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James Taylor

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156 total appearances

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The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

And it makes it sound like James Taylor, like Carol's tune up on the roof, which we did all summer long, and we went back and forth between her version of it and mine. It started being like a...

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

And it makes it sound like James Taylor, like Carol's tune up on the roof, which we did all summer long, and we went back and forth between her version of it and mine. It started being like a...

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

When this whole world starts a gettin' me down And people are just too much for me to feed Well, when I adapted the tune and we did it, it was like a When this whole world starts a gettin' me down And people are just too much for me to feed I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs and all my cares they just lay right in the... La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la da da

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

When this whole world starts a gettin' me down And people are just too much for me to feed Well, when I adapted the tune and we did it, it was like a When this whole world starts a gettin' me down And people are just too much for me to feed I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs and all my cares they just lay right in the... La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la da da

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

When this whole world starts a gettin' me down And people are just too much for me to feed Well, when I adapted the tune and we did it, it was like a When this whole world starts a gettin' me down And people are just too much for me to feed I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs and all my cares they just lay right in the... La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la da da

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

They were circles around the sun, never give up, never slow down, never grow old, never ever die young, synchronized with the rising moon. Even with the evening star, they were true love, all written in stone. They were never alone, they were never that far apart. And we who couldn't bear to believe they might make it, we got to close our eyes and

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

They were circles around the sun, never give up, never slow down, never grow old, never ever die young, synchronized with the rising moon. Even with the evening star, they were true love, all written in stone. They were never alone, they were never that far apart. And we who couldn't bear to believe they might make it, we got to close our eyes and

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

They were circles around the sun, never give up, never slow down, never grow old, never ever die young, synchronized with the rising moon. Even with the evening star, they were true love, all written in stone. They were never alone, they were never that far apart. And we who couldn't bear to believe they might make it, we got to close our eyes and

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

To cut up our losses into doable doses And ration our tears and sighs You can see them on the street on a Saturday night Everyone used to run them down. They're a little too sweet. They're a little too tight. They're not enough tough for this town, no. We couldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole. No, it didn't seem to rattle at all. They refused to gather body and soul.

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

To cut up our losses into doable doses And ration our tears and sighs You can see them on the street on a Saturday night Everyone used to run them down. They're a little too sweet. They're a little too tight. They're not enough tough for this town, no. We couldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole. No, it didn't seem to rattle at all. They refused to gather body and soul.

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

To cut up our losses into doable doses And ration our tears and sighs You can see them on the street on a Saturday night Everyone used to run them down. They're a little too sweet. They're a little too tight. They're not enough tough for this town, no. We couldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole. No, it didn't seem to rattle at all. They refused to gather body and soul.

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

Had much more with their backs up against them. Hold them up, hold them up, never do let them fall. Pray to the dust and the rust and the ruin that names us, shames us, claims us all. Guess it had to happen someday soon. There wasn't nothing to hold them down. They would rise from all this like a big balloon. Take the sky and forsake the ground. Guess other hearts were broken.

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

Had much more with their backs up against them. Hold them up, hold them up, never do let them fall. Pray to the dust and the rust and the ruin that names us, shames us, claims us all. Guess it had to happen someday soon. There wasn't nothing to hold them down. They would rise from all this like a big balloon. Take the sky and forsake the ground. Guess other hearts were broken.

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

Had much more with their backs up against them. Hold them up, hold them up, never do let them fall. Pray to the dust and the rust and the ruin that names us, shames us, claims us all. Guess it had to happen someday soon. There wasn't nothing to hold them down. They would rise from all this like a big balloon. Take the sky and forsake the ground. Guess other hearts were broken.

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

I know other dreams ran dry But our golden ones sailed on and on To another land beneath another sky Let other hearts be broken Let other dreams run dry Let our golden ones sailed on and on To another land beneath another sky Beneath another sky Hold them on, won't you hold them on?

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

I know other dreams ran dry But our golden ones sailed on and on To another land beneath another sky Let other hearts be broken Let other dreams run dry Let our golden ones sailed on and on To another land beneath another sky Beneath another sky Hold them on, won't you hold them on?

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

I know other dreams ran dry But our golden ones sailed on and on To another land beneath another sky Let other hearts be broken Let other dreams run dry Let our golden ones sailed on and on To another land beneath another sky Beneath another sky Hold them on, won't you hold them on?

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

Thank you. You Never Die Young. I'm going to play that first song, very early song, first presentable song, I think, that I ever wrote.

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

Thank you. You Never Die Young. I'm going to play that first song, very early song, first presentable song, I think, that I ever wrote.

The New Yorker Radio Hour
From the Archive: James Taylor Will Teach you Guitar

Thank you. You Never Die Young. I'm going to play that first song, very early song, first presentable song, I think, that I ever wrote.