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from James Taylor - Hourglass (1997)
I remember Richard Nixon back in '74
And the final scene at the White House door And the staff lined up to say good-bye Tiny tear in his shifty little eye He said nobody knows me Nobody understands These little people were good to me Oh I'm gonna shake some hands * Somebody line 'em up Line 'em all up Line 'em up Line 'em all up Line 'em up Line 'em all up Line 'em up Line 'em all up At that time my heart was all broke I looked like ashes and smelled like smoke And I turned away from my loving kind Try to leave my body and live in my mind But it's much too much emotion To hold it in your hand They've got waves out on the ocean They're gonna wear away the land *Repeat Oh I've seen corn in Kansas And I've seen picket fences And certain cowboy dances I've gone lining up for shows I've been safely placed in rows Sure I know how it goes Another day goes by Little time machine I'm breaking my brain Over what it might mean Just to claim the time And to turn away To make today today Who waits for you Lonely tired old toad It's your life laid out before you Like the broken white line down the center of the road *Repeat Yeah, big moon landing People all standing up Smiles for the loved ones They go walking on down the aisles Each re-engages stepping into the sun I watch them turn like pages One by one by one *Repeat |
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from James Taylor - Hourglass (1997)
Almost Fuck-free.
The sun shines on this funeral The same as on a birth The way it shines on everything That happens here on Earth It rolls across the western sky And back into the sea And spends the day퉠 last rays Upon this fucked-up family So long old pal The last time I saw Alice She was leaving Santa Fe With a bunch of round-eyed Buddhists In a killer Chevrolet Said they turned her out of Texas Yeah she burned 'em down back home Now she's wild with expectation On the edge of the unknown * Oh it's enough to be on your way It's enough just to cover ground It's enough to be moving on Home, build it behind your eyes Carry it in your heart Safe among your own They brought her back on a Friday night Same day I was born We sent her up the smoke stack And back into the storm She blew up over the San Juan mountains And spent herself at last The threat of heavy weather That was what she knew the best *Repeat It woke me up on a Sunday An hour before the sun It had me watching the headlights Out on highway 591 'Til I stepped into my trousers 'Til I pulled my big boots on I walked out on the Mesa And I stumbled on this song *Repeat |
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from James Taylor - Hourglass (1997)
JT on Sony.com: Yer love jones.
Gotta watchdog watching me Watching me packing my bags He knows I'm leaving town I can see that it's a drag Why leave the life I love Here in the great state of Maine Just to ride that shining rail Just to size that ball and chain Gotta spend just a little more time with you That's why Gotta spend just a little more time with you Oh oh oh Gotta spend just a little more time with you Yes I do, yes I do Gotta spend just a little more time with you Oh oh oh oh oh I passed on the cocaine Said bye-bye to my methadone Put down the bottle for one more day Backing off of my Tobacco Jones Still I feel like a hopeless junkie Like a man who can't say no I look back and there's that monkey Rascal won't let go Gotta spend just a little more time with you I get high and I can't come down I get high just hanging around I get high, I go lost and found I get high oh I oh I Gotta spend just a little more time with you |
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from James Taylor - Hourglass (1997)
JT on Sony.com: There is a theory suggested by the planetologist John Lovelock, that life (on earth) is one inter connected, self regulating organism (watch out). He named it the GAIA theory after the ancient Greek earth goddess (evidently).
Your basic tree huggers anthem. The sky was light and the land all dark The sun rose up over Central Park I was walking home from work GAIA The petal sky and the rosy dawn The world turning on the burning sun Sacred wet green one we live on GAIA Run run run run said the automobile and we ran Run for your life take to your heels Foolish school of fish on wheels GAIA Turn away from your animal kind Try to leave your body just to live in your mind Leave your cold cruel mother earth behind GAIA As if you were your own creation As if you were the chosen nation And the world around you just a rude and Dangerous invasion GAIA Someone's got to stop us now Save us from us Gaia No one's gonna stop us now We thought we ought to walk awhile So we left that town in a single file Up and up and up mile after mile after mile We reached the tree line and I dropped my pack Sat down on my haunches and I looked back down Over the mountain Helpless and speechless and breathless GAIA Pray for the forest pray to the tree Pray for the fish in the deep blue sea Pray for yourself and for God's sake Say one for me Poor wretched unbeliever Someone's got to stop us now Save us from us Gaia No one's gonna stop us now |
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from James Taylor - Hourglass (1997)
Je t'aime encore means I love you still, c'est pour toujours means I always will.
Tu me manquais trop means I missed you much, je fait ce qu'il faut means I'll do what I must. Me voici a ta fenetre tous les gens me voient ici. Here I am at your window darling for all your people to see me. Ananas laisse moi une fois laisse moi te voir, let me one more time, Ananas. Ananas, I'm loping along, hoping you're home, open up and let me on in. Maybe I rise and maybe I fall, maybe you lie underneath it all, I ain't got nothing but for what you see, even my own heart don't belong to me. Got your river running in my blood, got your fire burning in my heart. You got me falling like a shooting star, just like some tragic work of art. Ananas laisse moi une fois laisse moi te voir, let me one more time, Ananas. Ananas, I'm loping along, hoping you're home, open up and let me on in. Here I am at your window baby, for all your people to see. Howling like a dog in the moonlight, won't you have pity on me? |
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from James Taylor - Hourglass (1997)
JT on Sony.com: Lilly was not at all sure we could just "set ol' Dan
free" like that. I told her Dan was a huge invisible rat with magical powers. That seems to have shut her up. This land is a lovely green It reminds me of my own home Such children I've seldom seen Even in my own home The sky so bright and clean Just like my home Kind people as have ever been Won't you take me back to my own home * Jump up behind me my love Jump up behind me Old Dan can bear us both Jump up behind me We follow this road 'til we reach the sea Jump up behind me We'll catch the tide and set Dan free Jump up behind me I've been in this world awhile And I've seen a lot of country Many days and many miles All various and sundry I've had my way and I've had my fun And I've had my chance to run free Burning hot beneath the sun Freezing cold and wintry *Repeat I know now Only one thing matters in these days One thing, true love Love and love alone True love I came out of a dream last night Thought I was back in my old home Mom and Dad were both still alive And the babies not yet born, no Felt like a festival Felt like a Christmas morning Felt the darkness fall away Even as the world was turning |
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from James Taylor - Hourglass (1997)
JT on Sony.com: The song's been waiting for a verse since 1985 when I first put it down at Air Studios, Montserrat. Frank was at the console then too.
Wake up Suzy Put your shoes on Walk with me into this light Finally this morning I'm feeling whole again It was a hell of a night Just to be with you by my side Just to have you near in my sight Just to walk a while in this light Just to know that life goes on Wake up Suzy Put your shoes on Walk with me into this light Another night has gone Life goes on Another dawn is breaking Turn and face the sun One by one The world outside is waking Morning light has driven away All the shadows that hide your way And night has given away To the promise of another day Another day Another chance that we may Finally find our way Another day The sun has begun To melt all our fears away Another day Another day Oh wake up Suzy Put your shoes on Walk with me into this light |
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from James Taylor - Hourglass (1997)
We were walking in paradise
Never did notice Blind in the Buddha land Looking for solace We had been told of a place Far beyond this vale of tears We could never have guessed We were already blessed There we were, where we are In the garden Didn't we climb on up er mei Temple to temple Yes and all and all along the way The day was simple Didn't we reach the top Didn't we gain our goal Did we finally stop Surprised by the cold We were walking in paradise Never did tumble Blind in the Buddha land Looking for trouble We had been told of a place Far beyond this vale of tears We could never have guessed We were already blessed There we were, where we are In the garden |
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from James Taylor - Hourglass (1997)
So much for your moment of prayer
God's not at home There is no there there Lost in the stars That's what you are Left here on your own You can only hope to live on this earth This here is it, for all it's worth Nothing else awaits you No second birth No starry crown For an un-believer like you There's not much they can do It would turn you away Though I hate to see you surrender You need to surrender We must find you a way to CHORUS: Look up from your life Up from your life Look on up from your life Look up from your life There's a river running under your feet Under this house Under this street Straight from the heart Ancient and sweet On its way back home Even in the middle of your sadness The everyday madness The ongoing game Even when you can't find a reason Still there is a reason You don't need to name it Look on up Look up from your life Only for a minute To find yourself in it To wait by the stream To drop out of your dream Look on up Look up from your life |
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from James Taylor - Hourglass (1997)
Oh boy, Botany Bay
Watching the water go by Here's your home so far away Here is a tear for your eye Here is a vast and unknown land Here are the strangers on the sand Oh, seeds of the universe ever endeavor to grow Tiny pieces of everything into the water they go Everything changes for the strangers on the shore They are blue and green no more They are yellow and rose Down under got the south side This groovy crazy planet Watching from the outside It's as smooth as a gravy sandwich People play music night for day One caught the sun in a sekere Seeds of the universe ever endeavor to grow Tiny pieces of everything into the water they go Everything changes for the strangers on the shore They are blue and green no more They are yellow and rose Remember when we thought we were in California We thought it was the eye of the hurricane Old gypsy woman she tried to warn you "You'll be back this way again Hungry for the rain It's written in your hand, plain" Seeds of the universe ever endeavor to grow Tiny pieces of everything into the water they go Everything changes for the strangers on the shore They are blue and green no more They are yellow and rose Yellow and Rose Yellow and Rose Yellow and Rose |
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from James Taylor - Hourglass (1997)
Hearts were exploding around us
As we drifted south down the bay The gray up above and gray down below Left us with nothing to say So we drifted along in silence 'Til the tickle of life trickled in And the rhythm began in the hiss of the sand We were catching fire again * Oh boatman, I am the river I am the mountain and the sea Oh boatman, taker and giver Can you deliver me I would forever run free Yeah we finally caught up with legends We were walking along side by side We worked out a plan To go out hand in hand But the long trail just wasn't that wide The water around us was freezing We just laughed and threw ourselves in And although we were old The sting of that cold Pumped up the feeling, here it is again *Repeat Oh I'm a message in a bottle Drifting along on a deep blue sea Waiting for some foreign shore Ready for something to be No longer afraid of falling We cut the strings to the sky We found level ground And we put ourselves down Amazing we all didn¹t die We took each moment as given By second by second they came The ice and the sun and the thundering guns Good God I was finally sane *Repeat |
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from James Taylor - Hourglass (1997)
Gee it's great after staying out late
Walking my baby back home Arm in arm, over meadow and farm Walking my baby back home We go on harmonizing a song Or she's reciting a poem Owls fly by and they give me the eye Walking my baby back home We stop for awhile She gives me a smile And cuddles her cheek to my chest We start to pet and that's when I get Her powder all over my vest After I kind of straighten my tie She has to borrow my comb It's one kiss then we continue again Walking my baby back home |
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from James Taylor - Hourglass (1997)
Oh money, oh money, oh where have you gone?
