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James Taylor
James Taylor


Background information
Birth name James Vernon Taylor
Born March 12, 1948
Born place Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.
Genre(s) Folk-Rock
Rock
Pop
Country
Years active 1968—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Capitol Records
EMI Group
Sony Music
Hear Music
Apple Records
Associated acts Carole King
Carly Simon
Website Website



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James Taylor Album


Dad Loves His Work (1981)
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We've seen some hard times, hard times, holding it together ain't always easy.
An angry man, hungry woman, they're driving each other crazy.
It's so low down, show down, there's nothing else safe to say.
Baby's on the town, baby's looking round, talking about walking away.

Don't let go, got to give it one more chance.
We've got to hold on, loving me may not make much sense.
But I'm gone on you, baby, baby, I'm gone and I want you back again.
I may be wrong for you, baby, maybe I'm wrong, but I love you just the same.

Now, we've got to hold on, got to hold on. We've got to hold on, got to hold on.
We've got to hold on, got to hold on, we've got to hold on, got to hold on.
We've got to hold on, got to hold on.

Hard times, hard times, holding it together ain't always easy.
An angry man, hungry woman, they're driving each other crazy.
We've got to hold on through all those hard times.


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She's been afraid to go out
She's afraid of the knock on her door
There's always a shade of a doubt
She can never be sure
Who comes to call
Maybe the friend of a friend of a friend
Anyone at all
Anything but nothing again

It used to be her town
It used to be her town, too
It used to be her town
It used to be her town, too

Seems like even her old girlfriends
Might be talking her down
She's got her name on the grapevine
Running up and down
The telephone line
Talking 'bout
Someone said, someone said
Something 'bout, something else
Someone might have said about her
She always figured that they were her friends
But maybe they can live without her

It used to be her town
It used to be her town, too
It used to be her town
It used to be her town, too

Well, people got used to seeing them both together
But now he's gone and life goes on
Nothing lasts forever, oh no
She gets the house and the garden
He gets the boys in the band
Some of them his friends
Some of them her friends
Some of them understand
Lord knows that this is just a small town city
Yes, and everyone can see you fall
It's got nothing to do with pity
I just wanted to give you a call

It used to be your town
It used to be my town, too
You never know 'till it all falls down
Somebody loves you
Somebody loves you
Darling, somebody still loves you
I can still remember
When it used to be her town, too
It used to be your town
It used to be my town, too

. . .



Mama makes the music and she makes the news, she dances all night in her golden shoes.
She's high flying, going, going, gone.
She'll be halfway to Heaven by the hour that the morning comes.

And papa's knocked out with his head in his lap.
Mama likes to think that he's taking a nap
cause he's working so hard, working all night long.
He'll be halfway to hell in the hour that the morning comes.

Like a bat out of hell in the moonlight,
like the pieces of the picture that you broke last night.
I'm sure it's going to be all right,
I'll be halfway heavy by the hour that the morning comes

Oh, look at that fool with the lampshade on. Somebody told him he was having fun.
But they were wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
If he's fool enough he might open his eyes when the morning comes along.

Now look at that secret agent man sneaking out of church with blood on his hands,
he's for sale, going, going, gone.
He'll be the first to know and the last to go when the shit hits the fan.

Give me a little water, give me a little wine,
you're looking at a man who's been out in the sunshine
Just a little too long, little bit too long.
But I'll be halfway home in the hour that the morning comes.


. . .



Yonder mountain so high, I can't make it all on my own, no.
Rolling river, why so wide? To sweep me up and to bear me on,
up against the sky so bright that I can't even close my eyes.

I know I will follow, follow love, yes, yes, I will follow, follow love.
I know I will follow, follow love.

Growing slowly like a tree, someday soon, darling I love you, I love you.
Soft and gentle, full Summer moon, set my soul free, thank you, baby.
Drifting like a cloud in the sky, I can see myself from high above.

I know I must follow, follow love, yes, yes, I will follow, follow love.
I know I will follow, follow love.

Oh, half the future and half the past, they're waiting inside your eyes.
Yes, and after all of this, to last and last till at last it's your time to rise, rise.

True believer that I am, I am blind, lead me on, lead me on.
Blessed receiver of your love, I own my own time and I've been holding on, holding on.
Leave the word unspoken and the spell will not be broken.

And I'm bound to follow, now, follow love. I know I must go, follow love.
I must follow, follow love. Yes, I must follow, follow love.
Someone to hold my hand, follow love. Somebody to lead me on, follow love.
Somebody to walk beside me, follow love. Someone to follow me now, follow love.
I must follow love, follow love. I will fall in love.
I will follow love, follow love, anywhere it leads me.
I will follow love, follow love, follow love.


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Believe it or not, I've been waiting for you to come through, love of my life.
Believe it or not, I've been waiting for you to come through, love of my life.
And though the hour grew later and later, I would hold on for one more heartbeat.
While my friends around me were calling, "today, today, today, today."

As strange as it seems, I remember your face from before, believe it or not.
Before you and I were washed up on this alien shore, as strange as that seems
Though the hour grew later and later, still I'd hold on for one more heartbeat.
While my friends around me were calling, "today, today, today, today."

