James Taylor

[fox69]

"Mexico"

"Mexico"



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.
Woh, 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 senorita with the eyes on fire.
Woh, 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.
Woh, down in Mexico, I never really been so I don't really know.
And oh, Mexico, I guess I'll have to go.
Woh, Mexico, I never really been so I don't really know.
And oh, Mexico, I guess I'll have to go now.
Talking bout Mexico. Big ol' honkey-tonk down in Mexico.

 

[fox69]

"Migration"

"Migration"



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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"Millworker"

"Millworker"



Now my grandfather was a sailor, he blew in off the water.
My father was a farmer and I, his only daughter.
Took up with a no good millworking man from Massachusetts
who dies from too much whiskey and leaves me these three faces to feed.

Millwork ain't easy, millwork ain't hard, millwork it ain't nothing but an awful boring job.
I'm waiting for a daydream to take me through the morning
and put me in my coffee break where I can have a sandwich and remember.

Then it's me and my machine for the rest of the morning,
for the rest of the afternoon and the rest of my life.

Now my mind begins to wander to the days back on the farm.
I can see my father smiling at me, swinging on his arm.
I can hear my granddad's stories of the storms out on Lake Erie
where vessels and cargoes and fortunes and sailors' lives were lost.

Yes, but it's my life has been wasted, and I have been the fool
to let this manufacturer use my body for a tool.
I can ride home in the evening, staring at my hands,
swearing by my sorrow that a young girl ought to stand a better chance.

So may I work the mills just as long as I am able
and never meet the man whose name is on the label.

It be me and my machine for the rest of the morning
and the rest of the afternoon, gone for the rest of my life.

 

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"Mona"

"Mona"



Life's good, friends are hard to find and now one of mine is dead.
And things I should have said to her, I shall say to you instead.
Mona, Mona, so much of you to love, too much of you to take care of, Mona, Mona.
You got too big to keep and too damn old to eat.

When you where just a football at your mama's side,
I reckon everyone figured you for a barbecue when you died.
And here I'm thinking about you lying underground pushing up a pine tree in my field.
Oh, Mona, Mona, you can close your eyes. I've got a twelve-gauge surprise waiting for you.

Since the day she passed away, everything's just the same.
Everywhere I go, somebody mentions her name.
Sometimes it's easiest to tell a friend a lie, they don't understand the way I feel.
Oh, Mona, Mona, so much of you to love, too much of you to take care of, so long.

Now she is gone and I am left alone as you can see.
But ever since I caused her death, I do miss her company.

 

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"Money Machine"

"Money Machine"



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.

 

[fox69]

"Mud Slide Slim"

"Mud Slide Slim"



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.

 

[fox69]

"Music"

"Music"



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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"My Romance"

"My Romance"



My romance doesn't need to have a moon in the sky.
My romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by.
No month of May, no shining star, no hideaway, no soft guitar.

My romance doesn't need a castle rising in Spain
nor a dance to a constantly surprising refrain.
Wide-awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true
'cause my romance doesn't need a thing but you.

 

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"My Traveling Star"

"My Traveling Star"



Watch my back and light my way (my traveling star, my traveling star).
Watch over all of those born St. Christopher's Day (old road dog, young runaway).
They hunger for home but they cannot stay,
they wait by the door, they stand and they stare.
They're already out of there, they're already out of there.

My daddy used to ride the rails (so they say, so they say).
Soft as smoke and as tough as nails (Boxcar Jones, old walking man).
Coming back home was like going to jail.
The sheets and the blankets and babies and all,
no, he never did come back home, never that I recall.

Never mind the wind, never mind the rain, never mind the road leading home again.
Never asking why, never knowing when, every now and then, there he goes again.

She had a cat and a dog named Blue (my traveling star, my traveling star).
A big old stove and a fireplace, too (old road dog, young runaway).
She told me loved me like it was true.
I knew I should stay, I knew I would go.
Run, run, run away. Run, run, run away, boy.

Run before the wind, run before the rain, over yonder hill, just around the bend.
Never knowing why, never knowing when, every now and then, there you go again.

Tie me up and hold me down (oh, my traveling star).
Bury my feet down in the ground (oh, old road dog).
Claim my name from the lost and found and let me believe this is where I belong.
Shame on me for sure for one more highway song.
My traveling star, my traveling star...

 

[fox69]

"Native Son"

"Native Son"



Mount up, move on, may you find the way back home.

Down and down we go, down into bright October,
brothers in arms no more now that the war is over.
Have you waded in and been to hell? Will you lie upon the sofa,
see to the decoration of your shell now that the war is over?

Mount up, move on, damn the darkness, speed the dawn, they lost, we won.
Try to find your way back home, native son.

Down and down we go, down into bright October,
brothers in arms no more now that the war is over.
Have you waded in and been to hell? Will you lie upon the sofa,
see to the decoration of your shell now that the war is over?

Mount up, move on, damn the darkness, speed the dawn, they lost, we won.
Try to find your way back home, native son.