I need me some money to have me some fun Gonna pick up my guitar and write me some hits Build me some houses and blow 'em to bits Gonna furnish them boldly with style and with taste Generate truckloads of solid waste Hangnail, hangnail, hangnail, hangnail Have you ever seen a man with a hangnail? Hangnail, hangnail, hangnail Oh money, oh money, oh where have you gone? I need me some money to have me some fun Gonna pick up my guitar and write me some hits Hangnail, hangnail, hangnail, hangnail Have you ever seen a man with a hangnail? Hangnail, hangnail, hangnail Oh money, oh money, oh where have you gone? |
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from A League Of Their Own (그들만의 리그) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (1992)
Say it's only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea But it wouldn't be make believe If you believed in me And it's only a canvas sky Hanging over a muslin tree (oh,yeah) But it wouldn't be make believe If you believed in me Without your love It's a honky-tonk parade Without your love It's a melody played in the penny arcade It's Barnum and Bailey world Just as phony as it can be (I know) But it wouldn't be make believe If you believed in me |
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from A League Of Their Own (그들만의 리그) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (1992)
I didn't know what time it was,
Then I found you. Oh, what a lovely time it was, And sublime it was too. I didn't know what day it was, You held my hand. Warm like the month of May it was, I'll say it was grand. It was grand, to be alive, to be young, To be mad, to be yours alone. Grand to see your face, feel your touch, Hear your voice say I'm all your own. I didn't know what year it was, Life had no prize. I wanted love, and here it was, Shining out of your eyes. I'm wise, And I know what time it is now. So grand, to be alive, to be young, To be mad, to be yours alone. Grand to see your face, feel your touch, Hear your voice say I'm all your own. I didn't know what year it was, Life had no prize. I wanted love, and here it was, Shining out of your eyes. I'm wise, And I know what time it is now. |
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from A Tribute To Joni Mitchell [tribute] (2007)
It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on But it don't snow here It stays pretty green I'm going to make a lot of money Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene I wish I had a river I could skate away on I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on I made my baby cry He tried hard to help me You know, he put me at ease And he loved me so naughty Made me weak in the knees Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on I'm so hard to handle I'm selfish and I'm sad Now I've gone and lost the best baby That I ever had Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly Oh I wish I had a river I made my baby say goodbye It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace I wish I had a river I could skate away on |
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from James Taylor - Sweet Baby James (1984)
There is a young cowboy he lives on the range His horse and his cattle are his only companions He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons Waiting for Summer, his pastures to change And as the moon rises he sits by his fire Thinking about women and glasses of beer And closing his eyes as the doggies retire He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear As if maybe someone could hear (Chorus) Goodnight you moonlight ladies Rockabye sweet baby James Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose Won't you let me go down in my dreams And rockabye sweet baby James Now the first of December was covered with snow And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway A song that they sing when they take to the sea A song that they sing of their home in the sky Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep But singing works just fine for me - Chorus - |
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from James Taylor - Sweet Baby James (1984)
Lonely by day, empty and cold, only to say lo and behold. Deep in the night, down in my dreams, glorious sight this soul has seen. There's a well on the hill, you just can't kill for Jesus, there's a well on the hill, let it be. Don't build no heathen temples where the Lord has done laid his hand, now, there's a well on the hill, let it be Everyone's talking 'bout the gospel story, some shall sink and some shall rise. Everyone's talking 'bout the train to glory. Long, long time till it gets here to you, baby. There's a well on the hill, you just can't kill for Jesus, there's a well on the hill, let it be. Don't build no heathen temples where the Lord has done laid his hand, now, there's a well on the hill, let it be |
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from James Taylor - Sweet Baby James (1984)
Sunny skies sleeps in the morning, he doesn't know when to rise. He closes his weary eyes upon the day, look at him yawning, throwing his morning hours away. He knows how to ease down slowly, everything is fine in the end. And you will be pleased to know that sunny skies hasn't a friend. Sunny skies weeps in the evening, it doesn't much matter why. I guess he just has to cry from time to time, everyone's leaving, sunny skies has to stay behind. Still he knows how to ease down slowly, everything is fine in the end. And you will be pleased to know that sunny skies hasn't a friend. Sunny skies sleeps in the morning, he doesn't know when to rise. He closes his weary eyes upon the day and throws it all away. Looking at the snow and trees that grow outside my window, looking at the things that pass me by. Wondering if where I've been is worth the things I've been through, ending with a friend named sunny skies. |
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from James Taylor - Sweet Baby James (1984)
Well, I'm a steamroller, baby I'm bound to roll all over you Yes, I'm a steamroller now, baby I'm bound to roll all over you I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll And shoot you full of rhythm and blues Well, I'm a cement mixer A churning urn of burning funk Yes, I'm a cement mixer for you, baby A churning urn of burning funk Well, I'm a demolition derby (yeah) A hefty hunk of steaming junk Now, I'm a napalm bomb, baby Just guaranteed to blow your mind Yeah, I'm a napalm bomb for you, baby Oh, guaranteed, just guaranteed to blow your mind And if I can't have your love for my own (now) Sweet child, won't be nothing left behind It seems how lately, baby Got a bad case steamroller blues |
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from James Taylor - Sweet Baby James (1984)
Take to the highway won't you lend me your name Your way and my way seem to be one and the same Mamma don't understand it She wants to know where I've been I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool To want to pass that way again But I could feel it On a country road Sail on home to Jesus won't you good girls and boys I'm all in pieces, you can have your own choice But I can hear a heavenly band full of angels And they're coming to set me free I don't know nothing 'bout the why or when But I can tell that it's bound to be Because I could feel it, child, yeah On a country road I guess my feet know where they want me to go Walking on a country road Take to the highway won't you lend me your name Your way and my way seem to be one and the same, child Mamma don't understand it She wants to know where I've been I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool To want to pass that way again But I could feel it On a country road Walk on down, walk on down, walk on down Walk on down, walk on down a country road country road Walking on a country road |
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from James Taylor - Sweet Baby James (1984)
Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee, and I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see. It did rain all night the day I left, the weather was bone dry. The sun was so hot I froze myself, Suzanne, don't you go on and cry. I said, oh, Susannah, now, don't you cry for me, as I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee. Well I had myself a dream the other night when everything was still, I dreamed that I saw my girl Suzanne, she was coming around the hill. Now, the buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye. I said, that I come from Dixie land, Suzanne, don't you break down and cry. I said, oh, Susannah, now, don't you cry for me, as I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee. |
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from James Taylor - Sweet Baby James (1984)
Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone Susanne the plans they made put an end to you I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song I just can't remember who to send it to I've seen fire and I've seen rain I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that I'd see you again Won't you look down upon me, Jesus You've got to help me make a stand You've just got to see me through another day My body's aching and my time is at hand And I won't make it any other way Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that I'd see you again Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that I'd see you, baby, one more time again, now Thought I'd see you one more time again There's just a few things coming my way this time around, now Thought I'd see you, thought I'd see you fire and rain, now |
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from James Taylor - Sweet Baby James (1984)
Blossom, smile some sunshine down my way, Lately I've been lonesome Blossom, it's been much too long a day, Seems my dreams have frozen Melt my cares away. CHORUS: Send the sunshine down my way whenever I call your name I know what you mean to say to me, girl it's all the same. Blossom, there's any empty road behind, sit you down beside me Blossom, there's a sweet dream on my mind, there's a song inside me Take these chains away. *CHORUS* Blossom, smile some sunshine down on me, Lately I've been lonesome Blossom, it's been much too long a day, Seems my dreams have frozen Melt my cares away. La la, la la la, la la |
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from James Taylor - Sweet Baby James (1984)
When I walk along your city streets and look into your eyes, When I see that simple sadness that upon your features lies. If my spirit starts to sink, it comes as no surprise, it's been a long way from anywhere like heaven to your town, this town. There's a pasture in the countryside I used to call my own. There's a natural pillow for my head, the grass there's overgrown, yes and no. I think of that place from time to time when I want to be alone, it's been a long way from anywhere like heaven to your town, this town. Now, people live from day to day, but they do not count the time. They don't see the days slipping by and neither do I. Now, people, they live from day to day, but they do not count the time, no. They don't see their days slipping by and neither do I. When I walk along your city streets and look into your eyes, When I see that simple sadness that upon your features lies, I see lines. If my spirit starts to sink, it comes as no surprise, it's been a long way from anywhere like heaven to your town, this town. |
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from James Taylor - Sweet Baby James (1984)
Slipping away what can I say Won't you stay inside me month of May And hold on to me golden day, slippin' away Sunshine on my wall to keep my mind on the things I'm saying Footsteps in the hall to tell me I've been this way before nevermore Let it rain sweet Mary-Jane Let it wash your love down all around me Come inside and put it down. Let it rain I've been trying hard to find a way to let you know That we can make it shine most all the time This time 'round I'm searching down to where I used to go And it's been on my mind to make it shine You can say I want to be free I can say some day I will be When I catch a common cold I want to hear a saxophone When I let the good times roll Slide me a bass trombone Walk me down old funky street Lord knows I feel good enough to eat Hold my soul. I sure am fond of my rock and roll When I go to sleep at night I want to hear a slide guitar When I'm feeling loose and right Riding in my automobile Boney Maroney and Peggy Sue Rocking pneumonia and boogey-woogey flu Hold my soul. I'm sure enough fond of my rock and roll Good God |
