James Michael Taylor's listening history
SLEEPING ALONE
Now, I've got room for my radio and I've got room for my phone
And I've got room for my books and sun glasses now that I'm sleeping alone
Now I've got room for my tablet and I've got room for my pen
And now I've got room for…
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Well, it's like I went down town last night to see Guthrie playing with Ray and I came home with a song.
NOBODY KNOW ME IN TOWN ANY MORE Capo @ 1 in G
There’s a bird in the gutter that’s so sound asleep
He can’t hear the music that’s sweeping…
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CROOKED - 052310
There is an outfit that hires Latinos to push these little wheeled boxes (some are actually tricycles they ride) cooled with dry ice and filled with all flavors of popsicles that they sell for 50 cents. At some point it became…
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My mom is 91 and still holding on.
The people that help her make it thru
each day have learned that there is no
sense in arguing with her about who they
are or when it is...thus the song.
MAMA HAS A TIME MACHINE key - Em
Mama has a…
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Anyone see the pelicans and the dead fish floating in the oil? (In the midst of the Great Gulf Leak.)
I'M NOT GONNA CRY
Oil-covered pelicans smother
Feathered brother.
I'm not gonna cry.
I'm not gonna cry
Turtles and dolphins and…
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Like I wrote a song for a girl and then sang it myself!
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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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This song might be better suited for a girl but I don't have a girl anymore.
CAREFREE
Every time I go out looking for someone who's not like me
Someone who's learned to take their time and live their poetry
I dream that Care's a monkey…
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Some questions and some guesses...about dreams.
Video @ https://vimeo.com/214337550/158436839
BETWEEN OUR DREAMS Capo @ 2 KEY F
FM7 - When we are born do dreams begin
Or was it dreams we dwelt within
C - And when we die does dreaming cease…
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I found this poem I wrote back before she left. I put music to it and recorded it night before last.
Yeah, the high voice is me too.
LEAVING Key Am
Am Dm
He rattles like a tambourine, his…
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