C w Capo @ 5
C G C G
Thirty one years in this city.
C G C G
Thirty one years on this street
Fighting in the morning. Fighting at night.
This place has the smell of defeat…
THE BURDEN OF SANITY - capo @ 5 in An
Am F
As I turned on to Calhoun I could hear the music from the street
Dm E
A dog pissed on a speaker as I found myself a seat
Now, Buster is a caveman all hunched over his bones
Hair matted like a…
She threw her slip down on the bed spread
She threw her panties on the stack
Now she must take them to the cleaners
He said that he will not be back
She turned and reached into the corner
She took her guitar from the rack...
This song might be better suited for a girl but I don't have a girl anymore.
CAREFREE
Every time I go out looking for someone who's not like me
Someone who's learned to take their time and live their poetry
I dream that Care's a monkey…
THE BURDEN OF SANITY - capo @ 5 in An
Am F
As I turned on to Calhoun I could hear the music from the street
Dm E
A dog pissed on a speaker as I found myself a seat
Now, Buster is a caveman all hunched over his bones
Hair matted like a…
How many miles must Guillermo walk?
Before all my good intentions are more that just talk...
How many shoes must his toe wear thru?
How many miles must Guillermo walk?
Thursday afternoon and the bridge is a mess
No chance to pull over so…
LANCASTER STREET
Midnight in Cowtown. 90 degrees
Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet
The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep
Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street
Sunshine brings tacos. Sunshine brings beans.
Sunshine…
LANCASTER STREET
Midnight in Cowtown. 90 degrees
Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet
The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep
Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street
Sunshine brings tacos. Sunshine brings beans.
Sunshine…
SOMETHING ABOUT THE NIGHT TIME - no Capo or Capo @ 4
(Am)Something about the (Bm)night time makes me feel alive
Makes me want to sing a song. Think about my life
(C)Maybe light a (D)candle. I like lemon grass
(Am)Something about the (Bm…
LANCASTER STREET
Midnight in Cowtown. 90 degrees
Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet
The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep
Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street
Sunshine brings tacos. Sunshine brings beans.
Sunshine…
LANCASTER STREET
Midnight in Cowtown. 90 degrees
Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet
The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep
Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street
Sunshine brings tacos. Sunshine brings beans.
Sunshine…
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…
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 are ancient
and the olive branches fruitful
but the breeze that shakes the leaves
still low, "Where is God? Where is God?"
I am a child of Esau. I am Ali Abed.
I once lived...olives near my home.
I would prune the trees in winter
when the sap sinks deep in Gaza
and the children won't be throwing their stones
But the soldiers came at midnight
with their power saws remarking
and now the sap has nowhere left to go.
Where is God/ Where is God?
My name is Jimmy Taylor
and I am a Future Farmer
and my project is nine trees out by the road.
and the trees have been neglected
all these many years untended
a home now for a solitary crow.
So, I climb with my saw and clippers
up into the brittle thicket
busy choosing what will stay and what will go.
And I note my meter progress
and I wonder if I'll ever
rid the olive trees of dead wood,
I'm so slow. And I read the Sunday paper
and I daily read my Bible
and I see the scars of pruning down below.
(c) 2002 Royal T Music
was a Texan.
Quannah Parker was the son born to Cynthia Parker, a white girl, stolen by Comanche raiders who grew up to be the wife of the chief. Quannah, in turn became the leader of his tribe. Eventually, Cynthia returned to her people. This…
was a Texan.
Quannah Parker was the son born to Cynthia Parker, a white girl, stolen by Comanche raiders who grew up to be the wife of the chief. Quannah, in turn became the leader of his tribe. Eventually, Cynthia returned to her people. This…
C w Capo @ 5
C G C G
Thirty one years in this city.
C G C G
Thirty one years on this street
Fighting in the morning. Fighting at night.
This place has the smell of defeat…
THE DUST ON THE PIANO
Capo at 2 in Dm
Dm C (2) or Em D
He used to play piano because it made her smile
Dm C (2)
She could be in any room. He'd sit and play a while
F C Bb (G)Dm or G D C Em
He didn't need to see her. He knew she loved…
Born with my left arm over my head, a big blood blister covered my left elbow. I was extracted from my mother's body with forceps. Seems that caused a tumor on my right temple which was surgically removed when I was about three. The purple elbow…
Born with my left arm over my head, a big blood blister covered my left elbow. I was extracted from my mother's body with forceps. Seems that caused a tumor on my right temple which was surgically removed when I was about three. The purple elbow…
A Restless Time
Watching in the restless time
of what you've got to be.
I don't know if you can draw
and I don't know to see
just what it's for.
just what it's for for me.
I go down the road today
and I don't know what to say
I saw…
That's a very cool song.
Also, I want to say, "Thanks," for visiting my music. I used to play the Basement Coffee House back when Lyle was running the show. Married the girl behind the concessions counter.
This is a piece written for the Linux Musicians Uncompetition (http://www.linuxmusicians.com/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=10331).
The purpose of such un-competition is making some music with Linux tools, and then share it.
The premise for this…
He received the sacraments with devotion, exclaimed,—
"Grand Dieu, et vous tous temoins de ma mort, j'ai vecu en philosophe, et je meurs en Chretien," and so died.
