Livin’ La Vida Lockdown

Livin’ La Vida Lockdown

Music: Ricky Martin
Lyrics: Timothy Price

From LA to New York City
Canada to the wall
It’s like bad renditions
Of movies like “The Fall”

So many lamentations
News gives us all a fright
Only sick and grave predictions
We are in an awful plight

You can take your clothes off and stand naked in the rain
But there’s no one to see you, now isn’t that a shame?
Isn’t that a shame? Come on.

Inside can’t go out
Livin’ la vida lockdown
Makes us scream and shout
Livin’ la vida lockdown
We can’t earn our bread
Enough to drive us loca
Lockdowns wear us out
Livin’ la vida lockdown (oh man!)
Livin’ la vida lockdown (how sad!)
Livin’ la vida lockdown

Woke up such a pity what a funky nasty spell
We do your part to save some money
But it’s like a living hell

Restless, climbing walls, all this waiting’s such a pain
Now we’re all alone, and it’s driving us insane
Yeah, we’ll never be the same

Inside can’t go out
Livin’ la vida lockdown
Makes us scream and shout
Livin’ la vida lockdown
We can’t earn our bread
Enough to drive us loca
Lockdowns wear us out
Livin’ la vida lockdown (oh man!)
Livin’ la vida lockdown (how sad!)
Livin’ la vida lockdown

Ride a horse naked like Godiva in the rain
But there’s no one to see you, isn’t that a shame?
Isn’t that a shame? Come on.

Inside can’t go out
Livin’ la vida lockdown
Makes us scream and shout
Livin’ la vida lockdown
We can’t earn our bread
Enough to drive us loca
Lockdowns wear us out
Livin’ la vida lockdown (Yeah!)

Livin’ la vida lockdown

Livin’ la vida lockdown
Livin’ la vida lockdown
Livin’ la vida lockdown

Najar, July 2014 – March 27, 2020

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Najar between the sliver moon and Venus.

 

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I’m thinking about putting an photo of Najar on my Black Tele I build last year.

We buried Najar under a rosebush named Ballerina. A sliver moon and Venus were hanging in the western sky. Najar died peacefully on Friday afternoon while Laurie snuggled, caressed and comforted her. Najar had been battling symptoms of what we suspect was bone cancer since September of Last year. She put up a good fight and did really well up until a few days before she died. Her bone marrow had stopped producing red blood cells, and she slowed down until she could barely move, laid her head down, and died.

Unfortunately, I was at a doctor appointment for my six month checkup. I got home not long after Najar died. She was lying in state, front paws crossed with a slight smile on her face.

We got Najar from the animal shelter on December 27, 2014. She was 6 months old at the time. We got her so Spunk would have a kitten his age to play with. Spunk was mauling poor Rosencrantz and needed a kitty with more energy. Najar and Spunk played and played, making up games like Spunk hiding under the floor mat and Najar attacking him that I included in the video.

Najar first got really sick in 2016. The vet was able to successfully treat her. We thought she had a virus back then; however, the other kitties never accepted Najar back into the kitty clan after that first serious illness. They must of sensed that she had more serious issues that had not fully showed themselves.

Najar was really special. We called her our dragon and little girl. She was super quick and nothing escaped her claws when she pounced. We spoiled her, gave her special attention, and tired to protect her from the other kitties bullying her. She was always a happy, really loving kitty who liked to jump up on our shoulders, and sometimes lick our hair. She loved to curl up on my lap while I worked on the computer, and had a way of sweetly demanding whatever she wanted and getting it.

We really miss Najar. Her death has left a void in our household and huge holes in our hearts.

