Facebook is a horrible thing. The real world keeps intruding into the perfectly peaceful virtual world.
REAL MEN
Real men, keep stealing', my pretend girlfriend
Real men keep butting' in. They've done it again. Real men
No one seems to…
Sometimes we decide to do things just to find that it takes more than making a decision to actually do things.
WASTED TEARS
There'll be no wasted tears running down my cheek
There'll be no wasted cries in my troubled sleep
No wasted hours…
Sometimes we decide to do things just to find that it takes more than making a decision to actually do things.
WASTED TEARS
There'll be no wasted tears running down my cheek
There'll be no wasted cries in my troubled sleep
No wasted hours…
Facebook is a horrible thing. The real world keeps intruding into the perfectly peaceful virtual world.
REAL MEN
Real men, keep stealing', my pretend girlfriend
Real men keep butting' in. They've done it again. Real men
No one seems to…
Sometimes we decide to do things just to find that it takes more than making a decision to actually do things.
WASTED TEARS
There'll be no wasted tears running down my cheek
There'll be no wasted cries in my troubled sleep
No wasted hours…
Sometimes we decide to do things just to find that it takes more than making a decision to actually do things.
WASTED TEARS
There'll be no wasted tears running down my cheek
There'll be no wasted cries in my troubled sleep
No wasted hours…
Sometimes we decide to do things just to find that it takes more than making a decision to actually do things.
WASTED TEARS
There'll be no wasted tears running down my cheek
There'll be no wasted cries in my troubled sleep
No wasted hours…
Facebook is a horrible thing. The real world keeps intruding into the perfectly peaceful virtual world.
REAL MEN
Real men, keep stealing', my pretend girlfriend
Real men keep butting' in. They've done it again. Real men
No one seems to…
Facebook is a horrible thing. The real world keeps intruding into the perfectly peaceful virtual world.
REAL MEN
Real men, keep stealing', my pretend girlfriend
Real men keep butting' in. They've done it again. Real men
No one seems to…
Facebook is a horrible thing. The real world keeps intruding into the perfectly peaceful virtual world.
REAL MEN
Real men, keep stealing', my pretend girlfriend
Real men keep butting' in. They've done it again. Real men
No one seems to…
THE DENA WIND
The winds, they blow down thru the canyon
(Dena and I met in Canyon, Texas to check out a museum.)
Blowing so wild and free
And the night is my only companion
As they're blowing La Dena to me
Blowing in the wind
Canyons…
Facebook is a horrible thing. The real world keeps intruding into the perfectly peaceful virtual world.
REAL MEN
Real men, keep stealing', my pretend girlfriend
Real men keep butting' in. They've done it again. Real men
No one seems to…
Facebook is a horrible thing. The real world keeps intruding into the perfectly peaceful virtual world.
REAL MEN
Real men, keep stealing', my pretend girlfriend
Real men keep butting' in. They've done it again. Real men
No one seems to…
Facebook is a horrible thing. The real world keeps intruding into the perfectly peaceful virtual world.
REAL MEN
Real men, keep stealing', my pretend girlfriend
Real men keep butting' in. They've done it again. Real men
No one seems to…
Sequoia Memories...Capo @ 5
C
Off the coast of California
Where the dolphins ride the waves
We stood and watched them from the cliffs above
Until the sunlight went away
Then we slept in ancient shadows
Underneath the redwood trees…
There's not a drop of RICH MAN'S BLOOD
in the puddles of this war.
But the blood that's spilled's become a flood
of the hungry and the poor.
There is not a trace of RICH MAN'S BLOOD
in the bags that hang beside
the beds of legless soldiers…
I wrote this after I sang with a friend
at his mother's funeral.
He had always wondered
why he looked nothing like his brothers...
DOOR MAT
Key - A
A) My daddy treated Mama like a door mat
D) Me and little brother didn't like that…
I wrote this after I sang with a friend
at his mother's funeral.
He had always wondered
why he looked nothing like his brothers...
DOOR MAT
Key - A
A) My daddy treated Mama like a door mat
D) Me and little brother didn't like that…
The lyrics of this song,
as they pertain to plot,
are my exact memory of the event.
I had spoken to the kid maybe a minute before the "action" started about how the pressure of the water was very strong. He was nestled down with his back…
NAAD -Just read your lyrics and liatend.to the son...w
Very beautiful, very moving...beautiful how you he'd on the rhyme scheme an dmade it work...so love the slave t rhymes as well...they're my favorite...super smooth transitions....tell me a bit about the inclusion of you garden reflections in the middle of the song...counter point? Balancing urgency and reality? Love, love, love thisnone...will.ha r to listen again.
"tell me a bit about the inclusion of you garden reflections in the middle of the song...counter point?" it all ties in when I relate it to the weather, "...there's lightning and thunder...but this summer is a wash...what we really need is rain." The reason the river was up that day was because there had been so much rain in the previous days, they were lowering the dam to lower the water lever in the lake that fed this river.
Refuge into the imagination:
Is it crazy?
Is it survival?
Is desire to survive crazy?
THERE SHE WAS Key - G 102811
G
She'd been gone for three years now so he'd been on the road
Playing every truck stop bar and every song he…
Now and perpendicular to now, where shadows are, as we will create the next song of music and make sounds together in the now but also in the perpendicular to now for the theme at sound in. of course any music on theme or not is ok. At right angles…
One night after three month of no rain, as we were driving home from singing at Gringos in Grapevine a splash of water hit the windshield.
I said to myself, "Sweet Rain."
I went home and wrote the song. It's on the soundtrack of a movie called…
I never sing this song the same two times in a row.
The lyric below is pretty close to how I sing it now.
