The Wolf Tree & The Winter Moon† by Timothy Price, featuring Resa McConaghy on vocals.
As many of my followers know, I write a song for the Winter Wolf Moon every January. The 2026 Wolf Moon song is very special because it stars Resa’s Wolf Tree, and what’s even more exciting is that Resa sang the song. Her voice is beautiful and perfect for the song.
The Winter Wolf Moon and Jupiter rising over Resa’s Wolf Tree
Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon By Timothy Price. Vocals by Resa McConaghy
[Intro/Chorus] Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Cold and darkness they consume Watching over frozen lives While twilight leans on the gloom
[Verse 1] Can four divisors tell us what’s to come? Predictions made on the dividend Year of our Lord two-thousand twenty-six We have one-thousand thirteen, one, and two
[Chorus] Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Cold and darkness they consume Watching over frozen lives While twilight leans on the gloom
[Verse 2] The Wolf Moon and the Wolf Tree ask What are the odds? What is the chance Of being good, of being bad, Of simply being ugly
[Bridge] Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Against the odds they roll their dice Will they fall on double sixes Or will they fall on snake eyes Another throw, three out of four Does winter live or does it die?
[Outro/Chorus] Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Cold and darkness they consume Watching over frozen lives While twilight leans on the gloom
Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Cold and darkness they consume Watching over frozen lives
The reality of our early morning walks put to music. You may or may not find this song funny.
The Morning Walk By Timothy Price
[Verse 1] Walk the dog three sunder miles Before the sun begins to rise Photographing cranes through the brush While Dawn applies her soft pink blush
[Verse 2] Winding trails hold booby traps Stepping over coyote crap Tree roots of all evil lie in wait Trying to trip us up
[Chorus] Daily early morning walks Frozen Dawn chokes the darkness Monsters succumb to morningtide Stand in wonder, beauty surrounds us
[Verse 3] Taking pauses for leglifts Pilates pee-mail on the tumbleweeds Messages are left for canine noses For one and all to ascertain That “Jake was here!” Again
[Bridge] Frosty air irritates the nose Clear it with a Farmer’s blow Blasting boogers broken backs Paralyzed on the frozen ground
[Chorus] Daily early morning walks Frozen Dawn chokes the darkness Monsters succumb to morningtide Stand in wonder, beauty surrounds us
[Outro] Slow first mile then quickened pace Dragging the line past hugging trees He still gets in a few last pees Before we’re standing at the door Turning off the clock Starting morning chores
Spunk: “Let’s hear what you got, Paparazzo!” Marble: “I don’t think I can take it!”
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
My life is quickly being reduced to some old dawns, dusks, sunrises, sunsets, cottonwoods, pets, Rio Grande, bosque, Sandias, moon and pets with an occasional stinkbug, bird, bee, flower, and different trees thrown in. Below is a recent song I wrote about things being “The Same.”
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
I remember being outside one morning at the end of January when the temperature was 7º F (-13.8 C) at 7:00 a.m. I was wishing for summer heat. Now that the summer heat is here, I started thinking about that cold morning in January, and the song I wrote about it.
After reading a short piece about Russian soldiers riding motorcycles toward the Ukrainian forces, running over mines, getting shot by drones, and Ukrainian soldiers, I wrote a song and made the above music video about it.
Teagan’s vocals on White Rabbit are flawless. Click on the image to see her video.
Teagan is celebrating her birthday with a tribute to Grace Slick by singing a cover of Jefferson Airplane’s White Rabbit, the iconic song based on Lewis Carrol’s Alice in Wonderland and associated stoies set to a relentless Spanish Paso-doble (Spanish march) rhythm. It is probably one of the best known songs from the psychedelic 60s.
I was nine or ten years old in 1968 or 1969 when I first heard White Rabbit played on a local radio station. Not being an avid Lewis Carroll reader at the time, I had no idea what the lyrics were about other than tripping. I actually thought it had something to do with Arlo Guthrie’s Alice’s Restaurant, which was released in 1967 a few months after White Rabbit, but I had heard Guthrie’s album before I heard “ White Rabbit” played on the radio.
Off Center & Not Even 