James Michael Taylor's listening history
THE LEAP
Well, a man took a walk down a trail with his buddies. Everybody came along.
And they came to a cravis with a pumas at the bottom and he was singing this song
"Well, you can go back or you can leap forward, or you can leave it up…
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Marian is my favorite fiddle player after Itzhak Perlman. She and I wrote this song about her feeling of her Dad's presence when she plays and people listen.
MARION'S SONG
A puff of smoke when her violin broke
A look that just said, "I…
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What's to say? That we actually have anything to do with what our government does? Ha! Even Woody Guthrie knew the truth. They just leave that verse out of his "anthem".
No Man's Land
Easy come, easy go. Nothing lasts for long
Pay your…
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Written in Isaba, Spain 2003. On location shooting THE STONE RAFT/HET STENEN VLAT/La Balsa de Piedra. If you leave me a note, please tell me who you are.
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THE LAST TIME I SAW GRAND PA
The last time I saw grand pa was sixty years agp
Palmdale, California and I was four years old
He was stooped and withered
A worn-out little man. I remember him the best I can
I swear I saw my grand pa in…
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SIX OCLOCK SHADOWS
At six o'clock the windmill throws it's shadow on the grave
The cattle chew their cud and lowly low above the one we didn't save
The broken body buried there beneath the sod we carried there that day
And tho we hold each…
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THE CHILD WITH THE BEAUTIFUL NAME
(The story is @ iburymydead.com)
What remains of an eagle that's fallen
The roots of an oak tree now claim
To draw sap for the shade for the cattle
O're the child with the beautiful name
The law, it…
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After seeing a quick pick up at the Leather Ball Saloon in Dallas one 1974 evening. This is a song from the album, FEATHERS IN THE WING by Snow Geese/Barbara, Michael Jeffrey and me. 1976
(50 years later, I am stunned at the starkness of this…
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One night after three month of no rain, as we were driving home from singing at Gringos in Grapevine a splash of water hit the windshield.
I said to myself, "Sweet Rain."
I went home and wrote the song. It's on the soundtrack of a movie called…
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Written one morning at OLD Number NINE weekend with Eliza Gilkyson.
SNAPSHOTS
Life's a million snapshots, all lined and flashing
It seem like a movie but it's the persistence of our vision
It all goes in circles, hashing and rehashing…
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