Biography:
Joshua James is an American singer-songwriter currently based out of American Fork, Utah and Lincoln, Nebraska.
On his second album, Build Me This, the follow-up to his critically acclaimed The Sun is Always Brighter, produced by industry veteran Shannon Edgar, James expands his musical palette to foreboding doom-laden hard rock. Progressing from folkish harmonies, to country twang, world beats and southern home rock while further exploring themes of spiritual searching and heartbreaking loss.
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Other songs:
- Fm Radio
- Abbie Martin
- Annabelle
- Benediction
- Beware
- Black July
- Broken Tongue
- Cheyenne Wyoming
- Coal War
- Colbys Song
- Cowboys And Indians
- Coyote Caller
- Crash This Train
- Crooked Arrow
- Daniel
- Dear Darcy
- Doctor Oh Doctor
- Esperanza Live
- Feel The Same
- Geese
- Ghost In The Town
- Lawn Full Of Marigolds
- Lord Devil And Him
- Lovers Without Love
- Magazine
- Meet Me In The Middle
- My Confessionary Hymn
- Mystic
- New Love Song
- Old Best Friend
- One Nation Under God
- Queen Of The City
- Ribbon Bows
- Sister
- Soul The Sea
- Surrender
- Tell My Pa
- Today
- Weeds
- Willamette Mountain
- Wilted Daisies
- Winter Storm
- Wolves
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Willamette Mountain - chords
Artist: Joshua James
Album: From The Top Of Willamette Mountain
Tabbed by: Gioacchino La Rochelle
This is a great ballad ... so chords are the same for all song
C/G 33201X
G/D 32003X
F X3321X
Verse:
C/G G/D
-----------------------------------------|
---------1------1-------3-----------3----|
------0-----------0--------0-----------0-|
----2--------(2)-------0----------0------|
--3----3-------------2----2----------2---|
-----------3-------------------3---------|
C/G C/G C/G
C/G
Just the power of indecision,
You're riddled with shame.
F G/D
If you leave your home number I will send you the blame.
The teeth in the cupboard ward away all bad luck,
C/G
Deep within Willamette Mountain.
A sheepskin for winter,
And a tin can for rain.
I could cut you fresh ginger if you say that you're staying.
I got a million more stories, and only half aren't true,
Here inside Willamette Mountain.
R:
F C
Well, I am not real, for you I feel,
G C
For you I feel when the morning comes.
F C
I am not real, for you I feel,
G C/G
For you I feel when the morning comes.
(As before)
Please be cautious, my loved one,
The collar round your neck might not lead you to water,
But to prison instead.
You have four paths to choose from,
And only three will confuse.
The last leads to Willamette Mountain.
R:
Well, I am not real, for you I feel,
For you I feel when the morning comes.
I am not real, for you I feel,
For you I feel when the morning comes.
Hurry and write down your feelings,
Hesitation means death.
Pickle all of your wrinklings,
Bottle every last breath for your mind will betray you,
And say your memory is false,
Underneath the sheets in Willamette Mountain.
Conjure all of your demons,
Try and make peace with the pain,
To ignore and neglect will make you bitter and stained.
You're a creature of comfort,
Your body gives way,
To the spirits in Willamette Mountain.
R:
Well, I am not real, for you I feel,
For you I feel when the morning comes.
I am not real, for you I feel,
For you I feel when the morning comes.
For you I feel when the morning comes.
A- E A- F A- F A-
F C
Artist: Joshua James
Album: From The Top Of Willamette Mountain
Tabbed by: Gioacchino La Rochelle
This is a great ballad ... so chords are the same for all song
C/G 33201X
G/D 32003X
F X3321X
Verse:
C/G G/D
-----------------------------------------|
---------1------1-------3-----------3----|
------0-----------0--------0-----------0-|
----2--------(2)-------0----------0------|
--3----3-------------2----2----------2---|
-----------3-------------------3---------|
C/G C/G C/G
C/G
Just the power of indecision,
You're riddled with shame.
F G/D
If you leave your home number I will send you the blame.
The teeth in the cupboard ward away all bad luck,
C/G
Deep within Willamette Mountain.
A sheepskin for winter,
And a tin can for rain.
I could cut you fresh ginger if you say that you're staying.
I got a million more stories, and only half aren't true,
Here inside Willamette Mountain.
R:
F C
Well, I am not real, for you I feel,
G C
For you I feel when the morning comes.
F C
I am not real, for you I feel,
G C/G
For you I feel when the morning comes.
(As before)
Please be cautious, my loved one,
The collar round your neck might not lead you to water,
But to prison instead.
You have four paths to choose from,
And only three will confuse.
The last leads to Willamette Mountain.
R:
Well, I am not real, for you I feel,
For you I feel when the morning comes.
I am not real, for you I feel,
For you I feel when the morning comes.
Hurry and write down your feelings,
Hesitation means death.
Pickle all of your wrinklings,
Bottle every last breath for your mind will betray you,
And say your memory is false,
Underneath the sheets in Willamette Mountain.
Conjure all of your demons,
Try and make peace with the pain,
To ignore and neglect will make you bitter and stained.
You're a creature of comfort,
Your body gives way,
To the spirits in Willamette Mountain.
R:
Well, I am not real, for you I feel,
For you I feel when the morning comes.
I am not real, for you I feel,
For you I feel when the morning comes.
For you I feel when the morning comes.
A- E A- F A- F A-
F C
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Josie
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Joss Stone
Joss Whedon