OWIE! in G
When I get an owie
I want to tell somebody
When I get an owie
I feel so alone
When I get an owie
I want to show somebody
When I get an owie
I run strait to mom
When I get an owie
It's better if it's bloody...
First chuckle of the day! This has to be the only song I ever heard about an “Owie”.
I wonder if your objective was to get a little attention from Harriet?
OWIE! in G
When I get an owie
I want to tell somebody
When I get an owie
I feel so alone
When I get an owie
I want to show somebody
When I get an owie
I run strait to mom
When I get an owie
It's better if it's bloody...
GHOST TOWN
Key C Capo @ 2 or whatever works for you...
C Em F G C
I live in a Ghost Town somewhere on the edge of space
C Em F G
Everything is dusty and everything is in it's place
Am Em F G C
All the doors hang open and when it rains…
Key - G
Texas Water might be the only trio besides The Browns to do this song in the later part of the twentieth century. By Jacque Brel via the Browns.
Here it is by There Browns:
https://www.google.com/search?q=youtube+the+browns+three…
For years and years and years... this was the only JMT album I owned... this was the only JMT album that I knew existed; and this has always been one of my "most favorite" songs... not just one of my favorite JMT songs... one of my most favorite songs ever. I loved Barbara's voice and her timing and her range... and how she sang the song so... realistically. It was as if she and I were actually having this exchange in some noisy crowed smoke filled lounge. I never meet Barbara in person... but I knew her for years and years and years, Bye' Barbara... you are remembered.
Thanks for the comment James! I love your story about your Senior year.
This "Skating" song is fun to listen to. I'm on my second time thru. Definitely unique!
Barbara wrote this about a friend from Portland. It became her most requested song until she wrote North Sulfur River. But, then it was her only other song.
(c) 1990 Royal T Music
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
This is a beautiful poem sung beautifully by Barbara. Barbara passed on during August 20, 2019. Barbara was no only an extremely intelligent individual, she was ever so sweet and compassionate...always willing to listen to and be there for others who were going through rough water.
My daughter, Wyn, sings
a song I wrote in 1977
while I was doing a gig
at the Ramada Inn in
Laredo.
Harmonies are by her mother,
Barbara Anne Taylor and step
mother, Peggy Ann Mitchell.
The guitar solo and keys are
by my son, Rabyn…
This is my adaptation of a poem by Rosemarie Kempton.
"I always felt that it was fitting that you turned the poem I wrote into a poignant hymn that captured the feeling of loss of a loved one. My words sprang from my attempts to understand…
This is my adaptation of a poem by Rosemarie Kempton.
"I always felt that it was fitting that you turned the poem I wrote into a poignant hymn that captured the feeling of loss of a loved one. My words sprang from my attempts to understand…
This is the title song from my first LP.
FEATHERS IN THE WIND by SNOWGEESE.
Snowgeese was my first wife, BarbaraAnne and me. Michael was a new friend we met when we moved to Texas that liked my songs enough to produce and arrange and record…
This is my adaptation of a poem by Rosemarie Kempton.
"I always felt that it was fitting that you turned the poem I wrote into a poignant hymn that captured the feeling of loss of a loved one. My words sprang from my attempts to understand…
This is my adaptation of a poem by Rosemarie Kempton.
"I always felt that it was fitting that you turned the poem I wrote into a poignant hymn that captured the feeling of loss of a loved one. My words sprang from my attempts to understand…
This is my adaptation of a poem by Rosemarie Kempton.
"I always felt that it was fitting that you turned the poem I wrote into a poignant hymn that captured the feeling of loss of a loved one. My words sprang from my attempts to understand…
This is my adaptation of a poem by Rosemarie Kempton.
"I always felt that it was fitting that you turned the poem I wrote into a poignant hymn that captured the feeling of loss of a loved one. My words sprang from my attempts to understand…
Probably anyone who plays the guitar could write this song....
Someone asked if I was actually in Spain in 2003. Actually, 2000. Working on the movie, THE STONE RAFT with George Sluizer, from a book by Jose Saramago.
Inspired by something Jenni…
MAN THAT I AM - Key Dm
Dm
Train pulls out the station and the shades are all drawn
Cold steel bites my ankles and I am on my way home
G
I would jump out of that window. Risk a bullet in my back
Dm
But I'm shackled to a bunk…
This is amazing. I love this song. I was born in 1961 and was aware of the war as a child. It was a big world lesson for a little mind that if you were a young guy you would be forced to fight and die in a country on the other side of the world, and I saw this on the same tv I saw the GI Joe doll ads aimed at little boys. Later as a teen I had the vision of the guys on stage thrashing out the rock & roll and punk, the living spirits of the dead boys, armed with guitars and drums and skill and rage. Thanks for writing this song. It has a fine groove.
~
Memories long in music sleeping,
No more sleeping,
No more dumb:
Delicate phantoms softly creeping
Softly back from the old-world come.
