Just musing about all the "can do" quotes I see on Facebook.
If I could play the fiddle, I’ll tell you what I’d do
I’d believe in what you say and I’d believe in you
But I can’t play the fiddle no matter how many I try
Since I was in the…
Just musing about all the "can do" quotes I see on Facebook.
If I could play the fiddle, I’ll tell you what I’d do
I’d believe in what you say and I’d believe in you
But I can’t play the fiddle no matter how many I try
Since I was in the…
The "umph" heard round the world.
This month the killing of Lee Harvey Oswald will be 50 years ago.
A remembrance by GHOST OF JOHN MURPHY. On the VOICES CD.
(C) 2013 Royal T Music
The "umph" heard round the world.
This month the killing of Lee Harvey Oswald will be 50 years ago.
A remembrance by GHOST OF JOHN MURPHY. On the VOICES CD.
(C) 2013 Royal T Music
Just musing about all the "can do" quotes I see on Facebook.
If I could play the fiddle, I’ll tell you what I’d do
I’d believe in what you say and I’d believe in you
But I can’t play the fiddle no matter how many I try
Since I was in the…
Just musing about all the "can do" quotes I see on Facebook.
If I could play the fiddle, I’ll tell you what I’d do
I’d believe in what you say and I’d believe in you
But I can’t play the fiddle no matter how many I try
Since I was in the…
PEGGY'S GONE Key of F
Peggy’s gone. After 29 years.
Three grown children. What am I doing here.
Why am I still alive? What am I supposed to do?
I ask myself. I’m asking you.
Peggy’s gone. She says it’s for good
I say, “That’s bad,” but…
Just strolling thru old JMT albums, stopped at DON'T... played PEGGY'S GONE... Gawd! My dear old friend... I'd forgotten! Such pain poured out... into such a beautiful song! It still makes me cry... I cry now. (JQM)
She had a beer and I drank water
Rectangle pizzas cut in quarters
But to me none of that mattered
She was the Woman At The Well
We ordered appetizers
Four bucks apiece it's Happy Hour
I couldn't take my eyes off her
I drove the car. She…
She had a beer and I drank water
Rectangle pizzas cut in quarters
But to me none of that mattered
She was the Woman At The Well
We ordered appetizers
Four bucks apiece it's Happy Hour
I couldn't take my eyes off her
I drove the car. She…
She had a beer and I drank water
Rectangle pizzas cut in quarters
But to me none of that mattered
She was the Woman At The Well
We ordered appetizers
Four bucks apiece it's Happy Hour
I couldn't take my eyes off her
I drove the car. She…
Very nice... this is a prime example of how the words of a JMT song can flow so effortlessly into a captivating story... how JMT can "paint" a "canvas" with sound.
It hit me...I know so many sides of so many arguments it's all become useless.
TOO MUCH
I’ve heard too much. I’ve seen too much
Don’t ask me any questions because
I know too much
I’ve read too much. I’ve written too much
Consider…
I JUST NEED A GIRLFRIEND
‘TIL MY BABY COMES BACK Key - D
I just need a girlfriend ‘til my baby
comes back. ‘Til my baby comes back.
‘Til m baby comes back
It ain't no permanent position
And there's no lifetime guarantee
You'll be…
Sometimes it's hard to figure out what just happened. And then again it's sometimes hard to figure out something that happened years ago.
(To answer the question by the commenter, that's all me and my little self all alone in the basement…
Sometimes it's hard to figure out what just happened. And then again it's sometimes hard to figure out something that happened years ago.
(To answer the question by the commenter, that's all me and my little self all alone in the basement…
"Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling..."
SOMEWHERE
G capo @ 2 - live @ 4
Somewhere between the summer and the winter
The leaves between the tree tops and the fall
Somewhere between my heart and circled letters
Somewhere…
PAGAN MAN
Pagan man in a pagan land
You need britches britches
Sell 'em to the Indian
Trade 'em to the Indian
Dump 'em on the Indian
Pagan man in a pagan land
You need horses, horses
Sell 'em to the Indian
Trade 'em to the Indian…
PAGAN MAN
Pagan man in a pagan land
You need britches britches
Sell 'em to the Indian
Trade 'em to the Indian
Dump 'em on the Indian
Pagan man in a pagan land
You need horses, horses
Sell 'em to the Indian
Trade 'em to the Indian…
Sometimes it's hard to figure out what just happened. And then again it's sometimes hard to figure out something that happened years ago.
(To answer the question by the commenter, that's all me and my little self all alone in the basement…
Sometimes it's hard to figure out what just happened. And then again it's sometimes hard to figure out something that happened years ago.
(To answer the question by the commenter, that's all me and my little self all alone in the basement…
Sometimes it's hard to figure out what just happened. And then again it's sometimes hard to figure out something that happened years ago.
(To answer the question by the commenter, that's all me and my little self all alone in the basement…
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I was asked (told?) to upload something happy. Hmmm, I thought. This will end well...
So, a few days later, I was rehearsing a pleasant little thing I wrote several years ago that has a working title of "She Was…
Andrew, Connie's Song is a song I do not remember writing and I have no idea what it's about. I must have been very sleepy. I have never sung in that voice before. Thank you for commenting.
Here is another ZOOM Collaboration with:
Steve Krell
Colleen Dillon
Roger Harris
Greg Connor
We posted the lyrics and featured the chords, just in case you wanted to write your own lyrics and post them with this idea.
