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.
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…
[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
Please take a moment to checkout the same Moments featering Teagan Geneviene on vocals that I posted last Mondy, but with a different video animated with a Shadow Dancer derived from Michele at My Inspired Life. Michele is into dancing, and working on a few different styles of dance, so when I was creating dancers to animate for the video, I made one with Michele in mind. While the AI created the dancer as a silhouette, the silhouette could be Michele. I described the choreography for the animation and it came out reasonably close to what I wanted.
Jake: “Whoa! Michele is a great dancer. How do I get attention for her?”
Winter’s MoonMetal: Lirycs by Timothy Price. Music and Vocals by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene.
This is the Metal version of the song I made with electric guitar, bass, and percussion instead of piano and acoustic guitar. The vocals and melody are the same as the version of Winter’s Moon I posted yesterday with piano and acoustic guitar. The Metal backing track really affects the mood and feeling of the song.
Off Center & Not Even 