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 song tells the story...
"You are tuned to WBAP, Fort Worth, Texas."
Daddy asked, "Where is Jimmy?" Daddy asking, "Where is Jimmy?"
Daddy asking, "Where is Jimmy, now?"
Daddy asked, "Where is Jimmy?" Daddy wondering, "Where is Jimmy…
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…
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…
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…
TEENAGERS ARE STUPID
Teenagers are stupid
At least I was
All the silly things we'd say
Silly, silly things
"Everyone is doing it."
It's a wonder we lived to be this old
Teenagers are stupid
Teenagers are stupid
What a hoot
How can…
Dogs, cats, chickens, hamsters, human beings...it's all the same.
THE POUND
Thank you for coming to the pound
Take your time. Look around.
We’ve got something for everyone,
Someone for everyone.
Thank you for coming to the pound…
Dogs, cats, chickens, hamsters, human beings...it's all the same.
THE POUND
Thank you for coming to the pound
Take your time. Look around.
We’ve got something for everyone,
Someone for everyone.
Thank you for coming to the pound…
One day Connie Ramsey called and let it slip
that she was writing a rocking chair song. I thot that was a good subject for a song so I wrote one too.
Rocking Chair
Well, I got one on the porch and one in the den
And just enough umph for…
Really enjoyed this one -- love the psychedelic seasoning. A great arrangement of sounds -- sweet. You've an ingenious touch to your mix-down that's Rockin'! Rock on!
Dogs, cats, chickens, hamsters, human beings...it's all the same.
THE POUND
Thank you for coming to the pound
Take your time. Look around.
We’ve got something for everyone,
Someone for everyone.
Thank you for coming to the pound…
Dogs, cats, chickens, hamsters, human beings...it's all the same.
THE POUND
Thank you for coming to the pound
Take your time. Look around.
We’ve got something for everyone,
Someone for everyone.
Thank you for coming to the pound…
Dogs, cats, chickens, hamsters, human beings...it's all the same.
THE POUND
Thank you for coming to the pound
Take your time. Look around.
We’ve got something for everyone,
Someone for everyone.
Thank you for coming to the pound…
Dogs, cats, chickens, hamsters, human beings...it's all the same.
THE POUND
Thank you for coming to the pound
Take your time. Look around.
We’ve got something for everyone,
Someone for everyone.
Thank you for coming to the pound…
Dogs, cats, chickens, hamsters, human beings...it's all the same.
THE POUND
Thank you for coming to the pound
Take your time. Look around.
We’ve got something for everyone,
Someone for everyone.
Thank you for coming to the pound…
Dogs, cats, chickens, hamsters, human beings...it's all the same.
THE POUND
Thank you for coming to the pound
Take your time. Look around.
We’ve got something for everyone,
Someone for everyone.
Thank you for coming to the pound…
(Remastered 22/10/2021)
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…
(Remastered 22/10/2021)
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…
(Remastered 22/10/2021)
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…
(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…
Precision! Restraint! The clarity and deliberateness of this production leaves me grasping for words. It's like you created it within a straight jacket.
(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…
(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
So perfectly said...A sad and hideous fact of human existence.
Top song mate.
Excellent all round , great listen
Like the layered vocal , great lyric
..."My dad was the guy to fix your tv And he could fix a Fender or a Peavey" Awesome :D
Cool!
Ooh... moving x
Faved from the outset. Love the vocals. Fabulous tale in the lyrics. Brilliant. Looking forward to the update.
Haaa! Great job. Very cool vocals. Taking me back to Loggins and Messina era.
gritty and powerful un-nerving
super!!!
That's where I got my woman. They never told me she wasn't fixed :D Saved and Faved.
Dig! I adore this trippy, groovy, psychotic number. Delicious. 5 stars! Great job!
Really enjoyed this one -- love the psychedelic seasoning. A great arrangement of sounds -- sweet. You've an ingenious touch to your mix-down that's Rockin'! Rock on!
Four legs and love, makes me wish we were all free again.
Nice gentle track. Interesting idea you had, beautifully played and sung James. Oh, I like the cute one in the black hat! :)
Nice tune. I like the story with a bit of humor.
Thank you for being there!
very creative..makes me wanna visit..
Love this!
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.