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from James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim And The Blue Horizon (1987)
Don't come to me with your sorrows anymore. I don't need to know how bad you're feeling today. I declare I've had my share and I've heard it all before. It's time for me to be stealing away. Let those rain clouds roll out on the sea. Let the sun shine down on me, hey, hey. Love has brought me around, love has brought me around, yes, it has. Love has brought me around, love has brought me around. When my sky was full of gray and my day was full of blue, there was nothing I could do to see myself through. Now my head is full of springtime and my heart is full of you, goodbye lonely blue, it shall all come true. Miss November, I detect a frown, close your eyes and turn it upside down, whoa, oh. Love has brought me around love has brought me around, don't you know. Love has brought me around, love has brought me around, yeah. I know you know what I've got to say is an old cliche anyway, so they say. love has brought me around, love has brought me around. Love has brought me around, love has brought me around, yes, it has. |
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from James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim And The Blue Horizon (1987)
When you're down and troubled and you need a helping hand and nothing, whoa nothing is going right. Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there to brighten up even your darkest nights. You just call out my name, and you know whereever I am I'll come running, oh yeah baby to see you again. Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah. You've got a friend. If the sky above you should turn dark and full of clouds and that old north wind should begin to blow Keep your head together and call my name out loud and soon I will be knocking upon your door. You just call out my name and you know where ever I am I'll come running to see you again. Winter, spring, summer or fall all you got to do is call and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend? People can be so cold. They'll hurt you and desert you. Well they'll take your soul if you let them. Oh yeah, but don't you let them. You just call out my name and you know wherever I am I'll come running to see you again. Oh babe, don't you know that, Winter spring summer or fall, Hey now, all you've got to do is call. Lord, I'll be there, yes I will. You've got a friend. You've got a friend. Ain't it good to know you've got a friend. Ain't it good to know you've got a friend. You've got a friend |
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from James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim And The Blue Horizon (1987)
There are ladies in my life, lovely ladies in these lazy days. And though I never took a wife, may I say that I have loved me one or two. Of the people in my past, fading faces in a waking dream, and though they never seemed to last very long, there are faces I remember from the places in my past. I said all the dead head miles and the insincere smiles. Sometimes I can laugh and cry and I can't remember why. But I still love those good times gone by, hold on to them close or let them go, oh no. I don't know, I just seem to sing these songs and say I'm sorry for the friends I used to know. |
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from James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim And The Blue Horizon (1987)
We are riding on a railroad, singing some else's song. Forever standing by that crossroad, take a side and step along. We are sailing away on a river to the sea. Maybe you and me can meet again. We are riding on a railroad, singing someone else's song, sing along. Time to time, I tire of the life that I've been leading, town to town, day by day. There's a man up here who claims to have his hands upon the reins, there are chains upon his hands and he's riding upon a train. Oh Lord, we been riding on a railroad, singing some else's song. Forever standing by that crossroad, take a side and step along. We are sailing away on a river to the sea. Maybe you and me can meet again. We been riding, we been riding upon a railroad, singing someone else's song. |
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from James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim And The Blue Horizon (1987)
It was just after sunrise and down by the sea, down on the sand flats where nothing will grow, come drumming and footsteps like out of a dream Where the golden green waters come in. Just nine lucky soldiers had come through the night, Half of them wounded and barely alive. Just nine out of twenty was headed for home with eleven sad stories to tell. I remember quite clearly when I got out of bed, I said, oh, good morning what a beautiful day. |
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from James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim And The Blue Horizon (1987)
Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon. Oh, Mud Slide, I'm dependent on you. I don't know but I've been told, there's a time from time to time. I can't eat, I can't sleep but I just might move my feet. Cause there's nothing like the sound of sweet soul music to change a young lady's mind. And there's nothing like a walk on down by the bayou to leave the world behind, whoa, Mud Slide I'm depending upon you. Mister Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon. I've been letting the time go by, letting the time go by, yes, I'm letting the time go by, letting the time go by. I'm gonna cash in my hand and pick up on a piece of land and build myself a cabin back in the woods. Lord, it's there I'm gonna stay until there comes a day when this old world starts to changing for the good. Now the reason I'm smiling is over on a island on a hillside in the woods where I belong. I wanna thank Jimmy, Jimmy, John, Nick and Laurie, the No Jets Construction for setting me down a homestead on the farm, whoa, ooooo. Mud Slide, I'm depending upon you. Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon. Night goes on and on, don't want to come at all. Baby, baby, baby, I know. Stoney Lee Blue Borne, picking on a fretless bass, yeah, yeah. Oil slick, slipping and a sliding and a slapping on. Kootcheroo. |
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from James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim And The Blue Horizon (1987)
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox. I'm the one that's singing this sad song. Well, I'll cry every time that you slip in one more dime and let the boy sing the sad song one, one more time. Southern California, that's as blue as the boy can be, blue as the deep blue sea, won't you listen to me now. I need your golden gated cities like a hole in the head, just like a hole in the head, I'm free. Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox. I'm the one that's singing this sad song. Well, I'll cry every time that you slip in one more dime and let the boy sing the sad song one, one more time. I do believe I'm headed home. Hey mister, can't you see that I'm as dry as a bone. I think I'll spend some time alone, yes, unless you've found a way of squeezing water from a stone. Let the doctor and the lawyer do as much as they can. Let the springtime begin. let the boy become a man. I done wasted too much time just to sing you this sad song. I done been this lonesome picker a little too long. Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox. I'm the one that's singing this sad song. Well, I'll cry every time that you slip in one more dime and let the boy sing the sad song one, one more time. I've been spreading myself thin these days, don't you know? Goodbye. |
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from James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim And The Blue Horizon (1987)
Well the sun is surely sinking down But the moon is slowly rising So this old world must still be spinning around And I still love you So close your eyes You can close your eyes It's all right I don't know no love songs And I can't sing the blues anymore But I can sing this song And you can sing this song when I'm gone It won't be long before another day We're gonna have a good time No one's gonna take that time away You can stay as long as you like So close your eyes You can close your eyes It's all right I don't know no love songs And I can't sing the blues anymore But I can sing this song And you can sing this song when I'm gone |
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from James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim And The Blue Horizon (1987)
I'll tell you about Machine Gun Kelly he rode along the outlaw trail. Machine Gun Kelly was a simple man but the woman was as hard as hell. Watch out Machine Gun, don't let her run you round. Don't let the woman put you six feet in the ground, Machine Gun. I'll tell you about Katherine Kelly, tired of being such small time, now. Figured they'd kidnap a rich man's son, make it in the world of crime. Watch out Machine Gun, don't let her run you round. Don't let the woman put you six feet in the ground, Machine Gun. You'd better watch out Machine Gun Kelly, careful of what you do, now. If you keep listening to your old lady, ain't no telling what'll happen to you, now, Machine Gun. The government boys they came for Machine Gun, took the poor boy away. Stuck him in a hole in Leavenworth prison where he lived until his dying day. Watch out Machine Gun, don't let her put you down. Don't let a woman make you out to be a clown, Machine Gun. Watch out Machine Gun. |
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from James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim And The Blue Horizon (1987)
Long ago, a young man sits and plays his waiting game. But things are not the same it seems as in such tender dreams. Slowly passing sailing ships and Sunday afternoon. Like people on the moon I see are things not meant to be. Where do those golden rainbows end? Why is this song so sad? Dreaming the dreams I've dreamed my friend, loving the love I love to love is just a word I've heard when things are being said. Stories my poor head has told me cannot stand the cold. And in between what might have been and what has come to pass, a misbegotten guess alas and bits of broken glass. Where do your golden rainbows end? Why is this song I sing so sad? Dreaming the dreams I dream my friend, loving the love I love to love to love to love. |
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from James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim And The Blue Horizon (1987)
Hand me down my golden crown and let me ride, don't deny the highway in my soul. Jump and sing that silver thing that I feel inside, Hallelujah, let that big wheel roll. It's time to give me just a little bit of old time glory. I'm talking about the coming of the sunshine story. Set this poor soul free, let it be. Break these bonds that hold my soul and I'm on my way. I can't help feeling there's no time to lose. I done made my mind up yesterday that I just can't stay, so hand me down my highway shoes. It's time to give me just a little bit of old time glory. I'm talking about the coming of the sunshine story. Set this poor soul free, let it be. |
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from James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim And The Blue Horizon (1987)
Father, let us build a boat and sail away, there's nothing for you here. And brother, let us throw our lot out upon the sea. It's been done before. I'm thinking about a broken heart, I'm talking 'bout the break of dawn, you love me while I'm here and you can miss me when I'm gone. Sweet misunderstanding, won't you leave a poor boy alone, I'm the one eyed seed of a tumbleweed in the belly of a rolling stone. Back on the highway, yeah, yeah, yeah, back on the road again. I had a little woman in Memphis, she wanted to be my bride. She said, settle on down, traveling man, you can stay right by my side. I tried so hard to please her but I couldn't hold out too long, cause one Saturday night I was laying in bed and I heard that highway song. Back on the highway, yeah, yeah, yeah, back on the road again. Now one of these days that highway song will lose its appeal to me. I'm gonna settle on down like a natural born man, I'm gonna live my life naturally, free and easy, mmmmm. Until that day the thunder's gonna roll and I notice there's a sign of rain, so I grab my bags and I pack my clothes and I'm back on the road again. Back on the highway, yeah, yeah, yeah, back on the road again. I'm thinking about a broken heart, I'm talking 'bout the break of dawn, you love me while I'm here and you can miss me when I'm gone. Sweet misunderstanding, won't you leave a poor boy alone, I'm the one eyed seed of a tumbleweed in the belly of a rolling stone. Back on the highway, yeah, yeah, yeah, back on the road again. Here I am again, Holiday Inn, same old four walls again. Gee, but it's fine to be back home again, whoa, now. Said, Holiday Inn, I'm on the road again. |
