James Michael Taylor's listening history
Kathy Holdway and friends sings my song, CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT. It is available on a Cd titled PICKIN'IN THE SHED from Shadetree Recording, Athens, Texas..
My version is at https://alonetone.com/jamesmichaeltaylor/playlists/feathers-in-the-wind…
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Capo 2 in C
This is a true story. Cody even permitted me to use his name.
Cody is a cowboy, a horseman, that’s for sure
Traded in his guitar for long John underwear
Every day he pulls his boots almost to his knees
Oh, Cody is a cowboy…
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I have a new love
Of course she doesn’t know
How can a work of art
Know when lovers come and go
And when the artist is the art!
My eyes are the eyes of the beholder
And my eyes are the eyes of the world…
…when the artist is the art…
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I have a new love
Of course she doesn’t know
How can a work of art
Know when lovers come and go
And when the artist is the art!
My eyes are the eyes of the beholder
And my eyes are the eyes of the world…
…when the artist is the art…
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SKATING - Capo @ 7
Am F
I shouldn’t be out skating. Storm is passing thru
Dm E
Out here in the darkness where I last saw you
Standing neath…
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Refuge into the imagination:
Is it crazy?
Is it survival?
Is desire to survive crazy?
THERE SHE WAS Key - G 102811
G
She'd been gone for three years now so he'd been on the road
Playing every truck stop bar and every song he…
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Refuge into the imagination:
Is it crazy?
Is it survival?
Is desire to survive crazy?
THERE SHE WAS Key - G 102811
G
She'd been gone for three years now so he'd been on the road
Playing every truck stop bar and every song he…
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capo @ 4 Am - 3/4 time (starts on A)
Am G Am G Am
Last night I said Good bye to Rose but long ago I learned.
The things that last we seldom know and think a bridge is burned.
Bb…
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capo @ 4 Am - 3/4 time (starts on A)
Am G Am G Am
Last night I said Good bye to Rose but long ago I learned.
The things that last we seldom know and think a bridge is burned.
Bb…
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Her name was Rosemarie Jean and I have lost contact with her. She wrote the poem I turned into Beneath the August Moon.
I SAW ROSE AGAIN TODAY
I saw Rose again today
And I recognized the way
My heart reached out
With unturned fingers…
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