM7
Sitting on the porch at a cheap motel in Midland
C CM7 FM7
Glad I didn't know way back then what I didn't know
G C CM7
Stars in…
I REMEMBER THEM
Capo @ 5 in C (F)
C CM7 C CM7
I stare at a picture of you and me thirty years ago
G C CM7
Sitting on the porch at a cheap motel in Midland
C CM7 FM7
Glad I didn't know way back then what I didn't know
G C CM7
Stars in…
I REMEMBER THEM
Capo @ 5 in C (F)
C CM7 C CM7
I stare at a picture of you and me thirty years ago
G C CM7
Sitting on the porch at a cheap motel in Midland
C CM7 FM7
Glad I didn't know way back then what I didn't know
G C CM7
Stars in…
It's great the way you remember so many of the details of your life.
You so beautifully weave bits of memory into a story cloth. Every line holds my attention always waiting for your next thought.
Thanks again for sharing your amazingly human and heartfelt stories.
I REMEMBER THEM
Capo @ 5 in C (F)
C CM7 C CM7
I stare at a picture of you and me thirty years ago
G C CM7
Sitting on the porch at a cheap motel in Midland
C CM7 FM7
Glad I didn't know way back then what I didn't know
G C CM7
Stars in…
Song well done and voice good. Guitar and chords very nice. Not sure about the way words fit, or something, sounds too much like a commercial. Just a collection of facts.
MOTHER'S EYES
I used to chide my mother
She saw the loss in every face
The cemetery. The old folks home
along the way
I used to laugh at Mother
She saw the pain in every eye
Now time has passed
and Mom is gone and here am I
And…
I wrote to my children, my answer. I told the how I watched them thru the window and enjoyed them in ways they never knew. How seeing them learn and succeed at their efforts was such pleasure to me. How discovering who they were by the talents and generosity they exhibited made me happy...The first response I got was from Embyr, now a registered nurse, mother of 4, just said, "Jim, you were mean."
Sat 11:38 PM
Christopher sent Yesterday at 11:38 PM
I listened to Kite a bunch of times, trying to think how it could be improved (it can’t be), and it occurred to me that Ben Franklin flew a key. That part of the story had never occurred to me as important before. But it’s like he was trying to unlock something.
Maybe he tried it on a clear day and let the kite rise to where he couldn’t see it. That’d be a different experiment altogether. Christopher Youngblood
The story our song that night (Songwriter night, Tuesday, at The Post, where we would divide up into groups and have a new song ready to perform in one hour) was about railroads and a girl from San Antone. When I got home I had the Tejas/Chaos…
Love the piano. Love the brevity, and the words themselves. Love "voice like confetti"! I get more about her story from the music itself. The words set it up beautifully. But the music, the back up, the energy had me seeing those waves, and sensing the sleeping fish beneath! Love the "tip" of another story, her buying l ip gloss in NYC. Love that that is all that you gave.
Seen by Gwyn at 12:20 PM
Gwyn Henry
I BUY GUITARS
Em
One man might buy cigarettes and waste it all in smoke
Another marijuana and share a friendly toke
Am
Another, with more money, might invest in antique cars
Em
I buy guitars
A man might buy a baseball card
Keep it…
I have posted far too many wafty and generally pleasant songs. Time for something a bit more dark and malevolent - back to the dark side......
Lyrics:
I’m gonna wait until you are happy again And be waiting for you
I’m gonna wait until…
Another soothing, kind of playful fingerpicking tune, in something like E minor.
I had intended to put some lyrics over the rhythm track, but then I was having fun with the lead and decided to just keep it this way for now. Maybe another version…
My attempt at this super fun sea shanty!
This is an old New Zealand whaling song. The popular recent version was recorded a cappella by The Longest Johns. I'm using the chords suggested by Piotrek_G on ultimate-guitar.
Edit: re-uploaded…
A bit of wah lead to a song......
As the clouds start to break the suns on the run again
Keeping all that rain at bay
I’ve had enough of this damn lockdown
I want out, I want to live and have some fun again
Come on sun shine down on me…
She lies alone. She's crying.
The truth hit her like a rock
A rock thrown thru her window
The window to her heart
His eyes told her a story
And she believed it, every word
She made plans to leave forever
Her time was over on this earth…
Written for a song challenge. We were given the theme of a name found on an item, carved on a tree, on a street sign - whatever. Then off we raced all in our different directions, just to see where different songwriters would end up. I chose to…
When I was young we lived opposite a big play area - lots of grass and trees and bushes to rampage around - and in the middle a tarmac playground with the "amusements" - a witches hat (aka umbrella), a long rocking horse with saddles along its…
Ashes and dragon's breath - bright things in the sky, childhood games, battlegrounds, cemeteries.
