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James Taylor
James Taylor


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Настоящее имя James Vernon Taylor
Дата рождения 12 марта 1948 г.
Место рождения Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.
Жанры Folk-Rock
Rock
Pop
Country
Годы 1968—н.в.
Лейблы Columbia Records
Capitol Records
EMI Group
Sony Music
Hear Music
Apple Records
См. также Carole King
Carly Simon
Сайт Website



Альбом James Taylor


Mud Slide Slim And The Blue Horizon (1971)
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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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When you're down and troubled
And you need a helping hand
And nothing, oh nothing is going right
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest night

You just call out my name
And you know, wherever I am
I'll come running (oh yeah, baby)
To see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you've got 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 now
Soon I'll be knocking upon your door

You just call out my name
And you know, wherever I am
I'll come running (oh, yes I will)
To see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you've got to do is call
And I'll be there, yeah yes

Ain't it good to know that you've got a friend
When people can be so cold
They hurt you and desert you
Well, they take your soul if you let them
Oh, 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 baby, don't you know 'bout)
Winter, spring, summer or fall
(Hey, now) all you've got to do is call
I'll be there (yes, I will)

You've got a friend
Ain't it good to know
You've got a friend

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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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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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It was just after sunrise and down by the sea
down on the sandflats where nothin' will grow
come drummin' 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 a 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

. . .


Mud slide slim and the blue horizon
Oh, mud slide, i'm depending 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

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

Mud slide, i'm depending upon you
Mister mud slide slim and the blue horizon


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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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Well the sun is slowly sinking down
But the moon is surely 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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I'll tell you 'bout 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 a woman put you six feet in the ground
Machine gun

I'll tell you 'bout katherine kelly
Tired of being such small time
Figured they'd kidnap a rich man's son
And make it in the world of crime

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
And took the poor boy away
They 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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Long ago a young man sits
And plays his waiting game
Things are not the same it seems
As in such tender dreams

Slowly passing sailing ships
And Sunday afternoons
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
These are 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 the song I sing so sad
Dreaming the dreams I've dreamed my friend
Loving the love I love to love
To love to love to love

Oh no no no no

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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.


. . .



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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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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