Chupacabra

This is literally a bloody awful music video. Gwendolyn and Glenda have been doing great imitations of Chupacabra. I had to make a parody music for for them with them doing their imitations. This video will definitely give Brian nightmares.

Chupacabra
Lyrics: Timothy Price
Music: John Lennon

Chupacabra’s gonna to get you
He’s going to grab you by the head
He’s going to rip your throat out Mr.
He’ll suck your blood until you’re dead
Why in the hell do you want to park
And walk in the bosque after dark
What do you think you’re trying to prove
Chupacabra he’ll get to you

Chupacabra’s going to get you
He’s going to grab you by the face
Gonna suck all your blood out sister
Take you from the human race
You know you’re never going to be
Saved by a fool not me
Who the hell do you think I am
A Superman
Or Sam I Am

Beware You’ll all die young
From the wounds and the scars and the blood
Chupa he’s the one
Bleeding everyone just for fun

Chupacabra’s gonna to get you
Gonna knock you off your feet
He’ll pull you down asunder
Like everyone he meets
You should not be standing there
You will surely meet disappear
And why it’s not so very clear
That Chupa’s everywhere
He kills and takes his share

Beware You’ll all die young
From the wounds and the scars and the blood
Chupa he’s the one
Bleeding everyone yes everyone
Yeah yeah, alright, uh huh, ah

Beware You’ll all die young
From the wounds and the scars and the blood
Beware You’ll all die young

Beware You’ll all die young
From the wounds and the scars and the blood
Beware You’ll ll die young
From the wounds and the scars and the blood
Beware You’ll all die young
From the wounds and the scars and the blood
Beware You’ll ll die young
From the wounds and the scars and the blood

Tiny

Tiny blends into the scene
Hidden among yellows
Surrounded by salmon
In Tuscan Sun
Drunk on pollen
He pays no heed
To lenses and shadows
Prying eyes
Straining to see him
A golden hopper
Out of grass

Explosion

Thunderheads explode
Under clear blue skies
Taunting sunset’s
Cast of colors
Streaming light
Reds, yellows
Blur to orange
Turquoise dances
In the wings
Reflections rippled
Flowing waters
Stilled
Violent thunder
Silenced
Tranquil scene
Exploding beauty
Falling darkness
Soon to cover
All that once had light

Pink

Metaphor of sunset
Drowned by driving rain
Soft edges
Into black
Shine

Sharp petals
Edge together
Pink held
tight

Sunrise lauds
Grip loosened
edges hold
Light

Sunbeam streaks naked light
Dawn’s gray panned to gold
Flashed bright
Rays unfold
Pink

Beethoven the Beaver

After photographing the red sun falling behind the slipping into its nightly bliss, I walked over the Beaver Point. Lo and behold, the was a beaver sitting on the opposite bank of the Rio Grande grooming to Beethoven’s 5th Symphony. I tried to hold the Bazooka as steady as possible in the low dusk light, capturing video of this classical Beaver, Beethoven the Beaver.

A Pug With No Name*

I’m a sweet little fellow

With a face that’s molto bello

I watch the clouds for rain.

I have a loving family

Life would be as sweet as candy

If I only had a name!

Liza, our planner, brought her adorable Pug to the office today. He’s a wonderful, really well behaved dog. But he doesn’t have a name. Liza is open to suggestions for names.

*He his really a French Bulldog, and not a Pug at all. However, the title goes better calling him a Pug with no name.