Lyrics:
Long long days, summer holidays, staying up late
green wood on the bonfire, we danced around the flames
street lights and stars…
Ashes and dragon's breath - bright things in the sky, childhood games, battlegrounds, cemeteries.
Lyrics:
Long long days, summer holidays, staying up late
green wood on the bonfire, we danced around the flames
street lights and stars…
Summer In The Wind was written by me and recorded by the Ninja Broilers (myself and my sister). It is dedicated to our mum. A song of sad goodbyes and new beginnings.
This is one of our first "international collaborations" - so the production…
Comments on James Michael Taylor's stuff
this is just beautiful...lovely vocals...guitar solo in sundown mode...sweet indeed
I first heard this song yesterday when I was listening to you reading "I bury my dead", and I immediately loved it. I'm sure I would have loved it without hearing the story too, but it sure adds a lot of meaning and depths to it. Great work, James!
Hey, that's an unexpected style from you. Nice old-school (60s) feel.
You are a proof for my conviction that a good lyric is a requirement for a good song. All your lyrics are great IMO, and so are your songs.
interesting song,,,very nice story telling,, i think i'll need to listen a few more times
Great great James. I like the picture you took of him thru the window on FB.
Wonderful that you got to do this while he's still around to appreciate it!
This is really beautifully done.
Well, at least you know who you are, that's a lot more than some.
Great song James!
Love it James!
Dig it! Oh yeah.... LG
Beautiful song, Jim.
honesty and info rolled into a nice melodic thread. enjoyed very much. Telsa. thanks JMT!
Right on, I would say.
Good stuff, James!
It's great the way you remember so many of the details of your life. You so beautifully weave bits of memory into a story cloth. Every line holds my attention always waiting for your next thought. Thanks again for sharing your amazingly human and heartfelt stories.
I can relate to this. Good one Al
Song well done and voice good. Guitar and chords very nice. Not sure about the way words fit, or something, sounds too much like a commercial. Just a collection of facts.
love the stumbling drunk feel to the bass and drums great vocal
Comments made by James Michael Taylor
I wrote to my children, my answer. I told the how I watched them thru the window and enjoyed them in ways they never knew. How seeing them learn and succeed at their efforts was such pleasure to me. How discovering who they were by the talents and generosity they exhibited made me happy...The first response I got was from Embyr, now a registered nurse, mother of 4, just said, "Jim, you were mean."
Sat 11:38 PM Christopher sent Yesterday at 11:38 PM I listened to Kite a bunch of times, trying to think how it could be improved (it can’t be), and it occurred to me that Ben Franklin flew a key. That part of the story had never occurred to me as important before. But it’s like he was trying to unlock something. Maybe he tried it on a clear day and let the kite rise to where he couldn’t see it. That’d be a different experiment altogether. Christopher Youngblood
Love the piano. Love the brevity, and the words themselves. Love "voice like confetti"! I get more about her story from the music itself. The words set it up beautifully. But the music, the back up, the energy had me seeing those waves, and sensing the sleeping fish beneath! Love the "tip" of another story, her buying l ip gloss in NYC. Love that that is all that you gave. Seen by Gwyn at 12:20 PM Gwyn Henry
"Love this! That last verse... ummm hmmmmm." Gwyn Henry
Could you please add the lyrics. I'm a bit hard of hearing and I'm missing some words.
Great guitar sound. You write great "throw-away songs."
What a great groove (with Beatle fragments).
My mother had dementia:https://alonetone.com/jamesmichaeltaylor/tracks/mama-has-a-time-machine
It might be silly but that's great rhythm track.
I like the bendy-swooniness of this..
Fresh and lively...trying to pick along...
Love it!
Gitty Up!
Been there with my parents...so sad.
"Unbelievable..., unbuckled my jaw." Christopher Youngblood
This song makes me want to share a song of mine with you:https://alonetone.com/jamesmichaeltaylor/playlists/cushions/the-couch-022815-1
You are the female Pete Seeger. Talking is singing and singing is talking.
You are my new favorite singer/songwriter. I want to know everything about you.
Another gem. A picture book...
Another beautiful piece. I want to listen to everything you have written.