Empty Bottles…
I did this about 2 years ago and only found it the other day.
I think it sounds like something Robbie Williams would sing - and not really my style or cup of tea. It's a bit anthemic "come on and join in" (no thanks). Add to that I my singing…
This one's a bit of a ponderous beastie.
It can be whatever you want it to be. For me, it's got a lot to do with Sunday 18th June 1815.
****
**Cold - A A J Russe**
Your wagon-train
Is out of danger
And of course you never lie
Not…
I struggled to get this thing completed. I've been sat on it for weeks, finished, debating whether I was really prepared to let it go.
I loved the song when I wrote it, inspired by a wonderful week at the end of September. But the recording…
I struggled to get this thing completed. I've been sat on it for weeks, finished, debating whether I was really prepared to let it go.
I loved the song when I wrote it, inspired by a wonderful week at the end of September. But the recording…
I struggled to get this thing completed. I've been sat on it for weeks, finished, debating whether I was really prepared to let it go.
I loved the song when I wrote it, inspired by a wonderful week at the end of September. But the recording…
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I wasn't even sure the recording machine was still going to work after nearly five years... Certainly, bits of me don't work anymore... But, surprisingly, I got this done in 24 hours, start to finish... Strange old world…
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I wasn't even sure the recording machine was still going to work after nearly five years... Certainly, bits of me don't work anymore... But, surprisingly, I got this done in 24 hours, start to finish... Strange old world…
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I wrote this one last September.
Allison Jane Sixsmith 1965-2016.
****
**Forever - A A J Russe**
I can see you on your rocking horse now
The one that turned around and kicked you in the teeth
He thought…
Precision! Restraint! The clarity and deliberateness of this production leaves me grasping for words. It's like you created it within a straight jacket.
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I wrote this one last September.
Allison Jane Sixsmith 1965-2016.
****
**Forever - A A J Russe**
I can see you on your rocking horse now
The one that turned around and kicked you in the teeth
He thought…
(Remastered 22/10/2021)
I wrote this one last September.
Allison Jane Sixsmith 1965-2016.
****
**Forever - A A J Russe**
I can see you on your rocking horse now
The one that turned around and kicked you in the teeth
He thought…
It’s a small town. Woodlake, California. East side of the San Joaquin Valley. 14 miles from where all those “Lindsey” olives you see on your grocery store shelves come from. The Woodlake Echo, says, “In the foothills of the Sequoias”.
FOOTHILLS…
It’s a small town. Woodlake, California. East side of the San Joaquin Valley. 14 miles from where all those “Lindsey” olives you see on your grocery store shelves come from. The Woodlake Echo, says, “In the foothills of the Sequoias”.
FOOTHILLS…
Comments on James Michael Taylor's stuff
Inspired.....needs a fiddle or two ???
Guitar is better than the fiddle anyways! LOL
I like the way you held the vocal harmonies tight on this, not easy to do. Cool song.
~JMT, The Man~
limitations ,the darn things are always so limiting .
Very Pretty James!
Just strolling thru old JMT albums, stopped at DON'T... played PEGGY'S GONE... Gawd! My dear old friend... I'd forgotten! Such pain poured out... into such a beautiful song! It still makes me cry... I cry now. (JQM)
Such great song writing. Cheers Bethan
Love the feel of dread the percussion and background vocals creates. Now if I can get this Alonetone site to work so I can listen to more music...
Very nice... this is a prime example of how the words of a JMT song can flow so effortlessly into a captivating story... how JMT can "paint" a "canvas" with sound.
Neil Young would have been proud to write this one, but it's 100% JMT.
Great stuff JMT! Thanks! Best ... Gordon
Great song!
You really know how to tickle an emotion. I love it James!
Somewhere between the stumbling and the falling. great line JMT. Keep going.
This is one that I haven't heard yet. Me likey.
I could listen to this one all day long...
Love this!!!!!
Nice arrangement. Luv all tha eclectic-electric G'tar-werk in tha track.. c):~)
relationships are so easy until we go and involve another human.
Comments made by James Michael Taylor
Andrew, Connie's Song is a song I do not remember writing and I have no idea what it's about. I must have been very sleepy. I have never sung in that voice before. Thank you for commenting.
Love it. So relaxing.
Love the loaping feeling and that bass line.
From snowstorm into long tunnel...
GREAT Sound. Guitar/bass/voice. Crystal clear. Perfect with the lyric.
Sounds like a swarm of keyboards hovering overhead...
Sometimes we need to be reminded.
We, in our depiction of that night in the old West would have said, "...a hot cup of coffee."
"And Blazey’s left her homework on the trainEven though they’re thirsty They don’t stop to get a drink..." forever lines...
It's like you are channeling Bowie from a slightly different planet.
I have had similar response to Bjork and Kate Bush lately...
Love the way you stretch and twist the chords.
Sounds like you've been thru some shit since last we met...
Precision! Restraint! The clarity and deliberateness of this production leaves me grasping for words. It's like you created it within a straight jacket.
Your voice is crystal clear.
This makes me cry...and I haven't listened to the music yet.
WoW! That is LUSH! Makes me think of Brahms.
Patrick Oliver this is fun! i love your love of nature!!! you sound a bit like Neil Young too!!
Jim Farmer JMT...I love this song. Great recording and beautiful harmony.
Too funny to cry. Too sad to laugh.