Gramma's Shampoo
Gramma's shampoo is washing my hair
And I hope it will notice that gramma's not there
It's the kind that knows just what to do
Says it right there on the bottle, shampoo
"Automatically adjusts to your hair's cleansing needs…
ACID TEARS
As the hours turn into days and the weeks turn into years
I am happy, but I'm always close to tears
Surely as the love that we share will last forever
Our bodies will die and our love will go on
And tho the thot that love will…
I have a video called THE BROKE PIANO on line at
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JON_poM_sdY
Ironically, it does not include this song.
Key D
D (figure is D D sus, D D sus)
I am a BROKE PIANO. Got no damper and no keys
G…
I dwell in Possibility--
A fairer House than Prose--
More numerous of Windows--
Superior--for Doors--
Of Chambers as the Cedars--
Impregnable of Eye--
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky--
Of Visitors--the fairest--
For Occupation--This--
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise--
Emily Dickinson, "I dwell in possibility" (#657)
The last time I saw Grandpa was fifty years ago
Palmdale, California. I was 4 years old
He was stooped and withered. A worn-out little man.
I remember him the best I can
I swear I just saw Grandpa in Daddy's barn just now
Out beyond the…
HOEDOWN
Hey now. Hoe now. Hey now. Hoe now.
Chop that cotton. row now. Oh. Oh.
...two, three, four. Hoe now. Hey now.
What you got to say, now? Tell me what you
said. What’s in your pretty head now.
Swing your partner. Oh. Allemande right…
Peggy taught me an Eagles song toward the end off our life together. I think it was NEW BOY IN TOWN. (I had no idea what she was telling me.) I took the chord progression from that song and wrote this. Peggy said that was cheating.
WATERMELON…
it's been a while since I've listen to your stuff....don't know why...because its all good as far as I can tell and this is another point in case a great story told witha wonderful voice
GROWL
In the middle of the night my stomachs growling’
The windows rattle and the coyotes howling’
Tip toe to the pantry to do a little prowling’
The cupboard’s empty and the well’s run dry
Not enough water to tear my eye
In the middle…
CHRISTMAS IN MY HEART
Dear Mom and Dad,
I know you worry.
I know you're tired.
But I know you are thinking of me.
Your letters keep me inspired.
When the time comes and I can't leave,
Sand in my boots, sours on my feet
I'll stand the heat because…
A CASKET AND A ROSE
capo @ 2 Am
There's nothing quite as slow to grow
Than a cherry laurel tree
A fingerling that grows beneath
That old oak canopy
Presented as a volunteer
On that creek bank south of town
One hundred yards from our…
A Restless Time
Watching in the restless time
of what you've got to be.
I don't know if you can draw
and I don't know to see
just what it's for.
just what it's for for me.
I go down the road today
and I don't know what to say
I saw…
That's a very cool song.
Also, I want to say, "Thanks," for visiting my music. I used to play the Basement Coffee House back when Lyle was running the show. Married the girl behind the concessions counter.
This is a piece written for the Linux Musicians Uncompetition (http://www.linuxmusicians.com/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=10331).
The purpose of such un-competition is making some music with Linux tools, and then share it.
The premise for this…
He received the sacraments with devotion, exclaimed,—
"Grand Dieu, et vous tous temoins de ma mort, j'ai vecu en philosophe, et je meurs en Chretien," and so died.
He received the sacraments with devotion, exclaimed,—
"Grand Dieu, et vous tous temoins de ma mort, j'ai vecu en philosophe, et je meurs en Chretien," and so died.
He received the sacraments with devotion, exclaimed,—
"Grand Dieu, et vous tous temoins de ma mort, j'ai vecu en philosophe, et je meurs en Chretien," and so died.
#RPM Challenge 2013#
"Under Watchful Eyes" is my 10th song for the RPM Challenge 2013. Thank you for taking the time to listen.
The adjoining video was filmed February 6, 2013 along the Mississippi River near Red Wing Minnesota (approximately…
January Town
-
With the snow coming down
in this January town
how could I not think of you
Oh the words that you said
still echo in my head:
When one dies one is born anew
In the parking lot of the graveyard
a stranger walked up to me
he said…
Well, screw the metronome, damn the torpedoes, and grab a capo!