Najar

Music & Lyrics: Timothy Price
Guitars: Timothy Price
Bass: Timothy Price
Percussion: Timothy Price

Najar

We miss you

Verse 1
We miss your kitty kisses
Your dragon eyes
Your being with us
We miss your sweet soft cries

Verse 2
Your leaps to shoulder snuggles
When you licked our hair
And made us giggle
Before your leaped
your cute butt wiggle

Verse 3
Curled up lap cat
Cuddles reassuring
Insistence, persistence
Pounces in an instance
We still feel you purring

Chorus
Our tears can’t fill
The holes left in our hearts
Like a broken glass, fallen
Scattered in a million parts
Photographs, our memories
Of good times never lost
How you blessed or lives
With your love that never stopped

You will not be forgotten
Our beautiful Chat Noir
You will be forever
Our lovely little girl

Verse 1
We miss your kitty kisses
Your dragon eyes
Your being with us
We miss your sweet soft cries

Chorus
Our tears can’t fill
The holes left in our hearts
Like a broken glass, fallen
Scattered in a million parts
Photographs, our memories
Of good times never lost
How you blessed or lives
With your love that never stopped

You will not be forgotten
Our beautiful Chat Noir
You will be forever
Our lovely little girl

 

Below are links to selected posts with Najar on T&L Photos:

https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2018/4/najar-happens https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2018/9/najar https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2018/9/how-to-photograph-your-dragon https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2015/3/when-kittens-take-up-photography https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2015/3/cats-just-wanna-have-fun https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2015/3/frisky-friday https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2015/2/guarding-grammar https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2015/6/sasha-and-the-box https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2018/3/magnificent-seven https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2018/2/cat-o-blinds-tale https://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2017/12/we-wish-you-a-kitty-christmas

Lola Limp

Lola has degenerative arthritis in her right paw. The bones got separated so the Vet splined Lola’s leg. We hope her bones will fuse back together with her paw stabilized by the splint. Lola feels so much better with the splint and she gets around really well it. I couldn’t resent writing a song for her.

Lola Limp

Music and Lyrics by Timothy Price
Vocals: AWB
Guitars: Timothy Price
Bass: Timothy Price
Percussion: Assembled by Timothy Price

Lola has a nasty limp
The doctor put her in a splint
It’s enough to make you shiver
Now she looks like she’s Long John Silver

Come on Come on
Do the Lola limp with me
Stiffen up one leg
Like a limb on a tree
Limp once forward
Un pasito adelante
Limp side right
Shake it make it kinda funky
Limp once backward
un pasito a la trás
Limp side left
Lola limp is like a box

Flying Felines

While people are wringing their hands, gnashing their teeth, and hoarding toilet paper over all the happenings in the world right now, our kitties headed for the sky and did some feline flying to stay above it all. Kitties know how to have fun in times of trouble.

Flying Felines

Music and Lyrics by Timothy Price
Guitars: Timothy Price
Bass: Timothy Price
Percussion arranged by Timothy Price

Felines flying one by one
Felines in the sky today
Here they come having fun

Felines flying

Felines walking on the air
Flying up, down and all around
They found a way to fly away

Felines flying in the air
Going high in the sky
Going nowhere

They’re going nowhere fast

Felines flying in the air
Through the sky they walk on air

Felines flying in the sky
Felines in the air so fine
They know where they are going
Up with the birds in the air

Felines flying in the sky walking on air
In the air they are so fine walking on the line

Silver and the Serengeti Strat

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Silver, Zebra, Bunny, Sheep, and the Serengeti Strat.

I assembled a new Serengeti Strat (Ron Blood named the guitar). You might notice that there are no frets on the neck of my new creation. It’s like a guitarist’s version of “free the frau, burn the bra!” by going fretless with “free the neck, burn the frets!”

Since I don’t have time to make a video with the Sereneti Strat, you can hear what it sounds like in the song below I’m calling Fretless Pow Wow. It’s noisy and dissonant, and gives you a really good idea of how the Serengeti Strat sounds.

 

Fretless Pow Wow

Music and Lyrics by Timothy Price
Guitar and Bass: Timothy Price
Drums assembled and arranged by Timothy Price

“How their corruption divides us
As they use their words to hurt us
While their narrow minds disturb us
Because their intolerance aggrieves us
They use their love and peace to kill us!”

La Llorona

I haven’t posted a parody in quite a long time. I’m sure there are many people who think it would be just fine if I never posted another parody. But life presses on, and I love making parodies, so another one has come to fruition. Besides, I could not let this opportunity for a parody pass me by.