Today the world seems brighter. Light and bright and right somehow.
I could not have held on tighter, waiting for the past to come to pass, no.

Once in a dream I've seen myself through your eyes, this you should know.
Wading the stream that flows in between you and I, once in a dream.
And though the hour grew later and later, I would hold on for one more heartbeat.
While my friends around me were calling, "today, today, today, today."


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Lonely hearted hunter, don't say nothing. The hunger and the hurt got only one law.
Never mind your words, unseen, unheard, unsung, undone. Ain't but one place left to run.
Stand up, stand and fight.

Undercover creature that don't see sunshine, make it in the dark,
don't think twice, never mind making nice.
Black eyes, black sights, black magical rites tonight, there comes a time, babe.
Stand up, stand and fight.

Don't you worry about me, little darling, no, I ain't breaking, I'm shaking and aching.
Cause I can't stand waiting. There comes a time to stand and fight.

Maximum destruction, blood red deadheads tearing it up, wearing it down.
Never mind my name, I'm unclaimed, unnamed and unashamed.
I'd like to say fan the flames, stand and fight.

You ain't doing nobody no kind of favors. lying around like a rug on the floor.
Sooner or later you've got to stand up and say you won't take it any more.
Stand up, stand and fight.


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Down the end of this barroom, out of sight of the light in the window.
His mind in his whiskey and his body in a folding chair, far beyond repair.
I enter his vision, he watches me look for my seat.
He makes his decision and he stands to his feet, Lord, it's a long way down.

It happened to me, wonderful sight. Only for me, only for you.
It happened to be a light shining through
from one who was lost and found just like me and you.

Old man says, "Young man, my you're looking pretty green,
like a stranger to this kind of place.
Come sit at my table, come and look into my face, I've got a story to tell.
There was a father and son, but that was a long time ago.
And when the time came to run, I just couldn't say no so I left them behind."

It happened to me, wonderful sight. Only for me, only for you.
It happened to be a light shining through
from one who was lost and found just like me and you.

We have seen it before in times of great sorrow
that human compassion will flow from a well that has long run dry.

It happened to me, wonderful sight. Only for me, only for you.
It happened to be a light shining through
from one who was lost and found just like me and you.


. . .



Summer's here, I'm for that. Got my rubber sandals, got my straw hat.
Got my cold beer, I'm just glad that I'm here.

Summer's here, that suits me fine. It may rain today but I don't mind.
It's my favorite time of the year and I'm glad that I'm here.

Old man wintertime, he goes so slow. It's ten degrees below, you know.
You can take your ice and snow and let my balmy breezes blow.

Yeah, the water's cold but I've been in. Baby, lose the laundry and jump on in.
I mean all God's children got skin and it's summer again.

Old man wintertime, he goes so slow. It's ten degrees below, you know.
You can take your ice and snow and let my balmy breezes blow.

Summer's here, I'm for that. Got my rubber sandals, got my straw hat.
Drinking cold beer, man, I'm just glad that I'm here.
It's my favorite time of the year and I'm glad that I'm here, yeah.


. . .



Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel
and back when your grandfather's father was young,
men of these shores made and gave up their lives pulling up fish from the sea.

While down in the African slavery trade, stealing young men to cut sugar cane,
rum to New Bedford and codfish from Maine,
they were building a wall that will always remain.

Oh, the crown and the cross the musket and chain,
the white man's religion, the family name.
Two hundred years later and who is to blame?
The captain or the cargo or the juice of the sugar cane?

The doryman he knows when the riptides will run,
he sets out his nets and he sits in the sun.
He thinks of his family and drinks of his rum and he waits for the codfish to come.

It's the same goddamned ocean that keeps them alive,
it will swallow you up, it will let you survive.
It will heal you and steal you and take you away
like a note in a bottle with nothing to say

Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel
And back when your grandfather's father was young,
Men of these shores made and gave up their lives pulling up fish from the sea


. . .



I do believe, I must believe, I think I can begin again.
Become again the man I was back when.
So I'm walking on your streets again, feeling now as I did then,
I've since become a different man.
London Town, turn be around, London Town, carry me back,
oh, London Town, lost and found, and I feel like going back

I can remember lots of time and space, if I lose the name, still I know the faces.
Time as come and left its traces.
London Town, turn be around, London Town, carry me back,
oh, London Town, lost and found, and I feel like going back.

When I grew too old and dull to rock 'n roll, like to hold on tight to you, darling.
And when my fires have all burned out, I'd like to think I can still think about
the things I used to sing about When I was spending all my time alone.
By myself and on my own, seldom seen and quite unknown.
London Town, turn be around, London Town, carry me back,
oh, London Town, lost and found, and I feel like going back. Yes, I feel like going back.


. . .


Walk down that lonesome road
All by yourself
Don't turn your head
Back over your shoulder
And only stop
To rest yourself
When the silver moon
Is shining high above the trees

If I had stopped to listen
Once or twice
If I had closed my mouth
And opened my eyes

If I had cooled my head
And warmed my heart
I'd not be on this road tonight

Carry on
Never mind feeling sorry for yourself
It doesn't save you from your troubled mind

Walk down that lonesome road
All by yourself
Don't turn your head
Back over your shoulder
And only stop
To rest yourself
When the silver moon
Is shining high above the trees

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