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from James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim And The Blue Horizon (1987)
Late last night so far away, I dreamed myself a dream, Well, I dreamed I as so all alone isn't it nice to be home again? I said welcome home, didn't we miss your smiling face? Well the sun was nice in L.A., sunshine, isn't it nice to be home again? Well I said isn't it nice to be home again? |
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from James Taylor - Gorilla (1987)
Way down here you need a reason to move Feel a fool running your stateside games Lose your load, leave your mind behind, Baby James Oh, Mexico It sounds so simple I just got to go The sun's so hot I forgot to go home Guess I'll have to go now "Americano" got the sleepy eye But his body's still shaking like a live wire Sleepy "Se?rita" with the eyes on fire Oh, Mexico It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low Moon's so bright like to light up the night Make everything all right Baby's hungry and the money's all gone The folks back home don't want to talk on the phone She gets a long letter, sends back a postcard; times are hard Oh, down in Mexico I never really been so I don't really know Oh, Mexico I guess I'll have to go Oh, Mexico I never really been but I'd sure like to go Oh, Mexico I guess I'll have to go now |
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from James Taylor - Gorilla (1987)
Things may always stay the way they are, still my head looks for a change from time to time. I don't really mean to look that far- turn on the music, strike up the music, let the music change my mind. Now don't I dig the big time rock and roll. Sit in the darkness and be somebody else. A time which after all is under control- crank out the music, give me music, let the music fill the air. My dear friend, your head's been sinking like a stone. You must try thinking like a cloud sometime. Just leave a happy side out loud sometime. There's a symphony inside you, there's a thousand things for you to do, so come on. Let a hush fall on the movie crowd. Boy turns to girl and says I love you so. What I hear in here is violins- give me music, miss the music, let the music be there too. I'll never know what to do unless you let the music be there too. You see this man his head's been sinking like a stone. You must try thinking like a cloud sometime. Just leave a happy side out loud sometime. There's a symphony inside you, there's a thousand things for you to do, so come on. Let a hush fall on the movie crowd. Boy turns to girl and says I love you so, well, you know, what I hear in here is violins- Strike up the music, lay on the music let the music be there, too. Never know what to do unless you let the music be there too. |
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from James Taylor - Gorilla (1987)
How sweet it is to be loved by you How sweet it is to be loved by you I needed the shelter of someone's arms and there you were I needed someone to understand my ups and downs and there you were With sweet love and devotion Deeply touching my emotion I want to stop and thank you baby I just want to stop and thank you baby How sweet it is to be loved by you How sweet it is to be loved by you I close my eyes at night Wondering where would I be without you in my life Everything I did was just a bore Everywhere I went it seems I'd been there before But you brighten up for me all of my days With a love so sweet in so many ways I want to stop and thank you baby I just want to stop and thank you baby How sweet it is to be loved by you How sweet it is to be loved by you You were better for me than I was for myself For me, there's you and there ain't nobody else I want to stop and thank you baby I just want to stop and thank you baby How sweet it is to be loved by you How sweet it is to be loved by you |
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from James Taylor - Gorilla (1987)
I've been wandering early and late from New York City to the Golden Gate, and it don't look like I'll ever stop my wandering. My daddy was an engineer, my brother drives a hack, my sister takes in laundry while the baby balls the jack, and it don't look like I'll ever stop my wandering. I've been in the army, I've worked on a farm and all I've got to show is the muscle in my arm, and it don't look like I'll ever stop my wandering. My ma, she died when I was young, my daddy took to stealing and he got hung, and it don't look like I'll ever stop my wandering. Snakes in the ocean, eels in the sea, I let a redheaded woman make a fool out of me, and it don't look like I'll ever stop my wandering. I've been wandering early and late from the New York City to the Golden Gate, and it don't look like I'll ever stop my wandering. No, it don't look like I'll ever stop my wandering. |
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from James Taylor - Gorilla (1987)
He's got arms like legs, he's got hands on his feet. He's got a nose like a doughnut, got a tendency to overeat. He don't use tools or weapons, he don't eat meat. He likes to stick to the bushes, tends to avoid the street. But he rides my El Dorado when he comes to town. You know he's out there somewhere trying to track you down. Look up in the sky, mama that's the one, yeah. See the mighty profile block the noonday sun. He comes from the heart of darkness a thousand miles from here, that's the land where they understand what a woman might like to hear. You know that he loves you baby for what you really are, his love is a burning hot as a big old ten cent cigar. [random grunting] Now most of y'all gave seen a gorilla in a cage at the local zoo. He mostly sits around contemplating all the things that he'd prefer to do. He dreams about the world outside from behind those bars of steel, and no one seems to understand about the heartache the man can feel. The people stop and stare but nobody seems to care. It don't seem right somehow, it just don't seem fair. He's still a gorilla. |
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from James Taylor - Gorilla (1987)
Gosh almighty baby, yes, indeed. You supply the satisfy and I'll supply the need. I can't help the way I feel though I know just where it leads, you make it easy, yes you do, for a man to fall, for a man to fall. Heaven knows I love my woman , just bound to fuss and fight. Now I wind up on the barroom stool buying drinks and keeping tight. But you know I've never done what's come in my mind tonight, You make it easy, just sitting there looking good, for a man to fall, for a man to fall. Now me and my wife, we've got the rest of our life to make this thing right, but you and me will only see tonight. So baby, won't you turn me down and point me out the door, I'll head home and sleep it off just like every time before. You keep on looking good my way, I won't hold out anymore, you make it easy, you sure do make it easy, babe, for a man to fall, for a man to fall. You don't have to make it so easy, babe, for another wise good man to fall, You don't have to make it so easy, babe, no, no no, for another wise good man to fall, you don't have to make it so easy, babe. |
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from James Taylor - Gorilla (1987)
I was a fool to care, I was a fool to care, I was a fool to care, but I don't care even if I was a fool- I'm still in love with you. Had I listened to the grapevine, I might have had my doubts. But I did my level best just to block them out. Cause love is so unwise and love has no eyes, And it took a while for a fool to see what his friends were on about. I was a fool to care, I was a fool to care, I was a fool to care, but I don't care even if I was a fool- I'm still in love with you. Imagining your face, it almost fills the empty space before me. I can see you eyes and almost hear your lovely lies. I wish I was an old man and love was through with me. I wish I was a baby on my mama's knee. I wish I was a freight train moving down the line, just keeping track of time without all these memories I was a fool to care, I was a fool to care, I was a fool to care, but I don't care even if I was a fool- I'm still in love with you, babe, yes, I am. I could have opened my eyes, I could have seen through your lies, I could have stood for no more, I could have walked out the door. But I was a fool to care, I was a fool to care. But I was a fool to care, I was a fool to care. You weren't nothing but a fool to care, just a country fool to care. You weren't nothing but a fool to care, just a country fool to care... |
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from James Taylor - Gorilla (1987)
Off the coast of Africa, bound for South America, a world away from here is a ship that sails the sea, is a man who's just like me and I wish that I was there. I'm a lonely lighthouse, not a ship out in the night. I'm watching the sea. She's come halfway round the world to see the light and to stay away from me. There is a shipwreck lying at my feet, some weary refugee from the rolling deep. Ah, could you lose it all and fall for me? Couldn't we shine? I'm rolling all my golden moments into one. Like to shine like the sun for one more summer day. Like to shine like a lighthouse for one last summer night, flashing on, flashing, fading away. Well if you feel lost and lonely and don't know where to go and you hear this song on the radio, or even if you're feeling healthy and strong, you might like to sing along. But just because I might be standing here, that don't mean I won't be wrong this time. You could follow me and lose your mind. Couldn't we shine? Rolling all my golden moments into one. Like to shine like the sun for one more summer day. Like to shine like a lighthouse for one last summer night, flashing on, flashing, fading away. Off the coast of Africa, bound for South America, a world away from here is a ship that sails the sea, is a man who's just like me and I wish that I was there. |
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from James Taylor - Gorilla (1987)
I can't help it if I don't feel so good. I can't help it if I don't feel so good. If I had my way, I'd be sitting on the top of the world. I can't help it if I don't feel so good. When the anger comes in and there's no place for a man to hide, when the anger comes in and there's no place for a man to hide, would he do anything in the world to make him feel better inside? When the anger comes in and there's no place for a man to hide. Gonna sit back here, and watch this cloud roll by. Gonna sit back here, and watch this cloud roll by. The next time that you see me I should be shining like the Fourth of July. Gonna sit back here, gonna watch this cloud roll by. I ain't looking for details, won't you just give me a clue? Oh, Lord, what am I gonna do? I can't help it if I don't feel so good. I can't help it if I don't feel so good. If I had my way, I'd be sitting on the top of the world. I can't help it if I don't feel so good. Don't feel so good, I can't help it if I don't feel so good. |
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from James Taylor - Gorilla (1987)
She doesn't know what she's done, little one doesn't know when to stop. Love must find her, love must find her away. She doesn't know what he's thinking, she only knows how he behaves, love must find him, love must find him a way. I reckon I must be just an old softy, cause I still believe in love. I think the best is yet to come cause where I'm from is also where I'm going. And in the time that it takes to sing this song, I hope you can see for yourself- love must find you love must find you a way. I reckon I must be just an old softy, cause I still believe in love. I think the best is yet to come cause where I'm from is also where I'm going. And in the time that it takes to sing this song, I think I can see for myself- love has found me, love has found me a way, oh, love has surely found a way. La la la la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la. La la la la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la. Never did I feel like this before, never was I so confused, I don't know if I'm up or down. I guess I've got nothing to lose. Never did I feel so good before, guess I might as well hold onto a feeling, it feels so fine, as long as it's on my mind. What a blue Monday, talk about lonely, don't look back, don't look down, I don't know how I made it through, I guess it's got something to do with you. Never was I so in love before, the world is like a collage, yes, and the only thing I can see clearly is the slow steady glow of love in her eyes. Talking about the slow steady glow of love in her eyes. La la la la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la. La la la la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la. |
