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Crazy Contrails
Contrails On Parade
Like A Skinny Crow
Like a Skinny Crow
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Are they really so enlightened?
When they spread their darkness all around
Crushing creatives under foot
Oblivious to the pain they cause
They gather, and they celebrate
Making fun of deplorables who they hate
We are like a skinny crow
Scavenging in a parking lot
Wandering in a wilderness
of cement, rocks, and hot asphalt
Tearing at the morsels
Secured in those crumpled bags
Dodging tires than the drivers
No one seems to give a damn
I put on my spectacles
Only to see the spectacle
Of those who we trusted with our votes
Up to no good, selling us short
Got up the courage to ask them why
They said, “You fool, ungrateful guy
Everything we do is for your own good
We know what’s best, please go away
You must be grateful and do what we say”
We are like a skinny crow
Scavenging in a parking lot
Wandering in a wilderness
of cement, rocks, and hot asphalt
Tearing at the morsels
Secured in those crumpled bags
Dodging tires than the drivers
No one seems to give a damn
Snow Moon = Crow Moon
Crows & Sparrows
Cold Color
Jaywalking
The lyrics for my latest song came to me while I was jaywalking across Jefferson Blvd. by the office. The style of the song came to me while I was changing the light fixtures from fluorescent to LED in the men’s restroom at the office. When I removed one of the fluorescent bulbs from one of the fixtures, the end of the bulb burst into flames. It was really bizarre. Both sockets the bulb’s pins were in melted in the few seconds it took me to twist the bulb out of the sockets while it burst into flames. The flames went out before I could get my phone out of my pocket and do a photo or video. I was standing on a ladder with a burning bulb in my hand, so I wasn’t in a good position to get to my phone. Mark came into the restroom a few seconds later to tell me he had come in to get stuff together to go out to the field tomorrow. I showed him the melted sockets and burned bulb, we talked about his fieldwork, and I forgot to photograph the melted sockets and burned bulb. Anyway, the burning bulb reminded me of Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire”, which gave me the idea to very loosely write the song in a similar style.
The Jazz Age
Jaywalking
By Timothy Price
Jaywalking
Code talking
Walking round in women’s stockings
Jabberwocky
So shocking
Minor keys we’re really rocking
Shaking booties
Tutti fruity
long-legged exotic beauties
Masked cuties
Black hoodies
We’re all getting COVID cooties
We’re all on our way to nowhere
We once thought we’d go somewhere
We’re on our way to nowhere
But now we’re neither here nor there
We’re all on our way to nowhere
Downtrodden, fallen from grace
We’re on our way to nowhere
Still stuck in the same old place
Pipe dreams
Lost steam
Hogtied, so it seems
Inbred
In the red
Can’t seem to get ahead
Lost time
sublime
No, you’re not on my dime
Not fine
Green slime
Flat tire? It doesn’t rhyme
We’re all on our way to nowhere
We once thought we’d go somewhere
We’re on our way to nowhere
But now we’re neither here nor there
We’re all on our way to nowhere
Downtrodden, fallen from grace
We’re on our way to nowhere
Still stuck in the same old place
YouTubing
KY lubing
Don’t you know we’re really grooving
Zoom bombing
Face palming
We’re out of sync. Why you calling?
Youth aging
Folks gaging
While the culture wars are waging
Been raped
No probate
It seems like there’s no escape
We’re all on our way to nowhere
We once thought we’d go somewhere
We’re on our way to nowhere
But now we’re neither here nor there
We’re all on our way to nowhere
Downtrodden, fallen from grace
We’re on our way to nowhere
Still stuck in the same old place
Birds @ Sunset
Same Old Stuff
I took the same old walk. Got the same old photos. The same old stuff.