Key - G
People had been requesting this song for years. I decided to write it.
It's the most requested song in Tarrant county
It's a song that I had never heard before
But I always try to sing the songs folks ask for
and that' for sure…
Key - G
People had been requesting this song for years. I decided to write it.
It's the most requested song in Tarrant county
It's a song that I had never heard before
But I always try to sing the songs folks ask for
and that' for sure…
A song for my friend, Eric. Eric changed his diet and drank some green gunk every day and he's cancer went into remission. It's 12 years later and last time we talked he said it was all back...now. He hasn't called in a while. I assume he has died.
....another Peggy dream.
She tiptoes to my room
She leans over my bed
And she kisses me
I leave my doors unlocked
so she can come to me
When she misses me
And I pretend that I'm asleep
But that's not easy
When she kisses me...
Dang, well 1st off , I see you've been churnin' out tha Christmas ditties, Good fer You...
Likin' this tune, cool twist at tha end. Did'nt see that 1 comin'...
c):~)
Randy Brown and I did a little co-write this evening and this is what we came up with...
I MISTOOK IT FOR THE MOON Capo @ 2 Key D (Play in C positions)
I was coasting across West Texas/Had my top down, it was late at night
I caught a coyote…
Randy Brown and I did a little co-write this evening and this is what we came up with...
I MISTOOK IT FOR THE MOON Capo @ 2 Key D (Play in C positions)
I was coasting across West Texas/Had my top down, it was late at night
I caught a coyote…
Randy Brown and I did a little co-write this evening and this is what we came up with...
I MISTOOK IT FOR THE MOON Capo @ 2 Key D (Play in C positions)
I was coasting across West Texas/Had my top down, it was late at night
I caught a coyote…
Randy Brown and I did a little co-write this evening and this is what we came up with...
I MISTOOK IT FOR THE MOON Capo @ 2 Key D (Play in C positions)
I was coasting across West Texas/Had my top down, it was late at night
I caught a coyote…
....another Peggy dream.
She tiptoes to my room
She leans over my bed
And she kisses me
I leave my doors unlocked
so she can come to me
When she misses me
And I pretend that I'm asleep
But that's not easy
When she kisses me...
....another Peggy dream.
She tiptoes to my room
She leans over my bed
And she kisses me
I leave my doors unlocked
so she can come to me
When she misses me
And I pretend that I'm asleep
But that's not easy
When she kisses me...
This story is a poem sent to me by Lesley Sawyer from a blog on her MySpace site and I put it to music and am posting it so she can hear it and maybe see if it's alright. We don't know who wrote the poem. If anybody does please tell me. j mt
"Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling..."
SOMEWHERE
G capo @ 2 - live @ 4
Somewhere between the summer and the winter
The leaves between the tree tops and the fall
Somewhere between my heart and circled letters
Somewhere…
"Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling..."
SOMEWHERE
G capo @ 2 - live @ 4
Somewhere between the summer and the winter
The leaves between the tree tops and the fall
Somewhere between my heart and circled letters
Somewhere…
"Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling..."
SOMEWHERE
G capo @ 2 - live @ 4
Somewhere between the summer and the winter
The leaves between the tree tops and the fall
Somewhere between my heart and circled letters
Somewhere…
"Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling..."
SOMEWHERE
G capo @ 2 - live @ 4
Somewhere between the summer and the winter
The leaves between the tree tops and the fall
Somewhere between my heart and circled letters
Somewhere…
"Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling..."
SOMEWHERE
G capo @ 2 - live @ 4
Somewhere between the summer and the winter
The leaves between the tree tops and the fall
Somewhere between my heart and circled letters
Somewhere…
I'm amazed again at your dexterity for touching my heart with your songs of loss and unrequited love. After listening to this song I had to take a deep breath to regain my footing. Thanks for sharing once again with us JMT.
"Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling..."
SOMEWHERE
G capo @ 2 - live @ 4
Somewhere between the summer and the winter
The leaves between the tree tops and the fall
Somewhere between my heart and circled letters
Somewhere…
This is all me...
VOICES
There is something deep inside that wants to laugh and cry
Something that would like to tell it's story
There is something deep inside that wants to dance and wants to fly
Maybe you would guess it's called the…
This is all me...
VOICES
There is something deep inside that wants to laugh and cry
Something that would like to tell it's story
There is something deep inside that wants to dance and wants to fly
Maybe you would guess it's called the…
Maia was from Georgia. The Georgia that was part of the the USSR. She drew pictures of her sisters. She lived on orange juice and tea. (Horns by my brother, John.)