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from James Taylor - Gorilla (1987)
Well the moon is in the ocean and the stars are in the sky. And all that I can see is my sweet Maria's eyes. Sarah, Sarah Maria. Sarah Maria, ya, ya, ya, ya. Well, you know about the sugar cane that comes from way down South. She's got one end in her hand, she's got one end in her mouth. Come on, Sarah, Sarah Maria. Sarah Maria, ya, ya, ya, ya. She took me out walking to the corner of the world Where everyone was a-talking about such a pretty little girl. Come on, Sarah, Sarah Maria. Sarah Maria, ya, ya, ya, ya. Well the moon is in the ocean and the stars are in the sky. And all that I can see is my sweet Maria's eyes. Sarah, Sarah Maria. Sarah Maria, ya, ya, ya, ya. Sarah, Sarah Maria. Sarah Maria, ya, ya, ya, ya. |
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from James Taylor - Walking Man (1988)
Moving in silent desperation Keeping an eye on the Holy Land A hypothetical destination Say, who is this waliking man? Well, the leaves have come to turning And the goose has gone to fly And bridges are for buning So don't you let that yearning Pass you by Walking man, walking man walks Well, any other man stops and talks But the walking man walks Well the frost is on the pumpkin And the hay is in the barn An Pappy's come to rambling on Stumbling around drunk Down on the farm And the walking man walks Doesn't know nothing at all Any other man stops and talks But the walking man walks on by Walk on by Most everybody's got seed to sow It ain't always easy for a weed to grow, oh no So he don't hoe the row for no one Oh for sure he's always missing And something is never quite right Ah, but who would want to listen to you Kissing his existence good night Walking man walk on by my door Well, any other man stops and talks But not the walking man He's the walking man Born to walk Walk on walking man Well now, would he have wings to fly Would he be free Golden wings against the sky Walking man, walk on by So long, walking man, so long |
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from James Taylor - Walking Man (1988)
Mama knows and papa knows that rock 'n roll is music now. Baby's been cutting his teeth on Bo Diddley's, I'm a man, man, Listen to the Wolfman howl. See the white man sailing his ship up on the sea, watch the white man shackle the black man to a tree. To the invader go the fruits of war, he misses home and his boots are sore. He has not got no roots no more, he comes for your gold, watch out for your soul. Cause tennis shoes, and rhythm and blues are second generation all across the nation, now, and mama knows, papa too rock 'n roll is music, rock 'n roll is music, now. To the invader go the fruits of war, he misses home and his boots are sore. He has not got no roots no more, he comes for your gold, watch out for your soul. Mama knows and papa knows that rock 'n roll is music, rock 'n roll is music, now. |
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from James Taylor - Walking Man (1988)
Sing a song for the wrong and the wicked and the strong and the sick, as thick as thieves. For the faceless fear that was never so near, too clear to misbelieve. Well the sea is jumping salty and the porpoise has the blues, my recollection's faulty and I cannot find my shoes. And my wiring is misfiring due to cigarettes and booze, I'm behind in my dues, I just now got the news. He seems to tell us lies and still we will believe him, then together he will lead us into darkness, my friends. Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down. Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down. The man says stand to one side, son, we got to keep this big ball rolling. It's just a question of controlling for whom the bell is tolling. Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down. Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down. There'll be suffering and starvation in the streets, young man. Just where have you been, old man? Just look out of your window, man. Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down. Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down. Well, it ain't nobody's fault but our own, still, at least we might could show the good sense To know when we've been wrong, and it's already taken too long. So we bring it to a stop then we take it from the top, we let it settle on down softly like your gently falling snow or let it tumble down and topple like the temple long ago. Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down. Let it fall down, let it fall down, let it all fall down. |
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from James Taylor - Walking Man (1988)
Me and my guitar. always in the same mood. I am mostly flesh and bones and he is mostly wood. Never does grow impatient for the changes I don't know, no. If he can't go to heaven, maybe, I don't want to go, Lord. Picture me in the key of E, call me Uncle John. Any fool can easily see that we go back a long time. Feel something like fine to me, there's no such thing as the wrong time. He hops up on my knee, singing, get down, Pops, it's song time. Every now and then I'm a lonely man, it's nice to know that I've got a friend. Puts his power right in my hand, all I've got to do is the best I can, if I can. Got a dog named David, got a bird named Dinah, got a birthmark on my thigh in the shape of Mainland China. Got a somewhat southern accent cause I come from Carolina, and if you want to find us, we'll be walking right behind you. I hear horns, I hear voices, I hear strings, seems I was born with too many choices. Now what am I going to do with all these extra things, as they serve to confuse me, really. It's me and my guitar, essentially me and my guitar. Oh, maybe a few friends fall by for tea, a little bit of 'who do you love?' But pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, it's me and my guitar. Having fun, boogie-woogie, uh-huh, me and my guitar. |
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from James Taylor - Walking Man (1988)
Daddy's baby, what's got you thinking? What's got you sinking so low? Is there something I should know, something new to you? Daddy's baby fussing and fretting, keeping on getting it wrong. She can only last so long , so sing her a lullaby-bye. Baby don't like to cry, so sing her a lullaby-bye. Swaddle and swing her, sing her a lullaby. She makes her feelings known to me, her every side is shown to me. And in our time alone, our love has surely grown of its own. Silent as a stepping stone, silently as the dawn was breaking, soft and clear and my tears were dry, and my tears had flown so I called my love my home. |
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from James Taylor - Walking Man (1988)
There ain't no melody and I can't find a harmony. If there were a way to say it, you know I would have played it. Well, I'm a man of few words, trying to find a rhyme and finally it occurred to me that I'm wasting my time. There ain't no rhyme or reason, ain't no time or season, Ain't no way around it, I know I would have found it. There ain't no song in the whole wide world could hardly sing without you. There ain't no song in the whole wide world to tell you the way that I feel. Painters use their eyes to show us what they see but when that canvas dries we all see it differently. There ain't black or white, there ain't no day or night. There ain't no way around it, y.ou know I would have found it There ain't no song in the whole wide world could hardly sing without you. There ain't no song in the whole wide world to tell you the way that I feel. No, no, no, I might as well pack it on up, not even this song's gonna tell you the way that I feel. |
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from James Taylor - Walking Man (1988)
Paris' rooftops were lovely to see. Switzerland's vertical landscape crossed my mind's eye just now. Canada's shoreline has been calling out to me, but it's been too long a time Since last I crossed that vast Nantucket sound, hello old friend, welcome me home again. Well, I've been away but that's all over now. Say I can stay for October, now, stay a while and play. Little dog David, I must look like a fool. I should've remembered you'd be forgetting my smell, well. Give me a week or two to recapture my cool, I've got stories to tell about how I snatched the devil's catch and out ran the hounds of hell. Hello old friend, welcome me home again. Well, I've been away but that's all over now. Say I can stay for October, now, stay a while and see. Hello old friend, welcome me home again. Well, I've been away but that's all over now. Isn't it nice to be home again, over here it's clear. Hello, old friend. |
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from James Taylor - Walking Man (1988)
Distant hands in foreign lands are turning hidden wheels, causing things to come about which no one seems to feel. All invisible from where we stand, the connections come to pass and though too strange to comprehend, they affect us nonetheless, yes. Once again a time of change, oh, the change makes music and the children will dance. See the pieces of the picture rearrange themselves. It feels just like a symphony to me, with nothing left to chance. Just look over your shoulder, it's out of you hands it's over for now. Leave behind what you can, you can always return. The rhythm remains unbroken, unspoken but loud and clear, it's a slow vibration, migration. Mystery muse, how I hunger for an answer, unsung song, how I long to play the changes. Hidden rhythm, haven't I always been your dancer? Sacred secrets of the meaning to my dreaming, migration. |
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from James Taylor - Walking Man (1988)
Left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind. Straddled that Greyhound and rode it into Raleigh and on across Caroline. We stopped in Charlotte but we bypassed Rockhill, we never was a minute late. We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown rolling out of Georgia state. Had some motor trouble that turned into a struggle half way across Alabam. That hound broke and left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham. So right away I bought me a through train ticket right across Mississippi clean, And I was on that Special Flyer out of Birmingham smoking into New Orleans. Someone's got to help me get out of Louisiana, just to help me get to Houston town. There's an uncle there who cares a little about me and he won't let the poor boy down. Sure as you're born, he bought me a silk suit, put some luggage in my hand. And I woke up high over Albuquerque on a jet to the Promised Land. Working on a T-Bone steak, a la carte, flying over to the Golden State. When the pilot told us that in thirteen minutes he would have us at the terminal gate. Swing down chariot, come down easy, taxi to the terminal dome. Cut your engines and cool your wings and let me make it to the telephone. Los Angeles give me Norfolk, Virginia, tidewater four-ten-O-nine. Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling, and the poor boy is on the line. |
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from James Taylor - Walking Man (1988)
