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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


JT (1977)
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Whenever I see your smiling face
I have to smile myself
Because I love you, yes I do

And when you give me that pretty little pout
It turns me inside out
There's something about you, baby
I don't know

Isn't it amazing a man like me
Can feel this way
Tell me how much longer
If it grows stronger every day
Oh, how much longer

Thought I was in love a couple of times before
With the girl next door
But that was long before I met you
Now I'm sure that I won't forget you

And I thank my lucky stars
That you are who you are
And not just another lovely lady
Sent down to break my heart

Isn't it amazing a man like me
Can feel this way
Tell me how much longer
If it grows stronger every day, yeah

No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong today
Whenever I see you smile at me
No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong today
Whenever I see your smiling face my way
(repeat to end)


. . .



Listen to me and I'll sing you a song
and the time will go by till you never know where it's gone.
Talk to me and I'll tell you my life story.
Walk with me and I'll tell you my dreams of glory.
There we are walking hand in hand, somewhere on the sand
at the end of the land and the edge of the shining sea.

Drifting through time and space on the face of a little blue ball falling around the sun.
One in a million, billion twinkling lights shining out for no one in the middle of the night.
Here we are, sparks in the darkness, speaking of our love
burning down forever and forever.

Oh, I don't know if I told you, but you hold my heart in your hand.
And I found out something about you, baby, without you. I'm a lonely man.

So though I never say that I love you, I love you, darling I do, Carly, I do love you.
And though we are as nothing to the stars that shine above,
you are my universe, you are my love.
Here we are, like children forever, taking care of one another
while the world goes on without us, all around us.


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That limousine in which you made the scene suits you to a 'T'
if all you want to be is somebody that don't never walk.
That big chateau where you wanna go in the south of France,
gonna end our big romance. Don't you do it.

Honey, don't leave L. A., that Riviera is so far away.
Begging you s'il vous plait, they don't know nothing down in St. Tropez.
Baby don't leave L. A.

I heard it said that you had it made with you movie star, but, oh, how right you are.
If that's really 'bout the best you can do,
you moved my soul so I played the role of your back door man.
Yes and now I can't really complain cause I love you.

Honey, don't leave L. A., that Riviera is so far away.
Begging you sil vous plait, they don't know nothing down in St. Tropez.
Baby don't leave L. A.


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When I feel as though my love is sinking down, the sun doesn't want to shine.
When it feels like she won't face another day, life is unkind, she's frozen in time.
And here comes another grey morning. A not so good morning after all.
She says "well, what am I to do today with too much time and so much sorrow."

She hears the baby waking up downstairs.
She hears the foghorn calling out across the sound.
Repetition in the morning air is just too much to bear, and no one seems to care.
If another day goes creeping by empty and ashamed,
like an old unwanted memory that no one will claim.
The clouds with their heads on the ground, she's gonna have to come down.

She said "move me, move me, I'm locked up inside."
Well, I didn't understand her though God knows I tried.
She said "make me angry but just make me cry.
But no more grey morning, I think I'd rather die."


. . .



Now I'm just a bartender, and I don't like my work, but I don't mind the money at all.
I see lots of sad faces and lots of bad cases of folks with their backs to the wall.
But I need four walls around me to hold my life, to keep me from going astray,
and a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight to keep me from slipping away.

I can light up your smokes, I can laugh at your jokes,
I can watch you fall down on your knees.
I can close down this bar, I can gas up my car, I can pack up and mail in my key.
But I need four walls around me to hold my life, to keep me from going astray,
and a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight to keep me from slipping away.

Now, the smoke fills the air in this honky-tonk bar
and I'm thinking 'bout where I'd rather be.
But I burned all my bridges, I sank all my ships and I'm stranded at the edge of the sea.
But I need four walls around me to hold my life, to keep me from going astray,
and a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight to keep me from slipping away.


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Well the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.
Any fool can do it,
There ain't nothin' to it.
Nobody knows how we got to the top of the hill.
But since we're on our way down,
We might as well enjoy the ride.

The secret of love is in opening up your heart.
It's okay to feel afraid,
But don't let it stand in your way, No now.
Cuz everyone knows that love is the only road.
And since we're only here for awhile,
We might as well show some style,
Give us a smile now,

(Chorus)
Isn't it a lovely ride?
Sliding down, and
Gliding down, and
Try not to try too hard.
It's just a lovely ride.

The thing about time is that time isn't really real.
It's all on your point of view,
How does it feel to you in there, and
Einstein said that you could never understand it all.
Planets spinning through space,
The smile upon your face,
Welcome to the human race,

(Chorus)

Isn't that a lovely ride,
Oh la la yes,
See me sliding down and gliding down,
Try not to try too hard,
It's just a lovely ride.

Now the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time...

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Hey girls gather round, listen to what I'm putting down
Hey babe, i'm your Handy Man.
I'm not the kind that uses pencil or ruler,
I'm handy with love and I'm no fool,
I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can.

