One night after three month of no rain, as we were driving home from singing at Gringos in Grapevine a splash of water hit the windshield.
I said to myself, "Sweet Rain."
I went home and wrote the song. It's on the soundtrack of a movie called…
can you still get a copy of the recording of sweet rain by texas water? I did not see it on the soundtrack for vanishing? Please let me know-email me at tmwalton68@yahoo.com
Something just broke and I think it's my heart
It wasn't an arrow. It wasn't a dart
It mighta been a meter that tore it apart
But, something just broke and I think it's my heart
G.
A bedside bomb with no alarm…
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…
We were shooting this movie one day when they needed a song for a dance scene. I said, "I wrote a song that might fit here." The director agreed and I ended up getting to write all the music for that movie, RED DESERT PENITENTIARY. directed by…
One night after three month of no rain, as we were driving home from singing at Gringos in Grapevine a splash of water hit the windshield.
I said to myself, "Sweet Rain."
I went home and wrote the song. It's on the soundtrack of a movie called…
Something just broke and I think it's my heart
It wasn't an arrow. It wasn't a dart
It mighta been a meter that tore it apart
But, something just broke and I think it's my heart
G.
A bedside bomb with no alarm…
...after reading John Steinbeck's IN DUBIOUS BATTLE and watching the John Ford movie of GRAPES OF WRATH. The opening and closing statements are quotes from the Preacher in the movie.
A friend said he wanted to do a video of this track. I…
I decided this was a good song to post on Thanksgiving as a way to say thanks to all the folks on AloneTone for listening to my music over these past few years. This is another song in the studio work I've been doing this year. We're still tinkering…
I was having my share of PESS (post election stress syndrome) and headed to northern MN to shake it off and wrote this one while watching a beautiful quiet snowfall happen. I recorded it finally today on my little TASCAM that we often use around…
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…
Inspired by a gorgeous recording on a wax cylinder by the composer, Tanburi Cemil Bey (1873-1916).
Performed on politiki lyra (classic kemençe), a small bowed fiddle from Istanbul.
Recorded at The Banff Centre, November 2008.
Performed with National Baritone Guitar, Martin D-28, Morris Mandolin and Hohner EchoHarp.
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D Down at the station Em waiting for a train,
G Try to find a brand new start D leave behind the A pain
D…
Been busy revising....but hey!! i passed.....
JUST LIKE THE 70’S
Everybody knows that the 70‘s rocked man
That rock stars where made of gold
Everybody knows everyone was plugged in
the music played with everyones soul
Everyone knows everything…
My light-hearted take on a serious issue.
Over- prescription of powerful and addictive drugs, and the unknown and (to some) worrying relationship between doctors and the drug companies.
Disclaimer: Dr. Kreviss is a fictional character, and any…
Here one of my original songs I made. I created my own backing track before adding my guitar track and vocals... Voici une de mes compos perso. J'ai tout créé moi-même...
I like the way you play the voices against eachother. Very strong melodies.
Also, Thanks for listening to my music and commenting. The song about Jack Hardy is a very "in" joke. I make gentle fun of an American legend. He's gone on since then. I played it once when I opened for him. We were friends and fans of eachother.
Lyrics:
Down by the riverside, autumn wind blows cold
The river just keeps rolling by with just a hint of snow
I continue standing here, where did you go
Ain’t no use to worry, some things I’ll never know
Last thing that you told me…
Something new here. Tilden Barger offered to arrange and produce this song. Tell me what you think.
Written by Greg Connor
Arranged and Produced by my friend Tilden Barger
Here is the latest Coffee Table Recording. We gave ourselves 2 1/2 hours to pick a topic, write the song, and record it. It was GREAT FUN!
I left the pre bantar in just so you could get a feel of the "mood of the room".
Brett - Flatop…
Love this. You guys really sound like the real thing. Makes me want to write something like that. Play my banjo and get out my Jew's harp. And thank you for checking out some of my videos.
An acoustic short song I just made up, I kept it very basic by only using my little Höhner guitar with nylon strings of which I recorded two layers. I hope you will enjoy my song ! Warm regards from Anna.