When I've got something to say, well, don't I always let you know? So that you and I can go my way together. And if I get carried away, well, I could be sailing on a song and maybe we could carry on forever. But lately this old dog has been chasing his tail round and round and round. And the circles in my mind, they have been winding slowly down. Everybody's breezing up but I'm seizing up, I'm freezing up and I'm fading away. I've got a hold on a night in June, I've got room for you and me. I've got moonlight up in the trees, I've got sixty-eight degrees. I've got nothing on my mind but I've got loving in my heart, And I've got something out in the garden I want to show you. Well, it really doesn't matter after all if we quit this round about and no one will really notice if we can just sit this next one out. You can strike up the band without me, you may have your doubts about me, But I'm just fading away. You can hardly even see me because I'm fading away. Well, it's hard to find a label for this feeling in my bones. That this is all a make-believe but my cards are on the table and there ain't nothing up my sleeve. And here I thought I was a thinking man but I'm a shrinking man, I'm sinking man, I'm fading, fading away. Well, it's really not so bad to be fading away. Come on along with me and we'll go fading away. You can hardly even hear me because I'm fading away. |
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from James Taylor - In The Pocket (1988)
You can play the game and you can act out the part Though you know it wasn't written for you But tell me, how can you stand there with your broken heart Ashamed of playing the fool One thing can lead to another; it doesn't take any sacrifice Oh, father and mother, sister and brother if it feels nice, don't think twice Just shower the people you love with love Show them the way that you feel Things are gonna work out fine if you only will Shower the people you love with love Show them the way you feel Things are gonna be much better if you only will You can run but you cannot hide This is widely known And what you plan to do with your foolish pride When you're all by yourself alone Once you tell somebody the way that you feel You can feel it beginning to ease I think it's true what they say about the squeaky wheel Always getting the grease. Better to shower the people you love with love Show them the way that you feel Things are gonna be just fine if you only will Shower the people you love with love Show them the way that you feel Things are gonna be much better if you only will Shower the people you love with love Show them the way that you feel You'll feel better right away Don't take much to do Sell you pride They say in every life They say the rain must fall Just like pouring rain Make it rain Make it rain Love, love, love is sunshine. Oh yes Make it rain Love, love, love is sunshine Yeah, all right Everybody, everybody Shower the people you love with love |
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from James Taylor - In The Pocket (1988)
Ricky's been kicking the gong, lickity-split, didn't take too long. A junkie's sick, a monkey's strong, that's what's wrong. Well, I guess he's been messing around downtown, so sad to see the man losing ground. Winding down behind closed doors on all fours. Mama, don't you call him my name, he can't hear you anymore. Even if he seems the same to you, that's a stranger to your door. Go on, ask him what's he come here for. Oh my God, a monkey can move a man. Send him to hell and home again. An empty hand in the afternoon, shooting for the moon. It's halfway sick and it's halfway stoned. He'd sure like to kick but he's too far gone. They wind him down with the methadone, he's all on his own. But baby, don't you throw your love away, I hate to seem unkind. It's only that I understand the man that the monkey can leave behind, I used to think he was a friend of mine. Oh, La la la la la la la la, oh, la la la la la la la la. La la la, la la la, la la la la. |
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from James Taylor - In The Pocket (1988)
When I was just a child, my life was, oh, so simple. And the ways of the great world seemed strange and funny. Then when I was a young man, I learned of that machine that turns out all those bails of precious money. Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, Ooo, that money machine. Now you can measure you manhood by it. You can get your children to try it. You can bring your enemies to their knees with the possible exception of the North Vietnamese. It takes a strong hit from the money machine, sitting on top, on top of the world. Strong hit from the money machine, sitting on top, on top of the world. Oh, General Motors and IBM. AFL-CIO and all the king's men. When I began the game, see me singing about the fire and rain. Let me just say it again, I've seen fives and I've seen tens. It was a strong hit from the money machine, sitting on top, on top of the world. Strong hit from the money machine, sitting on top, on top of the world. Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, ha ha ha. Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money. Give me that dough, give me that dough, give me that dough, give me that dough. Been living in the lap of luxury too long. Please, Mr. DJ, won't you play my song. Maybe my baby will listen on the radio. Come back home to me, help me spend my dough. I need a strong hit from the money machine. Sitting on top, on top of the goddamn world. Strong hit, babe, from the money machine, woo, sitting on top, on top of the world. Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money. Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money. From that money machine. |
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from James Taylor - In The Pocket (1988)
It was a hot and sultry day somewhere in early September. I don't hardly remember the day, just the way the sun beat down upon the bay, baby. I did not even need to know your name, it was, oh, so plain to see that you had eyes for me. Halfway open, halfway closed, half-naked eyes for me, baby. It was a slow burning love, a fair-weather love affair. A slow burning, smoldering love for you and I. And like the sun on the edge of the Western sky, it died. Oh, the lights of the city were close at hand. I might just as well have been another man. You might just as well have been another girl. It might just as well have been another world. It was a slow burning love, a fair-weather love affair. A slow burning, smoldering love for you and I. And like the sun on the edge of the Western sky, it died. Oh, slow burning love. You were smoking up that day, some kind of hot... It was a slow burning love, a fair-weather love affair. A slow burning, smoldering love for you and I. And like the sun on the edge of the Western sky, it died. |
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from James Taylor - In The Pocket (1988)
Poor puppy, you look so sad I guess you think that no one ever Felt so bad before Everybody has the blues Everybody has the blues Everybody knows the way that you feel today Everybody gets to sit and cry Everybody gets to wonder why Everybody gets to watch the sky turn grey Maybe you lost your job Maybe you lost your girl Maybe you feel like you're losing your mind That's not the end of the world Everybody gets to feel some pain Everyone got to get to caught out in the rain Everybody got some days that they can't explain Everybody got the blues Everybody has the blues Everybody knows the way that you feel today |
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from James Taylor - In The Pocket (1988)
I don't have much to say Thought I'd call you up anyway Just to try to show you the way That I feel today I miss you, baby. I sure am on the road I don't need to say much more Just the same old well-known stranger That I was before It seems like yesterday now. Daddy's all gone Only half way home He's holding on to the telephone Saying please don't let the show go on. There's a bus every other hour There's even a midnight train But that don't leave me the power To see your face again It's not that simple. You see there's a room full of smiling faces There's a man standing by the door Says it's time to change our places And get down on the floor Kill 'em baby. Daddy's all gone He's just half way home He's holding on to the microphone Singing please don't make the show go on |
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from James Taylor - In The Pocket (1988)
Once upon a time a good friend of mine told me to tell y'all what I say today. Do the things that keep a smile on her face, say the words that make her feel better every day. You bet you better keep on you P's and Q's. If you don't the woman, you can easily lose. Oh, I had a love, a true love and I lost it. No one seems to understand about the pain that it cost me. Woman's got to have it, I believe that I should know, she's got to know that she's that she's needed around when you kiss her, you got to make her feel it everyday, boy, she's got to know that she's not walking on shaky ground. Think it over. Don't take for granted the smile upon her face. Check a little bit closer, you might find a tear trace. Maybe the little girl never said a mumbling word, but she's got to know that her voice is heard. Oh, I had a love, it was a true love and I lost it. Now I'm suffering all this pain that the true love cost me. A woman's got to have it, I believe, she's got to know that she's that she's needed around when you kiss her, you got to let her feel it everyday, boy she's got to know that she's not walking on shaky ground. So if you've got a love, maybe you've got eyes to keep her, you've got to give her what she wants when she wants it where she wants it, all right, how she wants it, And every dog gone time she thinks she needs it. Your woman needs it the same as mine, woman got to have it from time to time. Woman got to have it. Woman got to have it, that's what I say. Woman got to have it. |
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from James Taylor - In The Pocket (1988)
Well you country fools in your one horse town you can laugh at me But it's plain as rain that you've never been down to the southern sea To see me now is like watching a fish on dry land I only wish you could see me down in the islands Mister, that's my home. What a fool i was to leave the only happiness i've known You see me coming, you wink your eye and call me captain jim And when i don't do nothin' but walk on by you say baby get a load of him All i need is the sea and the sky and i know where i stand Instead of you hicks straight out of the sticks deciding i ain't a man You'll never understand Up here i'm a whisky bum but down there i'm a king Sounds just like the angels up in heaven When they sing Welcome home, welcome home Such a sight to see Instead of some salvation army sister Singing "nearer my god to thee" Now i know that yankee whisky has taken away my mind And i know that rum is the only drink suitable to mankind And i know this tree i'm under is shaped entirely wrong I need to see a gentle palm tree and i won't wait to long I can feel that it's coming on strong The first cold wind of winter is flapping in my clothes Showing me the way with the direction that it blows Welcome home, welcome home |
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from James Taylor - In The Pocket (1988)
Don't be sad 'cause your sun is down, you can rise above it. Don't be sad 'cause you're on your own, you have to learn to love it. Don't be sad 'cause your sun is down, you're gonna find your way. Don't be sad 'cause your day is done, there's another day, everyday, everyday I wake up just the same, waiting for something new. Every night I have myself to blame for the dreams that haven't come true. But especially today I'm feeling blue. Don't be sad 'cause your son is down, little mama he's bound to feel it. Don't be sad 'cause your boy is blue, it wouldn't do to conceal it from you. Don't be sad 'cause your sun is down, the night doesn't need your sorrow. Don't be sad 'cause the light is gone, just keep your mind on tomorrow and carry on. Everyday I wake up just the same, waiting for something new. Every night I have myself to blame for the dreams that haven't come true. But especially today I'm feeling blue. |
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from James Taylor - In The Pocket (1988)
I have tried to forget about you and all the plans that we had planned. Yes, and I'm bound to leave this town, I don't care where I may land. If what they're telling me is true, you have found somebody new to love you. There ain't but one thing I can do, baby, to save my heart from being broken in two by you, baby, I'm moving through. There's nothing like a hundred miles between me and trouble in my mind. There's nothing like a hundred miles, show me the yellow line. There's nothing like a hundred miles when I'm only passing through. There's nothing like a hundred miles to make me forget about you, forget about you. Now don't we like our found farewells. And don't we like to keep our good-byes nice and clean. You may wish I'd go to hell while you tell me what a pleasure it's been, so long, baby, I'm moving on. There's nothing like a hundred miles between me and trouble in mind. There's nothing like a hundred miles, show me the yellow line. There's nothing like a hundred miles when I'm only passing through. There's nothing like a hundred miles to make me forget about you, forget about you. I have tried to forget about you. And baby, I have failed. But just as long as I stay in Houston, I will. |
