Category: Loki

Old & Gray

Timothy Price37 Comments

People have been asking me to return to my “Bloody Awful” roots of me vocalizing my songs. I believe Old & Gray, in my own Redneck Metal style, is pretty much on bloody awful par with my pre-AI vocals music (lyrics at the end of the post).

Belafonte

Belafonte trying to open the Thermos for a second cup of coffee

Loki’s back…

…and helped me with the laundry

Silver @sunrise

Jake loves to help clean up on gelato Sunday

A penny for you thoughts, Gwendolyn

“A penny? At least a fiver, and a squeezy treat or two, if you want to know what I think!”

Marble

Spunk tucked in and grooming

All worn out from grooming

“This is the life!”

Loki

Old and Gray
By Timothy Price

[Verse 1]
I have a parrot on my hand
And a cat on my lap
I’m not sure life
Can get much better than that

[Chorus]
I may be old, I may be gray
I may have seen my better days
But I can still enjoy the simple ways
Of life with birds, life with cats
And a big ‘ol yellow dog named Jake

[Verse2]
When simple pleasures come my way
I savor them from day to day
As life slows down
Time moves much faster
I teeder on the edge of disaster

[Bridge]
It’s been said that as you age
You become like a fine wine
But truth be told, and I can say
You become a first class whiner

[Chorus]
I may be old, I may be gray
I may have seen my better days
But I can still enjoy the simple ways
Of life with birds, life with cats
And a big ‘ol yellow dog named Jake

[Bridge]
It’s been said that as you age
You become like a fine wine
But truth be told, and I can say
You become a first class whiner

[Outro]
Old and gray, stuck in my ways
But with the birds, and cats
And ‘ol yeller Jake in the mix
This old dog can learn a few new tricks

Saw A Seahorse

Timothy Price35 Comments

Resa’s Wolf Tree at sunrise

Saw a Seahorse in negative space

Jake’s midday sit

Morning Glories

Peace Plant

Gwendolyn and Loki

Ducks shimmering in the late afternoon light

Rio Grande still running low

Puff The magic Dragon flew by at sunset

Coyote cloud stalked Resa’s Wolf Tree at sunset

Waiting For The Storm

Timothy Price39 Comments

Venus over Resa’s Wolf Tree at dawn

Corn Moon over lightpost at dawn

A wall of rain that never reached us

Lighting was getting close

Loki: “Impresive lightning, Paparazzo. Where’s the storm? Where’s the rain?”

Paparazzo: The storm and rain seems to have Petered out before it got to us.

Loki: “That Peter god, or whoever he is, needs to ‘Man Up’ and start peeing on us!”

Paparazzo: “I love your cat logic, Loki!’

Saved From Hell Fire

Timothy Price55 Comments

Meet A.I. Indriðsdóttir, a new vocalist from Iceland who has been working with El Cheo on several new songs. I used a poem from a post back in October 2021 titled “Saved From Hell’s Fire Rhyme” to create the song.

A.I. Indriðsdóttir is as beautiful as her voice

Gwendolyn: “What do you mean, ‘No grilled mice tonight?’ You two are sickos saving mice from a good grilling and not feeding them to us cats!”

Paparozzo: “Sorry, Gwendolyn. I saved those mice from the grill four years ago, and Silver gave me a good grilling and rough kitty tongue lashing over it back then.”

Marble: “You could have at least shish-kebabbed them!”

Loki: “Talk to the paws and the claws, Paparazzo!”

Jake: “Whoa! What a beautiful woman. I’m smitten! When do I get to meet her?”

Paparazzo: “Sorry, Jake, she lives in Iceland, thousands of miles away.”

Saved From in Hell Fire
El Cheo, A.I. Indriðsdóttir

[Verse 1]
Little Miss Mousie faced the flames of hell
Under cover of an accommodating grill
The third burner it didn’t light
Covered in insulation she stole in the night
Mouselettes were lucky they were not well done
As I gathered them up one by one

[Chorus]
Saved from Hell fire
They faced heated light
Saved from Hell fire
They were in a plight
Saved from Hell fire
No grilled mice tonight
Saved from Hell fire
The mice are alright

[Verse 2]
I moved them to a waiting pan
With pink insulation I had at hand
I put them in a safe place well hidden
While I grilled the thighs of a Costco chicken
Cleaned the grill shut off the gas
With the mouselettes tucked deep in the grass

[Chorus]
Saved from Hell fire
They faced heated light
Saved from Hell fire
They were in a plight
Saved from Hell fire
No grilled mice tonight
Saved from Hell fire
The mice are alright

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
I put things in order, went in for the night
I fed the cats and turned out the lights
When morning came I wasn’t thrilled
To find that Little Miss Mousie was back in the grill

[Outro]
By the time I need to grill again
The mouselettes will be all grown up
Big, and strong, and off on their own
To tease the cats on chance they get caught
Their redemtion from hell fire
An old fool’s kindess all for nought

[Guitar Solo]

[Fin]
I put things in order, went in for the night
I fed the cats and turned out the lights
When morning came I wasn’t thrilled
To find that Little Miss Mousie was back in the grill
Back in the grill