MEETING MAIA
Where the tram stops in front of the Van Gough Museum, I waited…
James Michael Taylor
I remember that we walked and talked and walked and talked like...how many miles. One of my favorite conversation, ever...and how upset the waitress was when she found we only had enough money for appetizers. Then, when we finally got back to your apartment, we had orang juice and you showed me your paintings...
Maia was from Georgia. The Georgia that was part of the the USSR. She drew pictures of her sisters. She lived on orange juice and tea. (Horns by my brother, John.)
MEETING MAIA
Where the tram stops in front of the Van Gough Museum, I waited…
Maia wrote, February of 2024 - From Spain, "Stone Borani" (J. According to Saramago) from the shooting he went to Amsterdam and then went to Texas.
James' friend asked me to guide him around Amsterdam.
We met at the Van Gogh museum. We talk more than we meet...
It was a long, honest and interesting conversation...
Like everyone else, I've experienced highlights from other days that I'll never forget and probably worth saying.
James Michael Taylor later dedicated a song to this single but unforgettable encounter or conversation...
James Michael Taylor was a great pleasure having nice, honest and interesting chat. Still remember.
3:08
MEETING MAIA 061011 - COUNTER
This is all me...
VOICES
There is something deep inside that wants to laugh and cry
Something that would like to tell it's story
There is something deep inside that wants to dance and wants to fly
Maybe you would guess it's called the…
LISA MAKES APPOINTMENTS
Capo @ 3 in C
C stepping down G
Lisa makes appointments for her friends to come and cry
She’s got a comfy shoulder and an empathetic sigh
Am. F. Am. F
Lisa’s…
BEAVERS AND WILLOWS
Capo @ 5 in C
FCG FC FCFG
F C G F C
Like beavers and willows
Bats and mosquitos
F) Toad C) frogs and F) flies (G
DA DA - E Am G C
Algae and oil spills
Shovels and coal hills
Black holes…
About "If I'd Been A Lutheran *"
Dodie told me not to use her real name.
C Csus C Csus
C Csus C
If I had been a Lutheran I might have married
Csus
Dodie Harris…
CATFISH FISHIN'
a song by my buddie,
Guthrie Kennard
Three days of rain
Mud between my toes
First day of sun
Cut me a cain pole
I’m goin’ catfish fishin’
I’m goin’ catfish fishin
Catfish I’m fishin
Catfish fish fishin’
Lilly…
Ashley and I had been talking...
I recorded this with Pete Thompson out at Texas Central. Pete did the drums, percussion and bass. I'm not happy with my guitar and vocals but too excited getting it off the page to wait. I'll update it when…
Lazarus Knight
It has a nice bounce. It is original but with a slight "Lost in Margaritaville" vine. I like the arrangement! How many harmony parts was that?
FOR A PENNY
From the moment Toy saw the light
he was the center of attention.
In a room full of sunlight and 'Welcome,"
he was a new dimension.
Tiny traveler, arriving wet
Peggy hardly breaking a sweat
Toy was born in the middle of the…
FOR A PENNY
From the moment Toy saw the light
he was the center of attention.
In a room full of sunlight and 'Welcome,"
he was a new dimension.
Tiny traveler, arriving wet
Peggy hardly breaking a sweat
Toy was born in the middle of the…
ROCKING CHAIR
Well, I got one on the porch and I got one in the den
And just enough umph for the condition I'm in
I sit myself down and close my tired eyes
And I lean back. Go for a ride. "Rocking chair."
I rock off to sleep and I dream…
ROCKING CHAIR
Well, I got one on the porch and I got one in the den
And just enough umph for the condition I'm in
I sit myself down and close my tired eyes
And I lean back. Go for a ride. "Rocking chair."
I rock off to sleep and I dream…
Just thinking about Happiness. Thinking about how she said she was leaving because she wanted to be happy.
HAPPY Key - C walking down...
Happy is the anvil as the hammer strikes the blade
A fleeting spark that fades as the memory is made…
Just thinking about Happiness. Thinking about how she said she was leaving because she wanted to be happy.
HAPPY Key - C walking down...
Happy is the anvil as the hammer strikes the blade
A fleeting spark that fades as the memory is made…
KAMP KERR
Well, I ain't no hero. I'm just trying to survive
Me and Cindy, we just staying alive
We got a hurt in our heart and a tear in our eye
But, we ain't heroes
There's a small-town constable, he likes to play cop
So he bought a…
NO NEW LOVE
Ain't no new love like an old love in this town
Ain't no new love like an old love to take and turn my heart around
Stop it on a dime when you said that you'd be mine
Ain't no new love like an old love in my heart
Ain't no…
Robert Hayden wrote:My God is there no end to your creative ability. Musician, story teller, actor to name a few. No new love is a masterpiece. Part whimsey, part art, part time machine. A wonderful work my friend.
