The Wolf Tree & The Winter Moon

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

†No AI was used in the making of the video

Morning Walk

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!”

We love it! Stupid cats.

Belafonte: “Is it safe to come out and dance?”

Old & Gray

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

The Same

Dawn

Jake

Sunset

Dusk

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.”

Pilot Light

Dawn

On my way to light a pilot, I saw a pilot light a balloon.

Spunk: “Hey Paparazzo! Hold your stupid camera level! I’m feeling The Moody Blues trying to hold on to this post!”

Paparazzo: “Oh! Are you feeling like ‘Ride My See-Saw’?”

Prickly Pear

Sunset

Saved From Hell Fire

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

7º @ 7:00

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.

Go Ask Teagan

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.

White Basket

Viking Bags Where Adventure Meets Style

Song and animation by Timothy Price

As many of you know, I love motorcycles, and pretty much everything related to motorcycles. I haven’t ridden much over the past 40 years, as I had switched to racing bicycles to get my thrills on two wheels. However, I rode motorcycles for 13 years in my youth, and I was a terror on two wheels, outrunning our local crooked crop by taking out across the desert, leaving him in my dust, trying to jump like Evel Knievel, and riding motocross like a madman. I still have the scars, and so many great memories from riding motorcycles in my formative years. So when a representative from Viking Bags asked if I could do a feature post about them, I was more than happy to.

Viking Bags is the go-to place for motorcycle luggage and aftermarket parts. They’re based in California and make the best and most variety of luggage bags for specific motorcycle makes and models in the USA. They have top-notch motorcycle luggage items, including saddlebags, tank bags, and backpacks. They also have top-quality ADV touring hard side cases, top cases, and soft panniers for adventure touring motorcycles.

In the motorcycle aftermarket parts segment, Viking Bags makes touring-oriented parts that help riders turn their bikes into better touring motorcycles. Viking Bags is known for the best sissy bars, crash bars, and luggage racks, bar none. Viking Bags makes motorcycles more valuable, practical, and versatile by adding the best-suited parts to enhance their functionality. If you’re a motorcycle touring lover, Viking Bags is the place for you.

Explore Viking Bags website with the Adventure Wheel Game I wrote for this post. Click on the image below to go to the game’s website, and click on the Spin button. When the adventure wheel stops spinning, see where you landed on the link that appears below the Spin button. Click on the link and explore the bags you landed on. Go back and spin the adventure wheel again, and again, and again…

Viking Bags Social Media Links:

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Youtube

TikTok

Viking Bags
By Timothy Price

[Verse]
Hit the road in style for adventure
Bag yourself some fun with room to spare
On the open road through rain or shine
Protected in style when you are on the go

[Chorus]
Live to ride, ride to live in style
Live to ride for a long long while
Ride to live, live to ride the miles
With Viking Bags
Where adventure meets with style

[Bridge]
Answer the call of the West
Like heavy metal’s thunderous appeal
Be the envy of the motorcycle scene
With a functional, adventurous appeal

[Chorus]
Live to ride, ride to live in style
Live to ride for a long long while
Ride to live, live to ride the miles
With Viking Bags
Where adventure meets with style

[Outro]
A hardshell case or leather
Adventure meets style with Viking Bags
You know you can’t do much better
Than Viking Bags when you go
To where adventure meets style