Winter’s Moon

Winter’s Moon: Lirycs by Timothy Price. Music and Vocals by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene.

The song for this year’s Winter Wolf Moon is very special because Teagan came up with the melody and music using my lyrics. In the past, I wrote the lyrics and music for the songs that Teagan sang for me. Teagan had to learn the melody before she would record her vocals for me to mix into the song. 

I wrote the lyrics for Winter’s Moon in early November 2024 and sent them to Teagan to review. She was inspired and came up with the melody and played the piano as she sang. I added acoustic guitar to the song, and we used NightCafe to produce images based on the lyrics and music.

Then I made two more versions of the song by adding electric guitar, bass, and percussion for a Metal version of the song, and then I made a version with only acoustic and bass guitar. I will post those videos later.

This has been a really great collaboration, and I am so impressed by the melody and music that Teagan produced for the song. I am also grateful that Teagan is willing to work with me on music.

Happy Winter Wolf Moon!

You can see Teagan’s companion post at https://teagansbooks.com/2025/01/13/music-collaboration-tim-price-the-rise-of-mnemosyne-part-1/

Tired of Wired

Cranes flew over our Cuckoo’s Nest at dawn

Sunset through the finer wire on the Sally Port

Cats don’t close the door
Gotta keep the birds inside
Had to add fine wire

Smoking hutch

Daddy Longlegs

Cows in the dusty dusk

Sliver Moon with jet and contrail

Steaming hot mushrooms

Spunk worn out after boxing books

Black Lace Trees at sunset

In Coming

Crescent Moon and Venus were in the Tangle Heart Tree tonight.

The above video is of cranes landing on the opposite side of the Rio Grande and then wading into the river at the end of the video. Turn up the volume so you can hear the cranes.

Gwendolyn and Silver

Crescent Moon and Venus in Black Lace Trees.

Alignment of Saturn in the top left (barely visible), Crescent Moon, and Venus in the lower right.

Dèjá Poo

Dusk

Loki: “Well, guys! It’s looking like dèjá pathetic paparazzo poo all over again!” Marble: “Yeah! Another SNAFU by that sorry sack of socially challenged, senile sheep sheddings!” Silver: “I can’t bear to look!”

Marble: “Dibs! I got it first this time, Loki. Back off!”

Loki: “Dang! I’m getting as slow as that suffering sack of senile soap suds snaping the shutter!”

Spunk

Ghost lace trees