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…
DOOR MAT
Key - A
A) My daddy treated Mama like a door mat
D) Me and little brother didn't like that
We E) never understood what was going A) down
My daddy was the guy to fix your tv
And he could fix a Fender or a Peavey
(But) Daddy…
DOOR MAT
Key - A
A) My daddy treated Mama like a door mat
D) Me and little brother didn't like that
We E) never understood what was going A) down
My daddy was the guy to fix your tv
And he could fix a Fender or a Peavey
(But) Daddy…
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…
DOOR MAT
Key - A
A) My daddy treated Mama like a door mat
D) Me and little brother didn't like that
We E) never understood what was going A) down
My daddy was the guy to fix your tv
And he could fix a Fender or a Peavey
(But) Daddy…
DOOR MAT
Key - A
A) My daddy treated Mama like a door mat
D) Me and little brother didn't like that
We E) never understood what was going A) down
My daddy was the guy to fix your tv
And he could fix a Fender or a Peavey
(But) Daddy…
DOOR MAT
Key - A
A) My daddy treated Mama like a door mat
D) Me and little brother didn't like that
We E) never understood what was going A) down
My daddy was the guy to fix your tv
And he could fix a Fender or a Peavey
(But) Daddy…
DOOR MAT
Key - A
A) My daddy treated Mama like a door mat
D) Me and little brother didn't like that
We E) never understood what was going A) down
My daddy was the guy to fix your tv
And he could fix a Fender or a Peavey
(But) Daddy…
I read in the newspaper about an 82-yr-old woman in Houston who got arrested for growing seven marijuana plants in her back yard. The song almost wrote itself.
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
Old Country Songs
Wooden Chair by the window
Gibson on my lap
And the time I spend strumming
Is never coming back
The sun is shining on me
Evening won’t be long
I’m living in the city
Singing…
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
Old Country Songs
Wooden Chair by the window
Gibson on my lap
And the time I spend strumming
Is never coming back
The sun is shining on me
Evening won’t be long
I’m living in the city
Singing…
Years ago, when I had just started writing songs, I read a novel by Terry Pratchett (Equal Rites) that inspired me to write a song which I imagined as a soundtrack for a scene from the book where Grandma Weatherwax was riding on a broom stick…
Remember the waitress in the Blues Brothers saying,"Oh,we got both kinds of music. Country and western" This melody hearkens back to the day when we was raping and pillaging the land. Killing off the buffalo and the Indians and generally trying…
Wasting Time // a Collaboration with Steve Krell
Steve Krell - Electric Guitar Magic
http://alonetone.com/slkrell
Greg Connor - Guitar, Harmonica, Bass
Lyrics & Chords
Wasting Time
Capo II and play in A
G It’s a C medley of G changes…
A song about conspiracy theorists. They bug me with their wingeing. "Wah wah wah, it's not fair" - well do something about it then, instead of claiming some kind of superiority and secret knowledge like we give a damn! Rant over, lol.
I really liked this...especially if it's true. For some reason I'm a failure as a gardener. And where I live right now would be death to any chickens I let run in my yard on account of the raccoons. A very nice song.
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Memories long in music sleeping,
No more sleeping,
No more dumb:
Delicate phantoms softly creeping
Softly back from the old-world come.
Faintest odours around them straying,
Suddenly straying
In chambers dim;
Whispering silks in order…
This track is from the 1986 Scartaglen album "The Middle Path". The first tune "Jezaig" was composed by Breton musician Gilles Le Bigot. The second tune is one of the "Cantigas de Santa Maria" and is attributed to King Alfonso X of Spain
Roger…
Comments on James Michael Taylor's stuff
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
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.
Comments made by James Michael Taylor
Sounds like someone the republicans would be running for president. Very pretty song.
Doctors are mean!
Maybe we need to OCCUPY the real estate lady.
My sentiments exactly.
That was fun! "...use it on her joints..."
The sound is very Townes Van Zandt... I was listening from the other when it first came on and I thot it WAS TVZ. Like an Irish TVZ.
Lu, Welcome to Alonetone.
Sweet gentle looking back without anger
Very "movie-ish." Yes. Glad you got it back.
Yep!
Love it.
Gotta write words for this one...
Very nice groove. Catches the feel of the open road...
I'd lik to see the video to this... j mt
Very nice sound. Clean and clear.
Ha ha...
Like it. Buffalo Springfield written all over it.
I really liked this...especially if it's true. For some reason I'm a failure as a gardener. And where I live right now would be death to any chickens I let run in my yard on account of the raccoons. A very nice song.
Beautiful...
Sounds very old English. Like Bert Jentz or John Rhenborn. Like it. Very nice guitar sound.