This song is akin to REMEMBERING BABE. Another night to Keren's. Almost got caught by the cops. Saw 'em coming so Babe and I hid in the olive orchard until they turned off the spot light and left. THEN, I did what came to be called my Night Ride…
This song is akin to REMEMBERING BABE. Another night to Keren's. Almost got caught by the cops. Saw 'em coming so Babe and I hid in the olive orchard until they turned off the spot light and left. THEN, I did what came to be called my Night Ride thru Woodlake. Dad suspected it was me. Galloping down one street off Main at 3 AM got the attention of a few.
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…
Comments on James Michael Taylor's stuff
Loving your voice thanks
Oh, and on a lighter note ..... This is great, love it!!
So sad, JM. What are we going to do with you? I thought your backing there was perfect for the track. Just lovely.
Dang, well 1st off , I see you've been churnin' out tha Christmas ditties, Good fer You... Likin' this tune, cool twist at tha end. Did'nt see that 1 comin'... c):~)
Beautiful lyric and chord progression - love the female vocal and background harmonies and the overall sentiment of the piece - well done!
A beauty of a track!
Ah another gem from the master story-teller.
always a great story line....happy turkey day
Wow. Thanks. That was an unexpected ending.
Damn, I gotta go trade my coffee in for a beer.
Oh so poignant JM.
Well, I'm not going to slag off Ruth, after all, she came out good in the end!
Oh, I love your backing vocals.
Great,I love song.Keep up good work
Great song and lyrics....sooo soothing to listen to.
Beauitiful... simply beautiful.
Eric Swartz needs a great country song like this in his show. And...it's so true.
I'm amazed again at your dexterity for touching my heart with your songs of loss and unrequited love. After listening to this song I had to take a deep breath to regain my footing. Thanks for sharing once again with us JMT.
I like it. It has JMT written all over it. Wish you could loan me some of that ability that seems to come so easy for your brain but so hard for mine.
Are you from Portland Oregon? Did you have a brother named Joe and a nephew named Joe-Ben?
Comments made by James Michael Taylor
Fantastic! Way cool. - LeAnna M Christian
Fantastic. - Way cool - LeAnna M Christian
James Michael Taylor I remember that we walked and talked and walked and talked like...how many miles. One of my favorite conversation, ever...and how upset the waitress was when she found we only had enough money for appetizers. Then, when we finally got back to your apartment, we had orang juice and you showed me your paintings...
Maia wrote, February of 2024 - From Spain, "Stone Borani" (J. According to Saramago) from the shooting he went to Amsterdam and then went to Texas. James' friend asked me to guide him around Amsterdam. We met at the Van Gogh museum. We talk more than we meet... It was a long, honest and interesting conversation... Like everyone else, I've experienced highlights from other days that I'll never forget and probably worth saying. James Michael Taylor later dedicated a song to this single but unforgettable encounter or conversation... James Michael Taylor was a great pleasure having nice, honest and interesting chat. Still remember. 3:08 MEETING MAIA 061011 - COUNTER
Carlene Lloyd - WoW!
"A song I should be singing." Laz, "Absolutely."
LeeAnne m Christian -I listened 2 all of Shorts- really like!
Leanne M Christian - Aah, nice flow.
That was cool -Denise Albright
Lazarus Knight It has a nice bounce. It is original but with a slight "Lost in Margaritaville" vine. I like the arrangement! How many harmony parts was that?
Just listened. Such a beauty of a song and son. You both are Truly Blessed. Thanks - Connie Ramsey
Connie Ramsey - Such a beauty of a song and son.
Candy Davis What a soothing, tender, poignant song! I love it. ❤
Leslie Young - I like that a lot.
Wow. Phil Hennen
Words come from you like an underground spring , constantly flowing . Karen Lee
"Wow!" Phillip Hennen
Robert Hayden wrote:My God is there no end to your creative ability. Musician, story teller, actor to name a few. No new love is a masterpiece. Part whimsey, part art, part time machine. A wonderful work my friend.
This song is akin to REMEMBERING BABE. Another night to Keren's. Almost got caught by the cops. Saw 'em coming so Babe and I hid in the olive orchard until they turned off the spot light and left. THEN, I did what came to be called my Night Ride thru Woodlake. Dad suspected it was me. Galloping down one street off Main at 3 AM got the attention of a few.
Love. Love. Thank you for sharing. I'm sharing it. - LeAnne M Christian