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from James Taylor - In The Pocket (1988)
Woah, Jocko, don't expect me to come out drinking, messing around. Spending my time with a bunch of crazy people. Yes, I been there before, I don't need to go back no more. I'm just a family man, like it or not, I am a family man. I'm a-holding onto what I've got. I'm a family man,, right by damn. Finally, find out what I am is a family man. And don't expect me to hit the road at a moment's notice without my suitcase with some crazy bunch of strangers in some unknown car, Well, I'm just not willing to go that far. The life I used to lead was a little too frantic. I guess I just got eyes to grow old and grey. And if what I have in mind isn't super romantic, I guess I always saw myself this way, I'm just a family man, like it or not, said I'm a family man, holding onto what I've got, I'm a family man, right by damn, I finally, find out what I am is a family man. Sears and Roebuck. Howard Johnson. Colonel Sanders. Station wagon. Briggs and Stratton. Second mortgage. If I can ever lose my blues. Walk on over and turn on the TV. What I'd like to do is lie down on the sofa later on. I might walk my dog, baby. Bo Diddley's a family man. |
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from James Taylor - In The Pocket (1988)
Now if all my golden moments could be rolled into one, They would shine just like the sun for a summer day. And after it was over, we could have it back again. With credit to the editor for striking out the rain very clean. And all it really needed was the proper point of view. No one's gonna bring me down, no one's gonna stop me now. Now I gathered up my sorrows and I sold them all for gold, and I gathered up the gold and I threw it all away. It all went for a good time and a song, come on. The laughter was like music, it did float my soul along for a while. And all it really needed was the proper point of view. No one's gonna reach me here, no one's gonna know I'm gone. You may think I might be crazy and I guess you might be right, but I know the way I feel today is out of sight. I do not trust your senses to remember your name. Without corrective lenses, things are never twice the same anyway. And all it really needed was the proper point of view. No one's gonna bring me down, no one's gonna stop me now. No one's gonna reach me here, no one's gonna know I'm gone. |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
Do believe I'm gonna clap my hands, think I might tap my feet. Put together a one-man band, take a walk on down the street. Have a one-man parade, nobody needs to know. Cause I'm right good of holding on to secrets and don't believe they show. All I want is a little dog to be walking at my right hand. Taking a breeze just as free as you please, maybe checking out occasional garbage cans. Talking bout a one dog, y'all, nobody's friend but mine. Hey now, you can say he's looking kind of funky, but I do believe he suits me just fine. We were on the road again, I was wondering what to do, but Honalei, it was pouring down rain, baby she had the low down blues. Hey now, I was looking for my walking cane tying on my highway shoes. Thinking 'bout a one man parade, y'all, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, hey. I'm right good at holding on, holding on, holding on. Honalei, it's raining. Honalei, sure nough, it's raining, listen here. Honalei, it's raining, Honalei, it's raining muddy waters. Thinking 'bout a one man parade, y'all, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, hey. I'm right good at holding on, holding on, holding on. La la la la la... |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
Everybody knows that I'm just a Joe That likes to hang around Talkin' about my problems Bringing other people down Well this may be so, but not long ago I was sitting on the top of the world Sure is strange how things can turn themselves around When I'm in need of a little bit of consultation Used to call on my Uncle John Took a trip down to West Virginia Found him dead and gone And as some sort of silly little consolation They gave me my ticket back What you gonna do with folks like that? You can talk about bands of angels And you think you come with your soul in your hands To set their children free But you talk about little bit of understanding Things that happen day to day Some of you folks sure 'nuf have been good to me You come on talkin' about angel bands You think that you come with your soul in your hands Just to set their children free But you talk about a little bit of understanding Things that happen day to day Some one has been good to me, yeh. Nobody but you, nobody but you, nobody but you, nobody but you Nobody but you, nobody but you, nobody but you, nobody but you Nobody, nobody but you Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody but you |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
Make my bed out of Wonder Bread, spread some mustard upon my head. I don't want no onions or sauerkraut, mamma, hold on to the bun baby, work it on out. I'm a chilidog. I guess you guessed by now, babe. Sure enough, I'm a chilidog, look at me, delicious. Don't get jealous, better not up and get over zealous, watch out now y'all. Come on now fella, pass me down the relish. Don't read no Ann Landers, just don't feed me no Colonel Sanders, I ain't trying to fool you's, don't bring home no Orange Julius. Gotta have one more time, get on down again, woh, woh, chilidog, baby. Yes indeed, I want a chilidog, yeah, talking about stone delicious, good for you too! |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
My lady don't allow the life I lead, she don't abide by some of the company that I keep. She takes occasion to criticize, and carry on. I love her so, I just can't stand it no more, I'm a fool for you babe, don't you know, mess around momma, I'm a fool for you momma, oo. I should say, my baby knows that I'm crazy bout her loving. That's all right, she takes unfair advantage now and then. She jumps at the chance to tease me with her body. Lord, I love that thing so, just can't stand it no more, I'm a fool for you babe, Look around, momma, I'm a fool for you. Have a sweet thing today. |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
It's written in the surface of her skin, there's been a baby there, given away in love. I see it in the little lines around her eyes, across her brow. She'll be drifting away from me now. She'll shape all the feeling that's not quite there inside my soul. Love has gone away now, leaving behind an empty hole. And who am I to try to compete with the din, as the silence so easily rushes in? I will fly away. It was something I only dreamed of, something that I'm not quite sure of, something that I'll never tell you about. |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
I don't care if I got no money, I don't care if I got a dime. All I want to do is to dance with you honey, please tell me that you have the time. Cause I gotta get back on my feet again, gotta get back on the street again. La, la, la, la la la la la la la la la. I don't care if I got no fame, all I want to do is to hold your hand. Don't care if nobody knows my name cause I just want to try the best I can, yes I do. Gotta get back on my feet again, gotta get back on the street again. La, la, la, la la la la la la la la la. La, la, la, la la la la la la la la la. Well, I don't know just what the world is coming to. And I don't know just what is going on, and momma do you? Well, all I really know is I gotta get back on my feet again. Help me up now. I don't care if I got no money, I don't care if I got a dime. All I want to do is to dance with you honey, please tell me that you have the time. Cause I gotta get back on my feet again, gotta get back on the street again. La, la, la, la la la la la la la la la. La, la, la, la la la la la la la la la. Stand it up for me now. |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
Do me wrong, do me right, Tell me lies but hold me tight, Save your goodbyes for the morning light, But don't let me be lonely tonight. Say goodbye and say hello, Sure enough good to see you, but it's time to go, Don't say yes but please don't say no, I don't want to be lonely tonight. Go away then, damn you, Go on and do as you please, You ain't gonna see me gettin' down on my knees. I'm undecided, and your heart's been divided, You've been turning my world upside down. Do me wrong, do me right (right now baby), Go on and tell me lies but hold me tight. Save your goodbyes for the morning light (morning light), But don't let me be lonely tonight. I don't want to be lonely tonight. No, no, I don't want to be lonely tonight. I don't want to be lonely tonight |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
Talking bout Jumping Jim, talking bout Mud Slide Slim. Don't you know that a fish got to swim, don't a goose got to fly high? Little dog got to die and I'm going home. Woh, don't you know. Woh, don't you know. Talking bout a life on the street, gonna think about an itch in my feet. Can't you hand me down them highway shoes? Lord knows I'm talking 'bout the walking blues, got the rocking pneumonia blues and I'm headed home, bye-bye. Woh, don't you know. Woh, don't you know Listen here now, don't you come round talking bout over yonder, listen, bound to wake up the walking man in me and I'm bound to wandering, hey now, talking all about spooning into bone, looking just like Sherlock Holmes. Looking for a needle in a haystack, seeing and eating lots of fatback, hey, talking bout a railroad track and I'm going home, bye-bye. Woh, don't you know. Woh, don't you know. Woh, who, don't you know. You oughta know, you oughta know, you oughta know. You oughta know like a fish in the stream, oughta know like a leaf on the tree. Oughta know like a boat in the sea. |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
One morning, one morning, one morning in May, I spied a young couple, they were making their way. One was a maiden so bright and so fair and the other was a soldier and a brave volunteer. Good morning, good morning, good morning said he, and where are you going my pretty lady? I'm going out a-walking on the banks of the sea just to see the water's glide and hear the nightingale sing. Now they had not been standing but a minute or two when out of his knapsack a fiddle he drew and the tune that he played made the valleys all ring, oh hark, cried the maiden, hear the nightingale sing. Oh maiden, fair maiden, 'tis time to give o'er. Oh no, kind soldier, please play one tune more for I'd rather hear your fiddle at the touch of one string than to see the waters glide and hear the nightingale sing. Oh soldier, kind soldier, will you marry me? Oh no, pretty maiden, that never shall be. I've a wife down in London and children twice three, two wives and the army's too many for me. Well, I'll go back to London and I'll stay there for a year, it's often that I'll think of you, my little dear. And if ever I return it will be in the spring just to see the waters glide and hear the nightingale sing. To see the waters glide and hear the nightingale sing. |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
Someone- I'm searching for someone who'll be true, who'll change my life of blue into a dream of golden rainbows, where are you? It seems I've been searching, searching more than just one lifetime. My heart is a magnet all for you, I'll know you when I see you. Within my heart is carved a sculpture of your love. Life is worth less than nothing without love. Love is the force from which all beings live. Don't you see? It's the purpose of living to love and be loved again and again. Where are you? My heart cries for you. My eyes long to see you. My soul is all for you. Oh, where are you, someone? Don't you see? It's the purpose of living to love and be loved again and again. Where are you? My heart cries for you. My eyes long to see you. My soul is all for you. Oh, where are you, someone? |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