It all started on New Years Day when Wade came over for black eyed peas. We prepare and eat black eyed peas every New Years Day for good luck (Laurie does most of the cooking). Wade and I went for a walk to Beaver point. Wade had never been to the river in Corrales, and he noticed the jetties along the riverbank. He commented that the river bank looked like Normandy with the large, jacks-shaped iron jetties along the edge of the river.

While I was explaining how the jetties were installed by the Conservancy for flood control, I pointed out a knot in one of the large cables that used to run through a line of jetties. I explained that La Llorona was the only one around here who had enough strength to tie a knot in a 1 1/4 steel cable. Wade asked “Who? I’ve never hear of La Llorona. Is she like ‘My Sharona?'” I sad no, but realized at that moment that La Llorona was a perfect parody for “My Sharona”. You may know the song by The Knack? I was surprised I hadn’t put La Llorona and “My Sharona” together before now. It’s such and obvious fit. I wrote the lyrics and recorded the parody to The Knack’s music the next day. But it took a lot of thinking before I came up with an idea for a video.

It might have been right around Epiphany that I had an epiphany to employ Lego® figurines for La Llorona and her children. I knew we still had a lot of Legos out in the infinite shed of doom, so I plunged in and found some Lego figurines that were more that happy to play the parts. I also used photos of Muertas from Albuquerque’s annual Dia de los Muertos Marigold Parade in the video.

La Llorona

Lyrics: Timothy Price
Music: The Knack
Vocals AWB

Ooo, she lost her little ones, her little ones
When she drowned them in the ditch, la Llorona!
Ooo, then she tried to run, tried to run
Turned around and killed herself, la Llorona.

Never stops looking, gave them up, crying all the time
She can’t give them up, her wet embrace will break your spine
Cry, cry, cry, cry-cry, woo!

L-l-l-la Llorona

Come a little closer, she drown you in the ditch
Close enough to scratch your eyes, la Llorona
She is a mystery, always crying, look and see
Running down the ditch she shrieks on high, Llorona

Never stops looking, gave them up, crying all the time
She can’t give them up, her wet embrace will break your spine
Cry, cry, cry, cry-cry, woo!

L-l-l-la Llorona
L-l-l-la Llorona (Yeah!)

When’s she going to give it up, give it up
She’s just crying all the time, la Llorona
Is it just infanticide, infanticide
Or is it murder in your mind, Llorona?

Never stops looking, gave them up, crying all the time
She can’t give them up, her wet embrace will break your spine
Cry, cry, cry, cry-cry, woo!
C-c-c-c-c-c-c-cry, cry, cry, cry-cry, woo!

L-l-l-la Llorona
L-l-l-la Llorona
L-l-l-la Llorona
L-l-l-la Llorona

Aaaaah-oooh, la Llorona
Aaaaah-oooh, la Llorona
Aaaaah-oooh, la Llorona

 

Here’s some “My Sharona” trivia: “My Sharona”  was recorded in a single take in the studio and released on the album “Get The Knack” in June 1979. It sold over a half a million copies in record time for the 70s, and became the fastest Capital Record debut to reach gold since the Beatles’ “I Want to Hold Your Hand” in 1964.

The Twelfth Day of Bosque Christmas

Tomorrow is Epiphany, the 12th day of Christmas. I wrote a version of the Twelve Days of Christmas using the bosque animals that starts with the 12th day of bosque Christmas. Special guest Suzette Presti was gracious enough to do the vocals. Enjoy.

The Twelfth Day of Bosque Christmas
Lyrics by Timothy Price
Vocals: Suzette Presti
Arrangement: Timothy Price
Guitar, bass, percussion: Timothy Price

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Twelve coyotes crooning
Eleven flickers flitting
Ten finches feeding
Nine seagulls sailing
Eight badgers burrowing
Seven cats a purring
Six crows a cawing
Five beaver slaps
Four geese honking
Three cranes in flight
Two owls to hoot and
A pterodactyl in the Tangle-Heart Tree.