He received the sacraments with devotion, exclaimed,—
"Grand Dieu, et vous tous temoins de ma mort, j'ai vecu en philosophe, et je meurs en Chretien," and so died.
He received the sacraments with devotion, exclaimed,—
"Grand Dieu, et vous tous temoins de ma mort, j'ai vecu en philosophe, et je meurs en Chretien," and so died.
#RPM Challenge 2013#
"Under Watchful Eyes" is my 10th song for the RPM Challenge 2013. Thank you for taking the time to listen.
The adjoining video was filmed February 6, 2013 along the Mississippi River near Red Wing Minnesota (approximately…
January Town
-
With the snow coming down
in this January town
how could I not think of you
Oh the words that you said
still echo in my head:
When one dies one is born anew
In the parking lot of the graveyard
a stranger walked up to me
he said…
Well, screw the metronome, damn the torpedoes, and grab a capo!
Sometimes the best versions are the ones played fast and loose. Hope you enjoy this song adapted from one of my all-time favorite poems (I'm a bit biased since my dad wrote it…
Frozen eyes....
and like the wail of a crying child...
she grieves for what is lost to her...
finding solace in a shared moment....
she absently brushes the thought away....
there is no beauty in the sky....
or warmth on her face…
This is a little ditty I did for a local songwriting group I'm in. The prompt was "No instruments" and a previous prompt was "One chord only", so I combined the two.
The haikus were written for a creativity group I'm in, so I used them for…
New mix (24th Oct 2013).
Vocals & Lyrics: Errol Chugg
Composed by Steffen Offermann & Errol Chugg
Guitar: Bobby Clohessy & Mark A. Shrider
Bass: Andreas Glummert
Drums: Ken Grover
New mix (24th Oct 2013).
Vocals & Lyrics: Errol Chugg
Composed by Steffen Offermann & Errol Chugg
Guitar: Bobby Clohessy & Mark A. Shrider
Bass: Andreas Glummert
Drums: Ken Grover
Sounds like a trip across Arizona to me. On a Harley. Love of your life on the buddy seat. Arms around you. Wind blowing. Hair flying. Center line markers clicking by. Lost in the motion.
Comments on James Michael Taylor's stuff
I just like saying it.
I really like Burden of Sanity James! Sam Gross
real nice, love the lyrics !
Cool melancholy melody!
I think this is good, but it's more folk than country, but the most popular country is rock.
you paint a wonderful picture here A fine song! enjoyed! KC
I dig the desolate mood here cool vocals
not enough tacos
Awesome track. Brilliant
Great track. The high lonesome vox lead the band
Hello
Dour guitar. Lush vox. Great lyrics. Great track :)
Heart breaking. Yet, beautiful artistry. I listened and tears came.
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 are ancient and the olive branches fruitful but the breeze that shakes the leaves still low, "Where is God? Where is God?" I am a child of Esau. I am Ali Abed. I once lived...olives near my home. I would prune the trees in winter when the sap sinks deep in Gaza and the children won't be throwing their stones But the soldiers came at midnight with their power saws remarking and now the sap has nowhere left to go. Where is God/ Where is God? My name is Jimmy Taylor and I am a Future Farmer and my project is nine trees out by the road. and the trees have been neglected all these many years untended a home now for a solitary crow. So, I climb with my saw and clippers up into the brittle thicket busy choosing what will stay and what will go. And I note my meter progress and I wonder if I'll ever rid the olive trees of dead wood, I'm so slow. And I read the Sunday paper and I daily read my Bible and I see the scars of pruning down below. (c) 2002 Royal T Music
lovely ..
Had forgotten how good this was! (It is, and always was, a complicated song to sing).
Nice song. I hope that life in Colorado meets this family's expectations.
as usual james another haunting ballad,comes to life.
awwe, now i love the girl with the purple cheek,didn't finish listening you guys are so beautiful...love this!!!!
awwe i love this lil' boy with the purple elbow poor baby, love this song, so cool!
Comments made by James Michael Taylor
Very cool song. Love the guitar sound.
That's a very cool song. Also, I want to say, "Thanks," for visiting my music. I used to play the Basement Coffee House back when Lyle was running the show. Married the girl behind the concessions counter.
Well, you are choosing your samples/sounds well. I really like what it all adds up to.
Too sad for words...
Breezy groove. Very nice.
This is beautiful. Is that a harp?
Love the blending of diverse elements.
Well, Dare I hope to do as well. But I'm sure going to do some experimenting.
That's the best synthesized strings I've ever heard that I know of. What are you doing them with?
Very mournful. Is that real violins? (pyropool@earthlink.net)
I can hear Marty Robbins singing this. Such a suggestion of sadness.
...a time a place and a girl. Nice song. Cool imagery...."snow has hushed the sound..." And the graveyard reference.
Like vocals.
Very good! ...and well done.
Such desolation...
For some reason, unbeknownst to me, I can not get this or the above songs to play.
I like this a lot. But on my player the background voices overwhelm your words. Want to hear the words. Want to hear the words.
Actually, it's more like Toy Matinee. Kevin Gilbert was one of my favorites.
Sounds like Las Angeles to me. Steely Dan. Clean.
Sounds like a trip across Arizona to me. On a Harley. Love of your life on the buddy seat. Arms around you. Wind blowing. Hair flying. Center line markers clicking by. Lost in the motion.