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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


In The Pocket (1976)
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You can play the game,
And you can act the part,
Though you know it wasn't written for you.
Tell me how can you stand there,
With your broken heart,
Ashamed to playin' 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,
what do you plan to do
with your foolish pride,
when youre all by yourself alone,
Once you tell somebody about the way that you feel,
You can feel it beginning to ease,
I think its true what they say,
about the squeaky wheel,
always getting the grease,

so just shower the people you love with love,
Show them the way you feel
things are gonna work out fine,
if you only will,
what I like to do to you
Shower the people you love with love,
Show them the way you feel,
Things are gonna be much better, if you only will

Shower the people you love with love,
Show them the way you feel,
Shower the people you love with love,
Show them the way you feel,
Shower the people you love with love,
Show them the way you feel,
Shower the people you love with love,
Show them the way you feel,
Shower the people you love with love,
Show them the way you feel,
Shower the people you love with love,
Show them the way you feel,
Shower the people you love with love,
Show them the way you feel,
Shower the people you love with love,
Show them the way you feel.

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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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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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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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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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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, oh, 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 halfway 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 the 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 and kill 'em, baby.

Daddy's all gone, he's just halfway home.
He's holding on to the microphone singing, please, don't make the show go on.


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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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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 swimmin 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

. . .



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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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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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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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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