I was thinking about how the memory of the present is easily lost in the shuffle. The future is unpredictable other than the inevitable, but the past has a certain clarity. Stories from the past want to be told, but as memories from the present become lost, so does that last time the stories were told, creating a new personal paradigm — the stories will be told over and over and over and over again.
[Verse 1] Eyes no longer see the glory Unable to focus on the future They dwell on the past Distant memories from years gone by
[Chorus] Have I ever told you the story… Yes, dear, you have. A million times… How about the time I… Yes, dear, you have!
[Verse 2] Experiences lived years ago Are as clear as yesterday While yesterday seems a distant past Long forgotten, swallowed by the mist
[Chorus] Have I ever told you the story… Yes, my friend. A million times… How about the time I… Yes, my friend, you have!
[Bridge] Mind goes numb Speech grows dumb Stories once told Now on repeat Played over, and over And over again
[Chorus] Have I ever told you the story… Yes, grandpa. A million times… How about the time I… Yes, grandpa, you have!
[Outro] Will you remember my stories told When I’ve passed on, dead and gone? Stories told a million times Do they get retold or die with the old Buried and lost to the living Told and retold among the dead
I was inspired to write and record “Sunrise Superman” from my early morning walks with Jake.
Dawn
Sunrise
Jake and I had walked over a mile south of where I took the first photo of dawn before the sun began to rise.
Sunrise Superman By Timothy Price
[Verse 1] Sunrise Superman, twilight’s spy Captures color with bedazzled eyes In love, he Kisses Dawn’s pink blue skies Silence broken by cranes’ cracked cries
[Chorus] Sunrise Superman in love with dawn Sunrise Superman twilight’s spawn Sunrise Superman the day is drawn Kryptonite clouds, they fade, they’re gone
[Verse 2] Daybreak’s twighlight starts the day Consumed by dawn along the way Passes colors, pink, red, and gray The light of blue has the final say
[Chorus] Sunrise Superman in love with dawn Sunrise Superman twilight’s spawn Sunrise Superman the day is drawn Kryptonite clouds, they fade, they’re gone
[Bridge] Light breaks the darkness Spawns colors bright Sun peeks from under covers Yawns big and stretches Throwing rays far and wide Into the the deep blue heavens The Dead go back to bed While goodness, forms awakens
[Outro] Sunrise Superman in love with dawn Sunrise Superman twilight’s spawn Sunrise Superman the day is drawn Kryptonite clouds, they fade, they’re gone
On November 25, 2025, Miriam with Out n’ About posted The DMax stops in Charters Towers. I thought their unplanned adventure was an incredible story. When I finished reading the post, a chorus popped inot my head, and I jotted down:
Now we’re driving around in a rented Yaris Looking for a brand new caris At the top of the world in the land down under Life’s twists and turns, one has to wonder
I sent the chorus to Miriam and asked her if she could rewrite the story of the broken DMax and finding its replacement into lyrics. She sent me the lyrics. I added the chorus and arranged the lyrics into an intro, chorus, fives versus, two bridges, a reprise, and an outro. With the help of AI music, I came up with a song that we all liked. Miriam named the song “From Maxy to Billie T.”
Charters Towers and Townsville City
The grand perspective
Miriam and Doug have been driving around Australia with a camp trailer in tow for several years. Miriam writes about their adventures and publishes them in a travel magazine and on her blog. She found some time to make a video for the “From Maxy to Billie T” adventure, sent me the video, and I added the music to her video.
Putting the lyrics and music together, and then adding the music to the video were fun collaborations, and I wanted to share the results with everyone.
Maxy to Billie T By Miriam Blacker
[Intro] We’re tripping Outback Queensland In our DMax and mobile home The car’s driving brilliantly but little did we know That testing times would find us And we’d need a bloody tow.
[Chorus] Now we’re driving around In a rented Yaris Looking for a brand new caris At the top of the world In the land down under Life’s twists and turns, one has to wonder
[Verse 1] We travelled far and wide on remote roads and dirt tracks To Karumba, Burketown, Lawn Hill and more Our adventures never set us back. Until one day it found us We were heading for the north Charters Towers, bound for Townsville The engine coughed and burst.
[Verse 2] Not really a blow up more a splutter and a clank Doug hoped it’d be minor I never thought we’d need a bank.
[Verse 3] Trouble found us but we had help I rang the RACQ A nice guy called Jay He saved the day towed our van back to Charters, and our DMax too. But the Dodgy servo back in Charters I won’t name them though I should They took one look at our Vic plates And tripled the quote, bloody crooks!
[Bridge 1] Your engine’s buggered It’s no good, they said as they trashed the dash bust the ignition barrel. Our car’s as good as dead.
[Verse 4] We’re guttered and caught We’re shocked, holy schmuck What the hell do we do With a van and no truck. There’s no rentals in town. Townsville’s more than 100kms away. We can take the train, there’s gotta be a way. Kindness always finds us A serendipitous chat in a pool leads to a ride to Townsville With a couple oh so cool.
[Reprise] There’s no rentals in town. Townsville’s more than 100kms away. We can take the train, there’s gotta be a way. Kindness always finds us
[Chorus] Now we’re driving around In a rented Yaris Looking for a brand new caris At the top of the world In the land down under Life’s twists and turns, one has to wonder
[Bridge 2] Now we’re in the Mazda sale yard Craig seems a real nice guy But is he a shark in sheep’s clothing who wanted us to buy But our dealing isn’t finished We know now what’s for us We haggle back and forth for days The BT’s quite a bus.
[Verse 5] When we tried to buy the car, to test pay a dollar for the truck The accountant laughed Craig whatcha doing Ya can’t sell a BT for a buck! Here’s a lesson that we learned don’t drive more than three hours make sure you arrive by 3pm Don’t blow up Number 3 Cylinder, especially near Charters Towers.
[Outro] Finally we’re leaving town Billie T’s our smooth new ride We’ve said goodbye to Maxy now we’re heading Southside. Now we’re driving around At the top of the world In a new bus that is perfect for us Billie-T is really nifty To wander in the land down under Given life’s twists and turns one simpy has to wonder
Not that we are getting a few thunderstorms in the evenings, the runoff turns the water flowing in the Rio Grande the color of chocolate milk. Inspired by the milk chocolate water flowing in the Rio Grande, I wrote and recorded a song of the same name and made it into the above music video.
The river was higher at dawn from runoff from thunderstorms north and west of us. By dusk, most of the water had receded.
Dawn (water). Dusk (mud).
The Snowy Egret that follows us around most mornings
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
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.
Off Center & Not Even 