James Michael Taylor

KAWEAH Kaweah, Kaweah There's a place on up the hill Redwood trees are standing still The murmur of the river will invite you Lay your head down on a rock You'll forget about the clock The whisper of the sun will melt the shadows…read more

Peggy left in the winter of 2007. Seems like yesterday. I dream of her so often it seems that she is still around here somewhere. When Peggy comes home I’ll have the dishes put away The floors will be swept and all the bills will…read more

This song is just what it is and says what it says. It's where I am and where my hopes lie. It all just happens to fit into a song... WHEN PEGGY COMES HOME When Peggy comes home I’ll have the dishes put away The floor will be swept and…read more

DOG PARK Everybody meet me down at the DOG PARK If you need me I’ll be down at the DOG PARK Sunday afternoon and I’m bound for the DOG PARK Everybody gets along at the DOG PARK White and black and brown at the DOG PARK Nobody’s looking…read more

It’s a small town event. 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…read more

KAWEAH Kaweah, Kaweah There's a place on up the hill Redwood trees are standing still The murmur of the river will invite you Lay your head down on a rock You'll forget about the clock The whisper of the sun will melt the shadows…read more

It's been a long time. Too many distractions and not enough time, or even focus to play lately. Somehow this song, "Higher Ground" squeaked out from some hidden place.

IZZY She had a Martin guitar and an old Ghost pedal I could tell by the way she banged that thing she’d been brought up on metal She was finding her sound. All ninety five pounds With an attitude that said, “Dude! You’ll be seeing me…read more

AUBREY She just lets her music out Not much more than a breath No need to scream or shout We hear what she says Listen to the quiet voices whispering in her head… © 2018 Royal T Music

IZZY She had a Martin guitar and an old Ghost pedal I could tell by the way she banged that thing she’d been brought up on metal She was finding her sound. All ninety five pounds With an attitude that said, “Dude! You’ll be seeing me…read more