SEASONS Midnight rendezvous. Window to her room. Teenaged lovers under cover. masquerade of sound: Thunder from the sky. Train passing by. Wind howlin’ strong. The world is their song. Don your winter down. Snow falls all around This…

IN MY DREAM by James Michael Taylor Last night I held your hand Reached out and touched your hand I know it's just a dream I say, "What does that change?" Today the sun will shine Because you made it mine IN MY DREAM I held…

THE GIRL HERE IN MY HEART by James Michael Taylor If you ever see her tell her that I love her She might not remember. She has found another I you ever see her you will recognize her The girl here in this picture. She's the girl here in my heart…

THE TABLE by Jeff Prince Funny, running into you this way after all these years You hardly aged a single day except those lines around your eyes when you smile. She laughs as she recalls the girl that she was and the boy who chased her around…

SHALLOW GRAVE by Jeff Prince/JMT Oh, well, well. Oh, my, my. I'd like to see you on the other side Oh, well, well. Oh, my, my. I'd like to see you in the Bye & Bye. I tried to write you a song but I couldn't thin' think of nothin…

This is a mess but when we tried to clean it up it killed the spirit of it so we decided to just take off our critics hat and just enjoy the energy of it. FOREVER by James Michael Taylor My baby say she loves me. Gonna love me forever…

Piece for a scene in a movie... DARK BLOOD

MAN THAT I AM - Key Dm Dm Train pulls out the station and the shades are all drawn Cold steel bites my ankles and I am on my way home G I would jump out of that window. Risk a bullet in my back Dm But I'm shackled to a bunk…

Even we who think we are too good to watch soap operas watch soap operas. HOUSE Key - D (C capo @ 2) 0516/1712 I don't have a life/Not a real life Tho I may be bold/I don't have a hand to hold I don't have a life/Not a real life No…

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…