I used quite a few layers of guitar as you might hear in this song, I even used my little Höhner with nylon strings to play base ! LOL... I also used my Ibanez 6 string and my more than beloved Yamaha 12 string, all three are acoustic guitars…
About "A Year In Jail 122814 Jim"
Capo @ 2 in D (E) Dropped D tuning
D G Bb A
A year in jail can change man
You hang on to everything you can
Some things just bound to slip away
I’m stuck in a cell with I don’t know what
Can’t sleep a wink is all I got
One foot on the floor, ten cigarettes a day
The bang of the gate. The blink of the light
All locked up and safe at night
Singing in the choir and dreaming I’ll Fly Away
Breakfast is stale so I stay in bed
Thinkin’ about my mama and what she said
But my thots and mama are a thousand miles away
G D G Bb A
Can’t pull the shade. Can’t shut the door
Falling down the stairs from the seventh floor
I pump pig iron til I got no more
I’m so damn tired I can’t keep score
D
Weather? There’s no weather.
Time? I got plenty of time.
G D
Laying down tracks, trying to keep it all together
G Bb A
Soaking up the change…never dropping a dime
Some glad morning I will fly away, Some glad morning
A year in Jail or maybe two
Maybe three. What’s that to you?
I’m out of sight so I’ve been out of mind
But I’ll be headed home with brand new clothes
Shiny shoes and a cleaned up nose
Then I’ll take the first job I can find
Windows all so dirty and high
There’s nothing to look at so I don’t try
Cry and cry until my eyes are dry
And everything in here is a god damned lie…
A move to the farm with a custody bump.
A book I found at the prison dump
A thousand hens and a thousand eggs a day
A pint of blood for a piece of cake
A pat on the back for the belts I make…
No fence out here but I decide to stay
Weather? There’s no weather.
Time? I got plenty of time…
Comments on James Michael Taylor's stuff
can you still get a copy of the recording of sweet rain by texas water? I did not see it on the soundtrack for vanishing? Please let me know-email me at tmwalton68@yahoo.com
Love it!
Your lyrics are wonderful. This is so poignant.
Another cracking song - love your voice!
Beautiful song.
Just don't break the vocal chords. Love it.
Awright yawl! JMT is here!
Comments made by James Michael Taylor
Great chorus.
Such a sweet song and message.
What an obvious subject for a fun song so many of us overlooked. Please include the lyric in your "about" section. I want to hear all the words.
Haunting. Music of the ages...
Nice trip down Memory Lane.
I can see it very clearly. This is your Early Morning Rain...
Rock On!
The mistakes we make... some more important than others. A very nice song.
Cool. Dig the irreverence. Smart ass attitude!
Such sadness...It's like we are hearing it thru a teardrop.
I like the way you play the voices against eachother. Very strong melodies. Also, Thanks for listening to my music and commenting. The song about Jack Hardy is a very "in" joke. I make gentle fun of an American legend. He's gone on since then. I played it once when I opened for him. We were friends and fans of eachother.
Great.
WoW! Like playing chainsaws. Transforms into a dream. Music from Transylvania.
"...just a hint of snow." Very interesting story.
Beautiful!
Love this. You guys really sound like the real thing. Makes me want to write something like that. Play my banjo and get out my Jew's harp. And thank you for checking out some of my videos.
...always all of those questions.I'm nine years alone and still, my mind is as king...
Love the wall of sound. You do such lush arrangements. Sort of a Pink Floyd/Righteous Brothers thing.
Rich. Great groove.
About "A Year In Jail 122814 Jim" Capo @ 2 in D (E) Dropped D tuning D G Bb A A year in jail can change man You hang on to everything you can Some things just bound to slip away I’m stuck in a cell with I don’t know what Can’t sleep a wink is all I got One foot on the floor, ten cigarettes a day The bang of the gate. The blink of the light All locked up and safe at night Singing in the choir and dreaming I’ll Fly Away Breakfast is stale so I stay in bed Thinkin’ about my mama and what she said But my thots and mama are a thousand miles away G D G Bb A Can’t pull the shade. Can’t shut the door Falling down the stairs from the seventh floor I pump pig iron til I got no more I’m so damn tired I can’t keep score D Weather? There’s no weather. Time? I got plenty of time. G D Laying down tracks, trying to keep it all together G Bb A Soaking up the change…never dropping a dime Some glad morning I will fly away, Some glad morning A year in Jail or maybe two Maybe three. What’s that to you? I’m out of sight so I’ve been out of mind But I’ll be headed home with brand new clothes Shiny shoes and a cleaned up nose Then I’ll take the first job I can find Windows all so dirty and high There’s nothing to look at so I don’t try Cry and cry until my eyes are dry And everything in here is a god damned lie… A move to the farm with a custody bump. A book I found at the prison dump A thousand hens and a thousand eggs a day A pint of blood for a piece of cake A pat on the back for the belts I make… No fence out here but I decide to stay Weather? There’s no weather. Time? I got plenty of time…