Faintest odours around them straying,
Suddenly straying
In chambers dim;
Whispering silks in order…
This track is from the 1986 Scartaglen album "The Middle Path". The first tune "Jezaig" was composed by Breton musician Gilles Le Bigot. The second tune is one of the "Cantigas de Santa Maria" and is attributed to King Alfonso X of Spain
Roger…
Love song about strife in relationships....the song needs more work; gotta redo the vocals....nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it. Here are the lyrics:
Beyond the horizon,
The sun burns bright…
A 3 track improvisation on 7 congas roughly tuned by ear to a chromatic scale.
LYRICS:
I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne…
Poor old Reg is feeling a bit insignificant after being unseen by a woman he liked the look of who turned out to be only interested in the material things she could get.....it's a shame but there seems to be a lot of them out there and Love doesn…
Lyrics and Chords:
Winter Solstice
Written by Greg Connor
When the G days are short, and the C evening’s so D long
And the C wind is D shaking the G trees
When the cold snow crunches C beneath your D feet
And your C cheeks are D…
There are things I cannot do without x2
And if I ever run out of the things I cannot do without
I'll run to the nearest 'things I cannot do without' store
And I'll run in and I'll buy some x2
And if someday their running out
Of the things…
Lyrics and Chords:
Winter Solstice
Written by Greg Connor
When the G days are short, and the C evening’s so D long
And the C wind is D shaking the G trees
When the cold snow crunches C beneath your D feet
And your C cheeks are D…
Spare a thought for those with nothing this Christmas..... Homeless with no family.........and no one to help.......
CHRISTMAS ALONE (Lyrics)
Nobody is listening no body knocking on my door
nobody is near me nobody wants me
i’m nobody’s…
~ Observation Affects Reality ~ (as used to say Schrödinger's cat)
Schrödinger's cat: A pussycat, along with a flask containing a poison and a radioactive source, is placed in a sealed box shielded against environmentally induced quantum decoherence…
Sounds like the day after all the snow began to melt and the sun came out and it all evaporated, the mist blocking the sun...the light dancing in the chemistry of the x-snowflakes...
Comments on James Michael Taylor's stuff
First chuckle of the day! This has to be the only song I ever heard about an “Owie”. I wonder if your objective was to get a little attention from Harriet?
Harriet is a school nurse. She says this is a good song.
Beautiful with descriptive imagery. Nice song.
I ;ove the way y'all did that.
For years and years and years... this was the only JMT album I owned... this was the only JMT album that I knew existed; and this has always been one of my "most favorite" songs... not just one of my favorite JMT songs... one of my most favorite songs ever. I loved Barbara's voice and her timing and her range... and how she sang the song so... realistically. It was as if she and I were actually having this exchange in some noisy crowed smoke filled lounge. I never meet Barbara in person... but I knew her for years and years and years, Bye' Barbara... you are remembered.
Cool vibe eerily married to the dark content... I kind of want more verses to see what happens!
Thanks for the comment James! I love your story about your Senior year. This "Skating" song is fun to listen to. I'm on my second time thru. Definitely unique!
Beautiful song
This is a beautiful poem sung beautifully by Barbara. Barbara passed on during August 20, 2019. Barbara was no only an extremely intelligent individual, she was ever so sweet and compassionate...always willing to listen to and be there for others who were going through rough water.
This is exquisite Michael. I HAD NEVER HEARD WYN SING...DIDN'T KNOW SHE COULD EVEN AND RABYN'S PLAYING...ALL BEAUTIFUL ...PERFECT.
Beautiful lovethis song
Beautiful song,love it.
Life is full of "feathers in the wind." Another bright star in the night sky.
So beautiful!
Beautiful. Did you write this when your child slipped into eternity?
Fantastic!
Amazing and beautiful!
Beautiful. My dear friend 💛
Funny
This is amazing. I love this song. I was born in 1961 and was aware of the war as a child. It was a big world lesson for a little mind that if you were a young guy you would be forced to fight and die in a country on the other side of the world, and I saw this on the same tv I saw the GI Joe doll ads aimed at little boys. Later as a teen I had the vision of the guys on stage thrashing out the rock & roll and punk, the living spirits of the dead boys, armed with guitars and drums and skill and rage. Thanks for writing this song. It has a fine groove.
Comments made by James Michael Taylor
Beautiful...
Sounds very old English. Like Bert Jentz or John Rhenborn. Like it. Very nice guitar sound.
I wanna see the video that goes with this.
Haunting. I wish your voice was louder so I could hear all your words.
Like it.
If I could play drums like this my rhythm tracks would be much better. Enjoy just sitting back and listening to the many tones and varied rhythms.
Great "attitude"!
Very pretty. Great mix.
Beautiful . I'd like to hear it mixed with the voice as clear as the guitar.
This sounds like a tribal gathering. Perfect background for a moonlit African night.
Very Beatle beginning...
Beautiful...very touching...sitting here playing along.
Cool. The child in the adult is for wonder.
Cool. The child in the adult is for wonder.
Love the treatment, It sounded like a didgeridoo at first. And thank you for listening to my song snd commenting.
Love it...
So evocative. We who are alone see pictures when we hear things like this...swirling sounds and longing gathered into the dark wet blanket of sand...
Very nice.
Very pretty.
Sounds like the day after all the snow began to melt and the sun came out and it all evaporated, the mist blocking the sun...the light dancing in the chemistry of the x-snowflakes...