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…
My favorite song by Jane Bowers
She was still alive back when I 1st learned
this song from the Kingston Trio.
I didn't know, back then, that I could have met her.
WHEN I WAS YOUNG by Jane Bowers
When I was young and dreams were new…
Sadly, Annie and Allan are now divorced...
The games are over...
Annie & Allan
Annie and Allan were having a problem
Made a decision to go their own ways
Annie and Allan made an announcement
Not even knowing how it saddened…
I was in Spain, in the Pyrenees, working on THE STONE RAFT. I was the only American, read, "English speaker." I was feeling very alone.
SOLITARY WALK Am
INTRO Am F Am F
Am (walking down) G F G
Tho I follow in the footprints of my friends…
Dear James, thanks for sharing this song that remains me the days we spent together in Pirineos, Spain. Congrats and big hugs from the Summertime at Madrid
The Fading Yellow Ribbon
There’s a fading yellow ribbon
around the oak tree in the yard
Each day they walk out to the mail box
but even walking’s getting hard
And they’re looking for a letter
that they fear will not arrive
It’s a letter…
Well you've made my eyes leak again. I keep listening to your songs and I keep leaking. I might have developed an allergy of some kind but I'll keep listening. Really touching.
I wrote this at my dad's urging. He likes it. We sing it together. I have YouTube Video of it up.
EULOGY
He grew up in Clinton, Oklahoma
Red dirt back yard, Gramma's place
Honey suckle in a dust bowl
Life as hard as limestone lace…
Returned today to listen, and so glad I did! It is a wonderful song. I like the timber of your vocals, too. There is a soft edge that serves the song so well because of its subject. I respond too, as an Okie, having lived for 40 years in Sapulpa and Tulsa, Oklahoma. Fav lines might be, "Red dirt back yard, Gramma’s place
Honey suckle in a dust bowl
Life as hard as limestone lace
Remembering the red dirt...
Know these accents and sounds like the back of my hand... thanks for posting! --Gwyn Henry
Sadly, Annie and Allan are now divorced...
The games are over...
Annie & Allan
Annie and Allan were having a problem
Made a decision to go their own ways
Annie and Allan made an announcement
Not even knowing how it saddened…
DEAR PEGGY Capo 3 in Am
A bass stepping A G F G
Dear Peggy,I thot you'd like to know
That blue tile in our bathroom you said would have to go
I replaced with the slate that we bought at Home Depot
mmmmm mmmmm
Dear Peggy, The heat has…
damn, old son... sometimes hearing you sing is like bumping a half healed wound and ripping the scab off... and it hurts, it hurts bad. You know, it's like I knew her... I never met Peg, but sometimes when you sing/cry your words, I want to cry... because... somewhere inside I feel like... I miss her... I really do, I feel like I miss her... and it hurts... it hurts bad. Peace Old friend, Peace JQM
My favorite song by Jane Bowers
She was still alive back when I 1st learned
this song from the Kingston Trio.
I didn't know, back then, that I could have met her.
WHEN I WAS YOUNG by Jane Bowers
When I was young and dreams were new…
Damn, Jimmy... funny how after almost 40 years of listening to JMT music, hearing a new song of yours can still make me cry. Good song, old friend, good song. JQM
KAWEAH (says the crow)
"Kaweah, Kaweah"
There's a place on up the hill
Redwood trees are standing still
The murmur of the river will invite you
Lay your head down on a rock
You'll forget about the clock
The whisper of the sun will…
Well, I was up on the ladder cleaning the leaves out of the gutters and this song came to me. What could I do? I climbed down and wrote this song.
YOUR VOICE
G Gyp 4 Bar 5 Gyp 5
I hear your voice and I go…
Well, I was up on the ladder cleaning the leaves out of the gutters and this song came to me. What could I do? I climbed down and wrote this song.
YOUR VOICE
G Gyp 4 Bar 5 Gyp 5
I hear your voice and I go…
Pete Thompson on percussion and Angie Thompson on bass. Produced with Pete 123112
HAIRCUT
They sent me a letter. A ticket to ride
Portland to Frisco on that Big Overnight
Brand new clothes. New pants and new shirt
Brand new boots to kick…
My favorite song by Jane Bowers
She was still alive back when I 1st learned
this song from the Kingston Trio.
I didn't know, back then, that I could have met her.
WHEN I WAS YOUNG by Jane Bowers
When I was young and dreams were new…
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
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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
Great song!
lovely....
very very nice !
Dear James, thanks for sharing this song that remains me the days we spent together in Pirineos, Spain. Congrats and big hugs from the Summertime at Madrid
Well that makes me happy.
Besides you that is.
Russ Emerick wondered, who is singing?
Well you've made my eyes leak again. I keep listening to your songs and I keep leaking. I might have developed an allergy of some kind but I'll keep listening. Really touching.
A great day-starter!
Full of drama, sounds like a movie track
That's the way it happened.
Returned today to listen, and so glad I did! It is a wonderful song. I like the timber of your vocals, too. There is a soft edge that serves the song so well because of its subject. I respond too, as an Okie, having lived for 40 years in Sapulpa and Tulsa, Oklahoma. Fav lines might be, "Red dirt back yard, Gramma’s place Honey suckle in a dust bowl Life as hard as limestone lace Remembering the red dirt... Know these accents and sounds like the back of my hand... thanks for posting! --Gwyn Henry
Top track really cool
damn, old son... sometimes hearing you sing is like bumping a half healed wound and ripping the scab off... and it hurts, it hurts bad. You know, it's like I knew her... I never met Peg, but sometimes when you sing/cry your words, I want to cry... because... somewhere inside I feel like... I miss her... I really do, I feel like I miss her... and it hurts... it hurts bad. Peace Old friend, Peace JQM
Damn, Jimmy... funny how after almost 40 years of listening to JMT music, hearing a new song of yours can still make me cry. Good song, old friend, good song. JQM
Cool. I remember it well.
James Michael it struck a chord with me. Thank you. Peg
Like the lyrics very much.
I love this.
You are always young
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.