Listening again, this is an awful version of this song...
I have my recording machine working again...I must redo this.
I PLAY C…
Like most or all of your songs, there is always something really stands out and pays off big time. That last verse (or is it the last two) is absolutely, powefully emotion packed. And it is somewhat Vonnegut like in that so much is conveyed so precisely and with elegant simplicity. "... in the dream we left behind" - my God man, it's pure genius. Not the first two times I heard the song, but the first time I "listened" to it, I thought WHAT WAS THAT! And the it sunk in.
I have a new love
Of course she doesn’t know
How can a work of art
Know when lovers come and go
And when the artist is the art!
My eyes are the eyes of the beholder
And my eyes are the eyes of the world…
…when the artist is the art…
CATTAILS AND BUTTERFLIES capo @ 4 in C
C G repeat
There was a field around the corner
And a stream flowed cross the field
There were cat tails in the summer time
And monarch butterflies
And tadpoles sprouting wings
E…
"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…
"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…
"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…
I sent that link to my bff Misty. Remember her?
This was her response: I love the juxtaposition of the absurdity of the subject to the poignancy of the underlying message. Spoken like an English teacher. Michael Soto
Yeah, there's an "Indian" graveyard somewhere out there at the Stock Yards.
COWTOWN Key Em
Em C D Em
In a courtyard down the alley there’s a graveyard…
Naad Kaur Khalsa
James Michael Taylor oooo...shadows and regret...I am happy to say I haven't much regret...a lot of deep sorrow...pocketed in loss...shock that is oh so slow to wear off
THE COUCH - key - C
https://fb.watch/lIEUn31mBZ/
https://www.facebook.com/100054814402634/videos/2856132984527543/
1-C 4-F
Today we put the couch out by the road
5-G…
So, this friend listens to The Couch and immediately tells me I MUST mention the imaginary friends behind the couch. That "hair" is gookie. It didn't occur to her that if I mentioned all the things listeners thought of when they listened to the song, we would still be singing...
Comments on James Michael Taylor's stuff
Hey, this one has a great drive. A perfect country/blues rocker.
Great songwriting, as usual. The mix sounds a bit rough to me, but I love the arrangement.
A cool blast of reality
You cool dude!!! I love everything about this!
Sounds like a song that could be part of a stage production. Believable and emotional delivery, very nice guitar in there. B
enjoyed this. those harmonies are perfect!
Heartfelt stuff. Very thought provoking...
No FB for me....I prefer anti-social networking. Cool track man.
Oh yeah, this is a real cool track. Love it.
Disgrace book is what I call it. Great track mate.
A beauty , love the way that guitar melody is played.
JMT you have a legacy worth of recordings here....phewww.....its gonna be awhile beforebI can get through these. Enjoying what I am hearing..)
love the vocal work! It has an AM radio driving thru the midwest feel goin on. i dig!
Rock on Jimmy,
love it!
I'm sorry man
This is a great song
So perfectly said...A sad and hideous fact of human existence.
Top song mate.
Excellent all round , great listen
Comments made by James Michael Taylor
NAAD -Just read your lyrics and liatend.to the son...w Very beautiful, very moving...beautiful how you he'd on the rhyme scheme an dmade it work...so love the slave t rhymes as well...they're my favorite...super smooth transitions....tell me a bit about the inclusion of you garden reflections in the middle of the song...counter point? Balancing urgency and reality? Love, love, love thisnone...will.ha r to listen again. "tell me a bit about the inclusion of you garden reflections in the middle of the song...counter point?" it all ties in when I relate it to the weather, "...there's lightning and thunder...but this summer is a wash...what we really need is rain." The reason the river was up that day was because there had been so much rain in the previous days, they were lowering the dam to lower the water lever in the lake that fed this river.
Cory Michael -I listened to the song and think you should definitely sing it next week. You're a hell of a story teller, James!
Evocative stuff.
Cindy Grayson James Michael Taylor beautiful song
Pamela Steuber Anderson James Michael Taylor I love this song. Thank you.
Like most or all of your songs, there is always something really stands out and pays off big time. That last verse (or is it the last two) is absolutely, powefully emotion packed. And it is somewhat Vonnegut like in that so much is conveyed so precisely and with elegant simplicity. "... in the dream we left behind" - my God man, it's pure genius. Not the first two times I heard the song, but the first time I "listened" to it, I thought WHAT WAS THAT! And the it sunk in.
That is beautiful, James. Thank you. Rachel Eastman
It's fun trying to imagine the movie this is the sound to. "Hoooooonk." Thanks for listening to my music.
504 Hathaway, San Luis Obispo, California. 1954
Lazarus Knight Absolutely one of your best.
Kat Angel Absolutely beautiful!
Roberta Hargrove Bitter sweet! I love this!
I sent that link to my bff Misty. Remember her? This was her response: I love the juxtaposition of the absurdity of the subject to the poignancy of the underlying message. Spoken like an English teacher. Michael Soto
Terry Rasor James Michael Taylor btw love that tune my friend!
Linder Bassy Wow I love the song
Patty Brunson That is a great song.
Nola Lloyd Griffiths Wolley I love your story telling singing style. Takes me back to my childhood. Love it
Nola Lloyd Griffiths Wolley Very much enjoyed
Naad Kaur Khalsa James Michael Taylor oooo...shadows and regret...I am happy to say I haven't much regret...a lot of deep sorrow...pocketed in loss...shock that is oh so slow to wear off
So, this friend listens to The Couch and immediately tells me I MUST mention the imaginary friends behind the couch. That "hair" is gookie. It didn't occur to her that if I mentioned all the things listeners thought of when they listened to the song, we would still be singing...