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Mark 5

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Lyrics by Timothy Price adapted from Mark 5. Music by Timothy Price

After posting Legion last week, I decided to make a song out of Mark 5:1-18, which is the story of a man possessed by many demons who confronts Jesus. Jesus asks the man his name, and he answers, “My name is Legion, for we are many!” Legion asked Jesus not to send them out of the area or “into the abyss.” (Luke 8:31). Jesus allowed the demons to go to a herd of pigs. The herd runs into the lake and drowns. The people ask Jesus to leave. The man wants to go with Jesus, but Jesus does not let him.

1) Threatening Rain. 2) Rain. 3) Clear.

    We got .31 inches of rain today. No Fooling!

    Mark 5
    Lyrics by Timothy Price adapted from Mark 5:1-18
    Music by Timothy Price

    [Chorus]
    My name is Legion
    For we are many
    My name is Legion
    For we are many
    My name is Legion
    For we are many
    Please don’t send us into the Abyss

    [Verse 1]
    He was crazed, he was naked, and he lived among the dead
    No chains could bind him, and he broke them like they were his bread
    When he saw Jesus, he down fell to his knees
    “Oh, Son of the Most High God! Please don’t torture me!”

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2]
    On a hillside nearby where pigs were in ecesis
    “Send us into the pigs!” The demons asked and begged of Jesus
    He gave them permission, and the man he was unbound
    Two thousand pigs rushed to the lake, where they were drowned.

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    When the people came to Jesus, they did not expect to find
    The man sitting there, fully dressed and in his right mind
    What happened to the man and pigs gave them much to fear
    They plead with Jesus, “Man! Please, go and get out of here!”

    [Chorus]

    [Bridge]
    Jesus stepped in the boat, the man begged to go with him
    Jesus did not let him, “Go home and tell how much the Lord has done for you”
    So the man went away and told in the Decapolis how much Jesus had done for him.
    All the people were amazed.

    [Outro]
    Guitar solo

    Dirtbag

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    Moon at dawn

    Sasha heard our nephew is a “Dirtbag,” and she thought that sounded great and got all dirty in solidarity. Our nephew drives around the country Bouldering, a type of rock climbing.

    Sasha refilling to bring more leaves and dirt into the house.

    Sasha can be clean and cute.

    Partly cloudy, on the warm side of cool (73ºF, 22.8ºC), and windy this afternoon.

    Cheez Almost Gone

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    “Ah! Hmm! Papa Ratzo! Are you like dense or something? Can’t YOU see the CHEEZ is COVERED?”

    Loki: “It looks like a wee bit of Cheez. It stinks like an Old wee bit of Cheez. It’s dry like an Old wee bit of Cheez…”

    Loki: “I think the stupid, clueless Papa Ratzo duped us with a piddling amount of cheez! I’m outta here!”

    Silver: “Wait! Loki! You’re leaving me to deal with the stupid, clueless Papa Ratzo and a piddling amount of dry, stinky Cheez?”

    Cats: “Are you ILL il Papa Ratzo? Did you not learn anything from the CHEEZ incident earlier?”

    Paparazzo: “I just topped off the jug and blessed it! What else do you want me to do?”

    Cats: “You need to ask? You are more clueless than we thought!”

    Where’s Nora?

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    Almost Worm Moon setting at dawn. The full moon is tonight, but it’s blocked by clouds at the moment.

    Can you find Nora Owl?

    Is that a stupid paparazzo standing on the ditch bank pointing a bazooka at us?

    Psst! Don’t look now, but there’s a stupid paparazzo shooting us with a bazooka!

    Kiss me, you fool!

    Umph! Mo motos mit ma moth mull!

    We had intermittent storms with icy winds this afternoon. The wind was biting when I walked down to check on Nora.

    Sunset

    Where’s The Cheez?

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    Wind blew the color away at dawn

    What’s a matter you, Paparazzo? Where’s the stinking cheeeezzzz, already?

    Silver: “So, Loki? Do you think the stupid Paparazzo put the cheez in this thing?” Loki: “I don’t see no stinking Cheez dish or smell no stinking Cheez! But I suppose there could be Cheez in that there thingamagig. But I’m tellin’ you Sliver, Cheez or no Cheez, I smell a stinking rat of a Paparazzo!”

    Silver: “So that is what I was smelling? Un RATTO puzzolente di paparazzo!! He’s probably hiding the Cheez for himself”

    Mable: “Hey, puzzolente ratto di paparazzo! How do I open this thing and get to the Cheez?”

    Sasha: “Who cares about stinky old Cheez when you can be on the cutting edge?”

    A colorful sunset defied the wind.

    An Old Man’s Blues

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    Lyrics by Timothy Price. Music by Elton John. The lyrics are at the bottom of the post.

    An Old Man’s Blues is my rewrite of Elton John’s Screw You (Young Man’s Blues), which was on the flip side of the Goodbye Yellow Brick Road single (45rpm) released in 1973. I bought the Goodbye Yellow Brick Road single in 1974 before I could afford to buy the album. I ended up playing the B-side more than the A-side because I identified with Screw You (Young Man’s Blues) when I was a sophomore in high school. I was a misfit weirdo, and I was teased a lot. One of the many reasons I dropped out of high school when I was 16.

    I was working on a cover of Screw You (Young Man’s Blues) when I decided I needed to update the lyrics from 1970s England to 2024 New Mexico. Plus, the way I rewrote the bridge addresses some of the recent strange encounters in the blogosphere.

    One of the images I did for the song art for An Old Man’s Blues.

    More bloomin’ blooms

    An Old Man’s Blues
    Lyrics by Timothy Price
    Music by Elton John

    Now that I’m old, I don’t have much fun
    I can’t see or hear or talk to anyone
    My back’s a pain. There is so much strife
    I’m gotta clean the kitty litter, oh what a life

    I say screw you
    I ain’t got nothing to choose
    I live on my laptop
    Cause there’s nothing else I can do

    Screw you, I ain’t got nothin’ to choose
    I’m livin’ on my laptop cause there’s nothin’ else I can do

    I was workin’ downtown when I got in a fight
    I was beaten in an alley out in broad daylight
    The cops could care less; they were downright scary
    Sayin’ “Make my day!” Just like Dirty Harry

    They said, “Screw you!”
    Oh, you stupid old fool
    You work downtown
    You get beaten by a Tool

    Screw you! Oh, you stupid old fool
    You work downtown
    You get beaten by a Tool

    See, there’s femmes who get laid for being slaves
    Femmes who get paid for being laid
    There’s femmes behind screen names who prey with delight
    Those femmes they are liars; they are as dark as the night
    They lie, scratch, and whine, trying to make a dime
    And all of them say, “Get out my way! Screw you!”

    I’ve stared at a screen from seven ’til nine
    The wear on my eyes nearly drove me blind
    Tryin’ to make riches with nothing to share
    Gettin’ hell from my staff, but I didn’t care

    They said, “Screw you!”
    That’s all we’re gonna do
    We’re not existing for someone like you

    Screw you! This is all we’re gonna do
    We’re not existing for someone like you

    Screw you! Screw you!
    (Screw you, screw you, screw you, screw you, screw you, screw you, screw you, screw you)