Sometimes the best versions are the ones played fast and loose. Hope you enjoy this song adapted from one of my all-time favorite poems (I'm a bit biased since my dad wrote it…
Frozen eyes....
and like the wail of a crying child...
she grieves for what is lost to her...
finding solace in a shared moment....
she absently brushes the thought away....
there is no beauty in the sky....
or warmth on her face…
This is a little ditty I did for a local songwriting group I'm in. The prompt was "No instruments" and a previous prompt was "One chord only", so I combined the two.
The haikus were written for a creativity group I'm in, so I used them for…
New mix (24th Oct 2013).
Vocals & Lyrics: Errol Chugg
Composed by Steffen Offermann & Errol Chugg
Guitar: Bobby Clohessy & Mark A. Shrider
Bass: Andreas Glummert
Drums: Ken Grover
New mix (24th Oct 2013).
Vocals & Lyrics: Errol Chugg
Composed by Steffen Offermann & Errol Chugg
Guitar: Bobby Clohessy & Mark A. Shrider
Bass: Andreas Glummert
Drums: Ken Grover
Sounds like a trip across Arizona to me. On a Harley. Love of your life on the buddy seat. Arms around you. Wind blowing. Hair flying. Center line markers clicking by. Lost in the motion.
Comments on James Michael Taylor's stuff
Love it!
I like this song!!
What perk of orchestration,into it, inTuit.
I am fairly sure i have a feeling I am also pretty close to a broke piano,props!
I dwell in Possibility-- A fairer House than Prose-- More numerous of Windows-- Superior--for Doors-- Of Chambers as the Cedars-- Impregnable of Eye-- And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky-- Of Visitors--the fairest-- For Occupation--This-- The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise-- Emily Dickinson, "I dwell in possibility" (#657)
Country music at it's best
Another gem, love it especially the vocals
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I'm still here, I listen all day long. All the songs here. I'm starting to feel like JMT, in fact. Hmm ...
~holy, he leaves the dome, not knowing what will happen~
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it's been a while since I've listen to your stuff....don't know why...because its all good as far as I can tell and this is another point in case a great story told witha wonderful voice
love a song with a story and a lovely melody.....nice job James
These flakes are light and funny, they whirl and sparkle***
~snowflakes~
Ooohh, good one.
Wow, you've been busy. I really like this track, made me smile.
I liked this as much as Suzy Woozy , an excellent idea , and really well done
Nice festive song , great lyric , love the vox
good driving beat, James, powerful lyrics.
Comments made by James Michael Taylor
Very cool song. Love the guitar sound.
That's a very cool song. Also, I want to say, "Thanks," for visiting my music. I used to play the Basement Coffee House back when Lyle was running the show. Married the girl behind the concessions counter.
Well, you are choosing your samples/sounds well. I really like what it all adds up to.
Too sad for words...
Breezy groove. Very nice.
This is beautiful. Is that a harp?
Love the blending of diverse elements.
Well, Dare I hope to do as well. But I'm sure going to do some experimenting.
That's the best synthesized strings I've ever heard that I know of. What are you doing them with?
Very mournful. Is that real violins? (pyropool@earthlink.net)
I can hear Marty Robbins singing this. Such a suggestion of sadness.
...a time a place and a girl. Nice song. Cool imagery...."snow has hushed the sound..." And the graveyard reference.
Like vocals.
Very good! ...and well done.
Such desolation...
For some reason, unbeknownst to me, I can not get this or the above songs to play.
I like this a lot. But on my player the background voices overwhelm your words. Want to hear the words. Want to hear the words.
Actually, it's more like Toy Matinee. Kevin Gilbert was one of my favorites.
Sounds like Las Angeles to me. Steely Dan. Clean.
Sounds like a trip across Arizona to me. On a Harley. Love of your life on the buddy seat. Arms around you. Wind blowing. Hair flying. Center line markers clicking by. Lost in the motion.