The Glen Campbell-John Hartford era reference is spot on. I dig it

Kind of a Glen Campbell-era classy country sound and vibe. I think I like this version best, so far... who knows who might come along to do version of this version of that version of I'm confused already! ;)

sounds good. the lyrical tweaks worked. the production is simple and effective. the vocals on the last verse seem to be punched in and out a lot, i wasn't sure if you were going for an effect or what, but it distracted me from the song a little. otherwise, that's a gooder 'un. jbp

Bittersweet. Dark, painful, but beautiful. Very well recorded -- mixed and mustered with great care and taste.

Now these are some interesting lyrics. The music is rather dark and sad in its delivery. It's a good mixing/mastering job -- chilling! I like it, but I sense the pain.

This is a great song! Creates a great visual with the lyrics.

An interesting progression of chords. Good lyrics. Nice vocal mix.

Cool tune, it does make me happy!

You commented on my HEAR MY FINAL SONG song, "Makes me want to hear more of the story." My idea for the song was, what if life was a bar, and all 7.5 billion earthling were group into just a handful of characters that could fit into a bar. But the reason it's my final song is due to an illness that is preventing me from playing guitar like I use to and I don't have the strength and energy to take on anymore recording projects. Thanks for listening and your interest in the song -- it means a lot!

WHOA! Brief but epic. Very, very cool!

LOVE LOVE LOVE IT! Harold

excellent!.....

Truth.....James Michael Taylor.....thanks for the great tunes.....

I'm touched, moved, and having been there and done that, I relate. Great rift and awesome lyrics. Keep that nose clean!

when the shadows of this life have grown like a bird that prison bars has flown & good luck finding that first job these days... thanks James

Very Clever! Easily puts images into the mind. Nice work!

Short and Sweet. Good message.

Rock on! Rock the Hell on!

Minimal and to the point, I do like the Bit

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Kat Angel PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love the song, love you singing it just to me (in my imagination)

Bruce Balmer Beautiful.

Shirley Crawford Hello…old friend. This one hits me in the heart. When we moved here to NM back in June… we left behind in the house, our old couch that we’d used for 22 years. It had been my parents before that. It was probably close to 40 yrs old. And yes, it made into a bed.

Candy Davis Beautiful, poignant memory song. I could just picture that old couch and what it meant to you.

Perrin Gardner Beautiful song, James Michael Taylor!

Carolyn Wade Sending love ❤️. Love it and remember the memories of us. Button your shirt.(Gladys Burcham).

Becky Byrd Spicer Wiping a tear for all the relics I have kept, and those discarded.

Scarlett Maneikis So beautiful, n heart felt. I love it.

Doreen Peri Wonderful. Thank you for sharing this!

Daniel Payne This one hits. Heavy reflections on all the stuff that served me faithfully, and all the leaving was my doing. To reward all that loyalty, I do to my stuff what I always hate other people to do to me.

...as Buddy holly said, "RAVE ON!"

...really gets the feeling of that path!

I don't understand being criticized for a track being TOO LOUD. Doesn't everybody have a "volume" knob?

That is fun...

How old is that song? Was rhatvwritten from a personal stance if I may? LeAnna LeAnna M Christian Overall good song; performance and production JMT - I wrote/recorded this in 2011. Just looking at the poor man's perspective, (which I have knowledge of) noticing no matter how much he prays he's still poor. "Must be the wrong prayer."

How old is that song? Was rhatvwritten from a personal stance if I may? LeAnna LeAnna M Christian Overall good song; performance and production

Rosemarie Kempton wrote: Just finished listening to your memories of your horse Babe. Your words painted such a vivid portrait of your night rides that I felt like I was riding Babe, too. Beautifully done!

The heart can hold a lot of things: the sunshine and the flowers The chill that springs the falling leaves. Winter's darkest hours The rains that quench the thirsty earth. The buds that sprout and bloom Sometimes it tries to hold too much and there isn't enough room Sometimes it tries to hold too much The heart can hold a multitude. Family and Friends. There are things that life will give and things it only lends A wife becomes a mother, a son becomes a man There are things the heart can't hold And still it thinks it can There are things the heart can't hold The holdings of the bank are cold, but holding hands are warm The holdings of the mind are thoughts that in the moment form The hands that hold the tools that build the brushes for our art None are as enduring as the holdings of the heart The holdings of the heart are self-renewing On holdings of the heart, high interest, paid Holdings sometimes best be liquidated, yet we stay The heart can hold the music. The voices of the Time. The heart collects the little things. The pennies and the dimes The heart can try to measure the stature of a dream Pounding like the waters on the stones that block the streams Pounding like the waters The holdings of the bank are cold, but holding hands are warm The holdings of the mind are thoughts that in the moment form The hands that hold the tools that build the brushes for our art None are as enduring as the holdings of the heart None are self-renewing like the holdings of the heart

Well, Rosie's like a lot of folks She's just trying to stay afloat But she's got a broken boat She's a going down And Rosie's got her problems, friends She just tries to do her best Who's gonna do the rest She's a going down If god had longer arms, you know He'd reach on down to Rosie Reach on down to Rosie Reach on down (2) Etc...

This came out of a story in the Star Telegram about a guy that lived under one of the bridges near Trinity Park. I was angry at a reporter who did a story about him and it got him removed.