JAMES TAYLOR - FATHER AND SON

FATHER AND SON

JAMES TAYLOR

SONGWRITER: JAMES TAYLOR

COUNTRY: U. S. A.

ALBUM: FATHER AND SON

LABEL: FABRI EDITORI

GENRE: FOLK ROCK

YEAR: 1994

 

       James Vernon Taylor(born March 12, 1948) is an American singer-songwriter and guitarist. A six-time Grammy Award winner, he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2000. He is one of the best-selling music artists of all time, having sold more than 100 million records worldwide.

        Taylor achieved his breakthrough in 1970 with the No. 3 single "Fire and Rain" and had his first Nº. 1 hit in 1971 with his recording of "You've Got a Friend", written by Carole King in the same year. His 1976 Greatest Hits album was certified Diamond and has sold 12 million US copies. Following his 1977 album JT, he has retained a large audience over the decades. Every album that he released from 1977 to 2007 sold over 1 million copies. He enjoyed a resurgence in chart performance during the late 1990s and 2000s, when he recorded some of his most-awarded work (including Hourglass, October Road, and Covers). He achieved his first number-one album in the US in 2015 with his recording Before This World.

       Taylor is known for his covers, such as "How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved by You)" and "Handy Man", as well as originals such as "Sweet Baby James". He played the leading role in Monte Hellman's 1971 film Two-Lane Blacktop.

Like father, like son

Like father, like son

Like father, like son

 

Don't come on so c*cksure boy, you can't escape your genes

No point in feeling purer boy, your background intervenes

Listen good and listen straight, you're not the master of your fate

 

To this you must be reconciled, you'll always be your father's child

At times acclaimed, at times reviled

You wind up doing just what I've done

Like father, like son

Like father, like son

 

Don't assume your vices get handed down the line

That a parent's blood suffices to condemn the child's design

I've done wrong, I can't deny, but at least I know that I

 

Shouldn't blame that on my stock, this may come as quite a shock

But I'm no chip off any block, I wouldn't wish those words on anyone

Like father, like son

Like father, like son

 

Son, you're nervous, take my hand

All is settled, all is planned

You've got the world at your command

I don't think you understand

Just have the slave if you must, and be done with her

Don't ever speak of her like that again

 

I appreciate too well, the squalor at which you excel

It isn't very hard to tell, evil's a distinctive smell

 

From this day on I choose my own way

If I choose to be with Aida, then I will be

And no one, not you, not even the gods can stop me

 

He's lost all sense of reason, and why some foreign sl*t

Not only is that treason, some doors are slamming shut

Just like me, he's found that flesh can excite but will it mesh

Watch me rid him of this blight, once the harlot's out of sight

Then I think he will see the light

He won't walk back to daddy, he will run

Like father, like son

Like father, like son

Like father, like son

Like father, like son.