I got holy children to show me the light, singing hallelujah, brother how about you? Yeah, we got holy scriptures here that prove us to be right, in believing out loud what we wish to be true. I got stoned out neighbors to take me in tow, singing close your eyes, singing open wide. Watch the world fall away below, let the winter wind blow, and where will we hide when it comes from inside? Oh, hear me now, hear me now, hear me now, hear me now, hear me now, hear me now, hear me now, listen I got sweet, sweet music inside. Yes, a child inside me was alone in the night, Now has come to me, love has set my soul free. As a man and a woman stand alone in the night, here is reason to be like sun on the sea. |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
Someone turned the time on, another day, dead and gone, a lifetime is slipping away, babe. But as far as I can see, that doesn't apply to you and me. We are high above the family tree, hidden in the deep blue sea. Industry on parade, punch a clock nine to five. The beginning is beginning to fade away. Ah, but look out from now on, baby, as far as the eye can see. Unafraid to be free, shining on the silver sea, you and me, we got to be moving. Picking up, carry on, lead you children by the hand, carry on, carry on. Heaven knows I love you, don't you know that it's true yourself yeah yeah? Looks like you and me baby dancing by the shining sea. |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
Little David, play on your harp, hallelu, hallelujah, little David, play on your harp, hallelujah. Little David, play on your harp, hallelu, hallelujah, little David, play on your harp, hallelujah. Hey now, I don't know for sure, but it's gets said, and I got told, Someone said that the streets of heaven are paved with solid gold, It must make a might good road, little David, play on your harp, Hallelu, hallelujah, little David, play on your harp, hallelujah. |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
Mescalito has opened up my eyes, ahhhh. Mescalito has set my mind at ease, ahhhh. Mescalito has opened up my eyes, set my mind at ease, ahhhhh. |
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from James Taylor - One Man Dog (1972)
Come on, baby, while the moon is high, kick up your heels and dance. Don't be nervous, don't be shy and give yourself a chance. You can dance. Kick off your shoes and lose your blues. Pick em up, Lord, put em back down and around, and around, and around, and around. Come on, baby, it must be fun to be dancing in the clear moonlight. Otherwise, would everyone be out on such a cold and windy night? We can dance. Throw yourself away, holy month of May, you can dance. Listen to the music of the steel guitar, don't it sound good, hey now. Nobody here tonight came to look at you, no, no. Well I bet you five dollars that somebody starts a fire back in the woods, hey now. Everybody here tonight came to boogie and have a good time, too Come on, baby, while the moon is high, kick up your heels and dance. Don't be nervous, don't be shy and give yourself a chance. You can dance. Kick off your shoes and lose your blues. Pick em up, Lord, put em back down and around, and around, and around, and around. If I could lose my mind, if I could throw myself away. |
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from Cars (카) by Randy Newman [ost] (2006)
Long ago, but not so very long ago,
the world was different, oh yes it was. You settled down and you build a town and made it live, and you watched it grow, it was you′re town. Time goes by, time brings changes, you change too. Nothing comes that you can′t handle so on you go. You never see it coming, when the world caves in on you, on your town, there′s nothing you can do. Main street isn′t main street anymore. Lights don′t shine as brightly as they shone before. To tell the truth, lights don′t shine at all, in our town. Sun comes up each morning, just like it′s always done, get up, go to work, and start the day. You open up for business, it′s never gonna come, as the world roles by, a million miles away. Main street isn′t main street, anymore. No one seems to need us, like they did before. It′s hard to find a reason left to stay, but it′s our town, We love it anyway. Come what may, it′s our town. |
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from James Taylor - Covers (2008)
Like a snow ball, rolling down the side Of a snow covered hill, it's growing Like the size of the fish that the man claims Broke his reel, it's growing Like the rose bud blooming in the warmth Of the summer sun, oh baby, it's growing Like the tale by the time It's been told by more than one, it's growing Every day it grows a little more Than it was on the day before My love for you just grows and grows Oh, how it grows and grows And where it's gonna stop I'm sure that nobody knows Hey, hey, hey, nobody knows Oh, like the need in a guy to see his girl When she's gone away, oh, it's growing Like the sadness i n his heart when he knows That she's gone to stay, yeah, yeah, it's growing Every day, g rows a little bit more Than it was just the day before, oh My love for you just grows and grows Oh, how it grows and grows And where it's gonna stop? I'm sure that nobody knows Hey, hey, hey, nobody knows, nobody knows Hey, hey, hey, nobody knows, it's growing now My love for you just grows and grows Oh, how it grows and grows And where it's gonna stop? I'm sure nobody knows Hey, hey, hey, nobody knows How it grows and it grows, yeah, yeah Hey, hey, hey, nobody knows Nobody knows hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey) Nobody knows (Nobody knows) Oh baby, it's growing Say, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey) Nobody knows (Nobody knows) How it grows and grows Walking on (Hey, hey, hey) Talking to you, baby (Nobody knows) Everyday it's growing Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey) Nobody knows (Nobody knows) It grows and it grows, it's growing, baby Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey) Nobody knows (Nobody knows) But you know it's growing Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey) Nobody knows (Nobody knows) |
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from James Taylor - Covers (2008)
I am a lineman for the county and I drive the main road Searchin' in the sun for another overload I hear you singin' in the wire, I can hear you through the whine And the Wichita Lineman is still on the line I know I need a small vacation but it don't look like rain And if it snows that stretch down south won't ever stand the strain And I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time And the Wichita Lineman is still on the line And I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time And the Wichita Lineman is still on the line |
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from James Taylor - Covers (2008)
Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby Lord, I can't help but love you 'til the day that I die So tell me, why baby, why baby, why baby why Well I got a crow I wanna pick with you Just like last time when the feathers flew You're runnin' wild kickin' up your heels A-leavin' me home with a hand full of bills Lord, I can't live without you and you know it's true But there's no livin' with you so what'll I do I'm goin' honky tonkin', get as tight as I can And maybe by then you'll 'preciate a good man Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby cry No, I can't help but love you 'til the day that I die So tell me why baby, why baby, why baby why Well, now I don't know, but I've heard say That ever' little dog is a-gonna have his day You'd better pay attention, don't you dare forget 'Cause I'm just a little bitty puppy yet Well, I caught you honky tonkin' with my best friend The thing to do was leave you, but I should'a left then Now I'm too old to leave you, but I still get sore When you come home a-feelin' for the knob on the door Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby Lord, I can't help but love you 'til the day that I die So tell me, why baby, why baby, why baby why Tell me, why baby, why baby, why baby why |
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from James Taylor - Covers (2008)
It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to go And the boss man started screaming And his veins began to show He said you and you come with me 'Cause you're gonna have to stay My heart was thumping I was jumping I had to get away Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance Well I was talking with my baby Over a small glass of tea He asked the loaded question He said how do you feel about me My mind was racin' I was pacin' But the word just wouldn't come And there was only on thing Left to do I feel it comin' on Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance a ha Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance You gotta loosen up those chains and dance Come on and loosen up those chains and dance |
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from James Taylor - Covers (2008)
Ever since the days of old Men would search for wealth untold They'd dig for silver and for gold And leave the empty holes And way down south in the Everglades Where the black water rolls and the saw grass waves The eagles fly and the otters play In the land of the Seminole So blow, blow Seminole wind Blow like you're never gonna blow again I'm calling to you like a long lost friend But I know who you are And blow, blow from the Okeechobee All the way up to Micanopy Blow across the home of the Seminole The alligators and the gar And progress came and took its toll And in the name of flood control They made their plans and they drained the land Now the glades are going dry And the last time I walked in the swamp I sat upon a Cypress stump I listened close and I heard the ghost Of Osceola cry So blow, blow Seminole wind Blow like you're never gonna blow again I'm calling to you like a long lost friend But I know who you are And blow, blow from the Okeechobee All the way up to Micanopy Blow across the home of the Seminole The alligators and the gar |
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from James Taylor - Covers (2008)
Suzanne takes you down To her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to giveher Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body With your mind Now Jesus was a sailor When he walked opon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drownding men could see him He said All men shall be sailors then Until the sea shall freethem But he himself was broken Long before the skys would open Foresaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom Like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust him For he's touched your perfect body With his mind Now Suzanne takes your hand And she leads you to the river She's wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our Lady of the Harbor And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and theflowers There are heros in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love They will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body With her mind |
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from James Taylor - Covers (2008)
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
(hound doggie) Snoopin' 'round my door (hound doggie) You ain't nothin' but a hound dog (hound doggie) You been snoopin' 'round my door (hound doggie) You can wag your tail (oooo) Ain't gonna git 'chu no bone (hound doggie) When dey say dat you were high classed, Baby I could see through that there When they said you were high classed dog But I could see through that there Baby I know Y'aint't no real cool cat Y'ain't nothin' but a hound dog (hound doggie) <scat> (hound doggie) You ain't nothin' but a hound dog (hound doggie) <scat> door (hound doggie) You can wag your tail (oooo) Ain't gonna feed you no more (hound doggie) [instrumental break] You know you make me blue (hound doggie) You make me weep in the morn' (hound doggie) You know you make me blue (hound doggie) You make me weep in the morn' (hound doggie) You ain't lookin' for a man (ooooo) You jus' lookin' for a home (hooome) Baby Y'ain't nothin' but a hound dog (hound doggie) Been snoopin' 'round my door (hound doggie) You ain't nothin' but a hound dog (hound doggie) You been snoopin' 'round my door (hound doggie) Hold on da chain (oooooo) I ain't gonna feed ya no more (hound doggie) Hey hey hey (hound doggie) Hey hey hound (hound doggie) Hey hey hound (hound doggie) I ain't gonna feed ya no more |
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