If your broken heart should need repair,
Then I am the man to see.
I whisper sweet things, you tell all your friends,
They'll come running to me.

Here is the main thing that I want to say,
I'm busy 24 hours a day.
I fix broken hearts, I know that I truly can.
Comma, comma, comma, comma, come, come, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Comma, comma, comma, comma, come, come
They'll come running to me.

Here is the main thing that I want to say,
I'm busy 24 hours a day,
I fix broken hearts, baby I'm your handy man.
Comma, comma, comma, comma, come, come, yeah, yeah, yeah
Comma, comma, comma, comma, come, come, yeah, yeah, yeah
Comma, comma, comma, comma, come, come, yeah, yeah, yeah
Comma, comma, comma, comma, come, come, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Got the one room suite in the downtown motel, got a lovely view.
Classic shot of the parking lot, an off ramp of route 72.
Half flat six pack of lukewarm beer, so lay down by my side.
Like to whisper sweet nothings in my filthy ear till I'm satisfied.

Baby-bootie, juicy-fruity, truck-stop cutie, roadside-beauty,
I'm in love with you. Hope it don't last too long.

You got the mackerel eyes, brought the side of fries.
You got me hypnotized, I'm in love again.
Now baby when I told you that I love you, I was only telling a lie.
I'll be long gone come the crack of dawn and I believe the word is
good-bye, bye baby, bye, bye.

I was only telling a lie, there ain't no need to act like I shot your dog, no.
I was only telling a lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.


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Need a reason to be here, hoping to find it tonight.
Walking alone on Broadway, watching the people, watching the town go down.
Broadway's a river to me, fat fish in the big city sea, taxi cabs, limousines, submarines.

Got my mind on a sweet dream, keeping an eye on this street scene.
Cause I'm open for love in the middle of town tonight.
Had my fill of self-pity, I brought all my blues to the city.
Guess I'm pressing my luck in the middle of town tonight.
See me waiting on you to smile back on me, child.

It looks like tomorrow, it seems like the end of a dream.
Dawning on me on Broadway in the morning light, it's a dream.
And I'm just a fool looking for love on Broadway.


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Oh in this day
Show me the ocean
When shall i see the sea?

May this day
Set me in motion
I ought to be on my way

We were there
We were sailing on the Terra Nova
Sailing for the setting sun
Sailing for the new horizon

May this day
Show me an ocean
I ought to be on my way

Ought to be on my way right now
Stepping on the boat
With a lump in my throat
On my way right now

I got a letter from a dear friend of mine
Story of a spirits well awakening
She spoke of her love returning in time
She let me know that she'd be waiting

I should be on my way by now
Walking cross the floor
Reaching for the door
On my way by now

But here I sit
Country fool that I am
Elbow on my knee
And my chin in my hand
My mind in the gutter
And my eye on the street
Whole up in a cave of concrete

And I ought to be on my way right now
Packin' my things
While the telephone rings
On my way right now

I miss my lovely mother
And i love my lonely father
I know I owe my brothers
One thing and another
I hear my sister singing

I ought to be on my way right now
Moving cross the land
With my heart in my hand
On my way By now

Ought to be on my way by now

Oh in this day
Set me in motion
Ought to be on my way

. . .


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Damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Damn this traffic jam
Time I get home my supper be cold
Damn this traffic jam
So I left my job 'bout five o' clock
Fifteen minutes to go three blocks
Just in time to stand in line
Freeway looking like a parking lot

Damn this traffic jam, how i hate to be late
Hurts my motor too go so slow
Time I get home my supper be cold
Damn this traffic jam
So I almost had a heartattack looking in a review mirror
Saw myself the next car back lookin' in the reveiw mirror About to have a heartattack

Said, damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Time I get home, my supper be cold
Damn this traffic jam
And when I die, I don't want no coffin
Thought about it all too often
Just strap me in behind the wheel
And bury me with my automobile

Damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Damn this traffic jam
Time I get home my supper be cold
Damn this traffic jam
I use to think that I was driving around on fosil fuel
And then I found I was doing much driving down
Baby, I was driving down the road, just the road to ruin

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If I keep on talking now, I'll only start repeating myself and all I can say is
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
If I slip and tip my hand, I'm certain to scare you away, then what would I say?
I'd be hurting, I'm certain, I'd be uncool to let you know that you're the one,
the fool who jumped the gun.

Cause I've been advised by other guys you've left behind,
your good byes are somewhat unrefined.
But if I play my role just right, tonight could be my lucky night and you could be mine.
If I present it to you with a flower in the moonlight, shiny and new,
well, you couldn't say no tonight, if I keep my heart out of sight.

If I play my role just right, tonight could be my lucky night and you could be mine.
If I present it to you with a flower in the moonlight, shiny and new,
well, you couldn't say no tonight, if I keep my heart out of sight.


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