SHARDS
by James Michael Taylor
- 01. NEVER GIVE UP 122714 - SHARDS 0:43
- 02. NEW DAY 082814 - SHARDS 2:36
- 03. CAROL 112414 - SHARDS 2:31
- 04. IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY 092914 - SHARDS 2:34
- 05. THE GIFT 011415 A - SHARDS 3:23
- 06. ANYTHING BUT CRY 122714 - SHARDS 3:21
- 07. PLEASE DON'T TELL ME ANY MORE 092914 a - SHARDS 4:08
- 08. DEAR PEGGY 082814 A - SHARDS 3:21
- 09. NEW DAY (MINOR) 020217 - SHARDS 2:33
- 10. NO ONE TO RUN TO 020217 - SHARDS 2:58
- 11. A YEAR IN JAIL 122814 - SHARDS 3:16
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A YEAR IN JAIL 122814 - SHARDS
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Actually, it was almost two years. 1965-67.
Leavenworth, Kansas U S Army prison. I played the organ at the daily Protestant chapel. Took dictation and typed letters for the Protestant chaplain. Wrote 2-page letters in tiny tiny writing. Ended up moving out to the farm where I cared for hundreds of laying hens. Went home to a job at the Reynolds Aluminum reduction plant, in Troutdale, on the Columbia River. Married Barbara Bowles. Raised a family… Dreamed of being back at the prison farm.
D G Bb A
A year in jail can change man
You hang on to everything you can
Some things just bound to slip away
I’m stuck in a cell with I don’t know what
Can’t sleep a wink is all I got
One foot on the floor, ten cigarettes a day
The bang of the gate. The blink of the light
All locked up and safe at night
Singing in the choir and dreaming I’ll Fly Away
Breakfast is stale so I stay in bed
Thinkin’ about my mama and what she said
But my thots and mama are a thousand miles away
G D G Bb A
Can’t pull the shade. Can’t shut the door
Falling down the stairs from the seventh floor
I pump pig iron til I got no more
I’m so damn tired I can’t keep score
D
Weather? There’s no weather.
Time? I got plenty of time.
G D
Laying down tracks, trying to keep it all together
G Bb A
Soaking up the change…never dropping a dime
Some glad morning I will fly away, Some glad morning
A year in Jail or maybe two
Maybe three. What’s that to you?
I’m out of sight so I’ve been out of mind
But I’ll be headed home with brand new clothes
Shiny shoes and a cleaned up nose
Then I’ll take the first job I can find
Windows all so dirty and high
There’s nothing to look at so I don’t try
Cry and cry until my eyes are dry
And everything in here is a god damned lie…
A move to the farm with a custody bump.
A book I found at the prison dump
A thousand hens and a thousand eggs a day
A pint of blood for a piece of cake
A pat on the back for the belts I make…
No fence out here but I decide to stay
Weather? There’s no weather.
Time? I got plenty of time…
(C) 2014 Royal T Music
A Year In Jail 122814 Jim”
A year in jail can change man
You hang on to everything you can
Some things just bound to slip away
I’m stuck in a cell with I don’t know what
Can’t sleep a wink is all I got
One foot on the floor, ten cigarettes a day
The bang of the gate. The blink of the light
All locked up and safe at night
Singing in the choir and dreaming I’ll Fly Away
Breakfast is stale so I stay in bed
Thinkin’ about my mama and what she said
But my thots and mama are a thousand miles away
Can’t pull the shade. Can’t shut the door
Falling down the stairs from the seventh floor
I pump pig iron til I got no more
I’m so damn tired I’m so damn sore
Weather? There’s no weather.
Time? I got plenty of time.
Laying down tracks, trying to keep it all together
Soaking up the change…never dropping a dime
Some glad morning I will fly away, Some glad morning
A move to the farm with a custody bump.
A book I found at the prison dump
A thousand hens and a thousand eggs a day
A pint of blood for a piece of cake
A pat on the back for the belts I make…
No fence out here but I decide to stay
A year in Jail or maybe two
Maybe three. What’s that to you?
I’m out of sight so I’ve been out of mind
But I’ll be headed home with brand new clothes
Shiny shoes and a cleaned up nose
Then I’ll take the first job I can find
Can’t pull the shade. Can’t shut the door
Falling down the stairs from the seventh floor
I pump pig iron til I got no more
I’m so tired I’m so sore
Weather? There’s no weather.
Time? I got plenty of time…
James Michael Taylor
said
I read the words 1st and expected a completely different musical framing for them. But this sorts rocks and works great. Kavin
James Michael Taylor
said
Bill Jones Hey James' Little long but guess you had nothing but Time...lol' Not bad~Not bad at all. Songwriter, myself I really Listen for the stories that make up an Artist, and his music...
James Michael Taylor
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That's the date I recorded it. My prison number was 41515. My army number was RA 19845014. Enter You sent RA stood for Regular Army. Enter You sent It interested me from the 1st that it started with 1984.
James Michael Taylor
said
Hauntingly True Prison is exactly like that. Fantastic Song Another #1 Hit Enter Kat Love love love It! Enter Kat Kat Angel 112814 .. was that ur of number?
James Michael Taylor
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Kat Angel James Michael Taylor please make your song shareable. It gave me chills....so good!
James Michael Taylor
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Jere Reiser I can't imagine. I spent 3 days in the Federal prison in Brownsville for attempting to smuggle 100 biphetamines into the US. They made me shower by myself and when I stepped out there were 8 guys standing about 10 ft away observing and making comments. It went down hill from there. I was threatened and hassled for two nights but stayed awake as advised and was discharged without incident. Childsplay.
Merry Bear
said
I'm touched, moved, and having been there and done that, I relate. Great rift and awesome lyrics. Keep that nose clean!
Guest
said
when the shadows of this life have grown like a bird that prison bars has flown & good luck finding that first job these days... thanks James
Guest
said
Very Clever! Easily puts images into the mind. Nice work!
stoman
said
It's always nice to come back and listen to some of your songs. I just wish there was more (spare) time in a day.
Guest
said
anthem for about a third of Americas population. nicely done