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.
Since we’ve adopted Jake, I spend a lot of time carrying little green bags of dog poop around with me when we are out on walks. The old song “Little Green Bag” by the Dutch band George Baker Selection came to mind one day, so I wrote parody lyrics about those little green bags of dog poop. I recorded the parody, and Jake and I made the above music video.
Silver: “It’s your own fault for adopting a dog. Pathetic poopy paparazzo!”
Gwendolyn: “Whoa! You really pick up that crap? At least with us kitties, you use a slotted scoop to clean the kitty litter.”
Spunk: “Well, pathetic poopy paparazzo. Your doggedness has done you in!”
While I’m off work for the holidays, Jake misses his ride to and from the office every day. He goes outside and sits by my car, waiting to go to work. When we don’t go to the office, he acts disappointed, so I’ve started taking Jake for a ride in the car every day while I’m on vacation. Today we came across a cluck of cranes.
WARNING! You may find the above video’s music and content disturbing.
Wañusqakunamanta* By Timothy Price
Sacrificed To the gods Drown in the madness of his name
Smell of the dead And their sins Of the dead and their sins Of the dead and their sins
Take me, take me on a boat to see Arkos I can’t feel the sea on Arkos
Embrace the truth And shake us free Make us free to rise in the end
Meet a person Of great heart In custody to persevere
But the devil’s in the way Yes, the devil’s in the way Why’s the devil’s in the way
He digs down to the core To the flesh And To the bones
V for Venus
Cranes couldn’t care less
Osric Owl doesn’t give a hoot
Sandias @ the Beach
*Wañusqakunamanta is “Of the Dead” in Quechua. I have been working on the song for a long time. Originally named Weird DST, I wrote the song intending to use it for my 2024 Daylight Savings Time protest song. The idea behind the asynchronization between the metered drums and bass and the unmetered guitar was to simultaneously feel in and out of time. I tried to make the lyrics as strange as the music. I didn’t post it on DST this year because I didn’t finish it in time for the time change. Given the state of the election, I took another look at the song and decided I might as well use it to make a statement about the 2024 election.
Silence From The Frogs (Featuring Teagan Riordain Geneviene on Vocals)
Teagan was gracious enough to lend her beautiful voice to another of my original songs, Silence From The Frogs. I first published Silence Of The Frogs as a poem in 2017 while blogging on T & L Photos. I made the poem into a song in the summer of 2022. I first published the song with my vocals in February 2023. Teagan’s voice is a vast improvement over mine.
The tree trimmers cut the branch that fell on the powerline off the powerline but left it in the bamboo, still pulling down on the phone line. I have to duck under the phone line when I go out and in the gate. The tree trimmers worked late into the night, trimming the trees back from the powerlines and cutting the fallen branch off of it.
Lyrics by Paul Shanklin. Music by Ray Burton. Vocals by Timothy Price.
I Am A Man is one of my favorite parodies. It’s such a perfect description of a man put to the music of I Am Women by Helen Reddy. Paul Shanklin is one of my inspirations for parodies along with Weird Al Yankovic. Lyrics are at the bottom of the post.
The toad that came in from the rain.
We have jugs, fountains, and bowls of water for the cats. Now, we have to leave a cup of water out for the jumping spiders.
I Am A Man Lyrics by Paul Shanklin Music by Ray Burton
Pull my finger, hear me roar Like ten thousand times before And you know that when I listen, I pretend ‘Cause I’ve heard it all before Pick your socks up off the floor But you know that I’ll just throw them down again
Oh, yes, I’m right, but it’s wisdom born with pain Yes, I paid the price; just look how much I’ve gained If I have to, I can eat anything I am wrong (wrong) I am insensitive (insensitive) I’m a man
You can try, but never break me ‘Cause my mama never made me Do nothin’ ’round the house but lick the bowl I’ve got bigger things to ponder I’m not the one who’s supposed to launder Where are more batteries for my remote?
Whoa, yes, I’m right But it’s wisdom born with pain Yes, I’ll pay the price But I get to watch the game If I have to I can fix anything I am wrong (wrong) I am insensitive ((insensitive) I’m a man
Don’t you forget it, baby
I am man; watch me mow See me swing just like a pro And I still like Lucky Charms with eggs and ham But she’s still a little slow With a long, long way to go How can I make your mama understand?
Oh, yes, I’m right Or else I know who to blame Yes, I’ve paid the price But look how much I’ve gained If I have to I can sleep anywhere I am wrong (wrong) Sure, I’m insensitive (Neanderthal) I’m a man
I’m a man
That’s right Don’t you forget it I’m gonna have fun tonight I’m headed down to the bowling alley with Tony And we’re not gonna come back ’til 3 a.m. You have a trailer all to yourself Come on, Bubba, let’s go What do you mean your wife wants you to stay home? Are you some kind of wimp? Or what?
Night To Day. Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price. Vocals by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.
I played an unplugged version of Night To Day on my freshly restored Elvis Presley Harmony guitar in my farewell to 2023 video on New Year’s Eve. I later recorded the metal version and asked Teagan if she wanted to sing it. She wasn’t sure about singing metal, but Teagan is a good sport, and she is adventurous when it comes to art and music, so she dove into the metallic pool and nailed it. Her ethereal voice is perfect for the ghostly theme of Night To Day.
If you have trouble viewing the video, you can listen to the song on SoundCloud.
Night to Day
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price Vocals by Teagan Riordain Geneviene
[Verse 1] I saw Sun crash to the ground It threw colors far and wide With yellows into reds consumed Swallowed up by ravenous blues
[Pre-chorus] Dusk sang dirges to the dark Clouds ignited a fiery show
[Chorus] See the darkness Nighttime’s falling Time to slumber, But ghosts are calling Feel the darkness Your skin starts crawling Who can sleep when ghosts come calling
[Verse 2] As embers meander through the night Shadows creep under bright moonlight Dawn wakes colors that light the sky Painting darkness red, yellow, blue
[Pre-chorus] Defeating darkness that’s Eos’ way She breathes life into one more day
[Chorus] See the light Ghosts dissolving Time to rise A new day’s calling Feel the light Your skin stops crawling When you’re up to see ghosts dissolving
[Bridge] Night to day. Day to night Flesh and spirits, in a moment, fight For the right to live or die Trading places, one sacrificed
[Outro] See the darkness Nighttime’s falling Time to slumber Ghosts come calling See the light A new day’s calling Time to rise, see ghosts dissolving
Rio Samba
Altissimo
Guard hummingbird en garde
Spotted Towhee in the tree. House Finch lands in the same tree. Spotted Towhee chases House Finch away.
Spotted Towhee was all proud of himself.
Nora Owl flew over where I could get better shots of her this afternoon.
Walter and Willa were in the top of the cottonwood huddled up together and dozing on and off.
Osric Owl was trying to sleep with the wind blowing his ear tufts.
We have had persistent high winds since Thursday night. Several thunderstorms blew through this afternoon dropping a quarter inch of rain, and pelting us with marble sized hail.
Captain Jack. Lyrics and Music by Billy Joel.Vocals by Timothy Price
Captain Jack from Billy Joel’s 1973 album, Piano Man, is my latest cover. I first heard this song around 1974 after I purchased Piano Man. I fell in love with it. It’s not at all biographical; however, I had friends who got messed up with drugs in the 70s. A few died of overdoses, and a few committed suicide. Seeing how drugs destroyed people’s lives, I never had a reason to experiment with them.
Off Center & Not Even 