Less than a week after the multi-agency effort to release 650 million gallons of water into the Rio Grande as a “scientific experiment… to learn how the water flows through the river…”, all 650 million gallons of water have since flowed past Corrales, and the river is back to where it was last Monday before the water was released last Tuesday. I hope the bureaucrats learned how water flows through the river.
It seemed like a good time to post The Drought, that I wrote, recorded, and made a video asking the question, “Where did all the water go?” The song is raw and rough, in the style of what I call “Dry Metal.” The lyrics are at the end of the post.
Spunk: “I can’t believe all the water’s gone!”
Back to the start of the day.
Cracked clay on one side Green slime on the other side Dichotomousness?
Daily Doppel
Sunrise
The Drought By Timothy Price
[Chorus] Where did all the water go? Where did all the water go? Where did all the water go?
[Verse] Scorched earth, cracked white clay Fried in dryness, woe Drought sucks life’s blood away Where did all the water go?
[Chorus] Where did all the water go? Where did all the water go? Where did all the water go?
[Verse] Thirsty plants bow their heads Pray for rain, the watershed Parched seeds cry die of thirst How have we earned this curse?
[Bridge] Sun shines happiness We frolic in deceptive rays Encourages us to foolish ways Water’s precious, so we say But we waste it anyway In denial as it dwindles Less and less from day to day to day
[Chorus] Where did all the water go? Where did all the water go? Where did all the water go?
[Outro] Where once water flowed clear and cold Green slime clings to mud The water’s foul, so the waterfowl Fly off in search of some Where did all the water go? Where did all the water go? Where did all the water go?
While walking in a dark forest in southern Germany on March 15th, I was caught in a sudden cold and violent storm a mile from home. As I trudged through the trees, my boots sinking into the soggy soil, I heard the faint cries of spirits and the mournful lamentations of ghosts swirling through the trees. The cold wind carried their complaints about a dark and violent past through the forest, still echoing sadness about the state of the world. As I scraped mud from my boots and wrung out the rain from my soaked hair, I bid farewell to the ghosts of the forest’s dark past, leaving them outdoors to their eternal lament.
The lyrics are a mixture of English and archaic Goth (somewhat reminiscent of Latin), which seemed appropriate after getting caught in a violent storm in a dark, ancient forest in southern Germany. The chorus is archaic Goth, and the bridge and outro are the translation of the chorus. The pre-outro, or second bridge, is the translation of the Goth used in the third verse.
Pre-dawn
Sunrise
Sunset
Thoughts Turned Cold Timothy Price
[Verse 1] Thoughts turned cold, face stung by frozen rain Plagent wind lamented years of weltschmerz Checked the date, indeed, the Ides of March march on
[Verse 2] Archaic thoughts fall into foggy bottoms Like dark matter filling ancient voids Persistent question placed on repeat Oh my god, what have they done? What have they done?
[Pre-Chorus] As steps sank into soggy soil, sad spirits sang
[Chorus – Archaic Goth] Weltschmerz ululant repline mit plangor keen Susurrate atrabilious lacrimonias pang Misosophy atramentous luctiferous ainamma jah allaim
[Bridge -Translation of the chorus] A melancholic sadness about the state of the world Let out a loud cry to feel a sorrowful discontent With a loud lemanting wail for the dead Whispers meloncholic full of tears reget Hatred of wisdom black as ink bringing sorrow to one and all
[Verse 3] Scraped spirits off my boots, ploration in querimonious woe Wrung Nixie from my hair, Kelpie slid to Undine slabs dispersing under foot Shut the door leaving gasts outdoors, tenebrific exanclate
[Pre-Chorus] Steps sank into soggy soil, sad spirits sang
[Chorus] Weltschmerz ululant repline mit plangor keen Susurrate atrabilious lacrimosa pang Misosophy atramentous luctiferous ainamma jah allaim
[Pre-Outro – Translation of verse 3] Loud weeping with complaints of great sorrow Water spirits shape-shift to elemental ghosts Making darkness, struggling through suffering
[Outro] A melancholic sadness about the state of the world Let out a loud cry to feel sorrowful discontent With a loud lemanting wail for the dead Whispers meloncholic full of tears reget Hatred of wisdom black as ink bringing sorrow to one and all
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.”
Off Center & Not Even 