A Blue Psalm was first published by Gabriela Marie Milton in 2021. I wrote the poem in response to bloggers who wrote about the horrific abuse they experienced growing up and how difficult it is for them to deal with it as adults. I recently reworked the original song with new vocal tracts. I used some butterfly photos (mine) and videos I borrowed from the Internet as metaphors for people who have been abused.
A Blue Psalm Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Oh, Lord? Oh Lord? Why have you hated me? How in my innocence Have I sinned? To be damned from birth Neglected and abused While you looked on Like I was nothing more Than the Devil’s spawn I am broken, so broken A pile of bones laid at your feet Show mercy, oh Lord Mold me, reshape me, make me whole I want to feel loved, normal, happy, whole
It’s been a while since I recorded a new parody. Laurie suggested I write a parody of Elton John’s Benny And The Jets and call it Timmy And The Cats. So I did. And here it is.
Timmy and the Cats Music by Eton John Parody Lyrics by Timothy Price
Hey Cats, Beaker shakes loose feathers You’re scratching on something That was known as my black leathers You’ll kill a big fat mouse tonight, leaving it around I’m gonna hear kitties purring, hissing, solid scratching sound
So, Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh oooh T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Hey Cats, even though you are wage-less You’re all so whiney, but Timmy makes it painless You’ll all survive, Timmy will make you something out of wood Where you fight with our parrots out on the sheets To find who’s bad and who’s good
So Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh oooh T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Say, Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh whoa T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
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Like a Skinny Crow Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Are they really so enlightened? When they spread their darkness all around Crushing creatives under foot Oblivious to the pain they cause They gather, and they celebrate Making fun of deplorables who they hate
We are like a skinny crow Scavenging in a parking lot Wandering in a wilderness of cement, rocks, and hot asphalt Tearing at the morsels Secured in those crumpled bags Dodging tires than the drivers No one seems to give a damn
I put on my spectacles Only to see the spectacle Of those who we trusted with our votes Up to no good, selling us short Got up the courage to ask them why They said, “You fool, ungrateful guy Everything we do is for your own good We know what’s best, please go away You must be grateful and do what we say”
We are like a skinny crow Scavenging in a parking lot Wandering in a wilderness of cement, rocks, and hot asphalt Tearing at the morsels Secured in those crumpled bags Dodging tires than the drivers No one seems to give a damn
Sealed in a Kiss is a sappy song about love and lust in Paris, France. It starts out in the key of G Major with some dissonance representing sad memories. I change to the key of D Major for the guitar solo, then I move to the key of C Major for the bridge. I change back to the key of G Major for the last chorus and outro.
Sealed In A Kiss By Timothy Price
[Verse] Hanging filmstrips up to dry The last memories I have of you Sealed in silver and empty spaces Your ghost drips under amber light
[Chorus] Reminiscing about times gone by How we were lost in our lust And how we found our love Sealed in a kiss
[Verse] I think back when we locked lips Entangled over the river Seine Our tongues played yours and mine That was all the French we knew
[Guitar Solo]
[Bridge] Boy and girl caught in the cold rain How the steam did rise We came up for air from time to time Mouth-to-mouth brought us back to life
[Chorus] Reminiscing about times gone by How we were lost in our lust And how we found our love Sealed in a kiss
This music video uses my light-hearted metal song of the same name. Hmm! A light-hearted metal song might just be an oxymoron. The song came about after a discussion with another blogger about how there is so much nonsense in the world and how some people accuse us of being simpletons for not understating nonsense.
Simple Is As Simpletons Can Be Words and Original Music by Timothy Price
[verse] simple is as simpletons can be complex meanings we can’t see simple is as simpletons can be oh how big words make us freeze simple is as simpletons can be reciting poems makes us wheeze simple is as simpletons can be we have trouble with the ABCs
[chorus] No alliteration; we can’t rhyme words No counting syllables, no action verbs Confuse the Sonnets with Ebonics And the Tankas with the trucks We can’t reflect on the Palindromes Or the messages in Acrostic poems
[bridge] I grew up reading comics like “Spy vs Spy” No nouns or verbs in the storylines Sketches on pages, each worth a thousand words Prefer poetry in pics for the visual nerds
[verse] simple is as simpletons can be oh how the deep folks like to tease simple is as simpletons can be they say we’re dense like the trees simple is as simpletons can be we may be dense, but at least we are free of deep thoughts, worries, anxieties, stress…
[chorus] No alliteration; we can’t rhyme words We can’t count syllables, no action verbs Confuse the Sonnets with Ebonics And the Tankas with the trucks We can’t reflect on the Palindromes Or the messages in Acrostic poems
I published Silence Of The Frogs as a poem in 2017 when I was blogging on T & L Photos. I made the poem into a song last summer. It’s a different style from Time To Move Onthat I posted on Friday.
One night close to bedtime about three months ago, Spunk came running in from the catio. As he tore by me at full speed, I caught the full-on aroma of what had happened. Spunk got sprayed by a skunk that had slipped through the wire into the catio. Skunks are like snakes in that they can squeeze their bodies through almost anything their head fits through. A small skunk can easily slip through the 2×4 inch wire that covers the catio. After we got Spunk cleaned up the best we could, he had to sleep with me while he cleaned himself up during the night. He didn’t smell by morning, but when we went to bed, he was ripe with skunk spray. The experience inspired me to write and record Sleeping With A Stinky Cat. The song is played in a funk style.
Sleeping With A Stinky Cat By Timothy Price
Spunk met a skunk, yeah In the catio, no Got a blast in the face Oh that sent him on a race
He ran around the house like the devil on his tail Stinking up the place making everyone’s life hell
Now I have to sleep with a stinky cat Spunk needed comfort after the attack Now I have to sleep with a stinky cat My eyes are burning oh, Spunk is such a brat Lying on the bed, curled in a ball Sleeping with a stinky cat is no fun at all
I wiped his face, yeah Wrapped him in a towel, oh We rinsed his eyes at best Trying to reduce the stress
Spunk struggled, and he hissed, used his claws and fangs no less Scratches, bites to end the stress, I ended up a bloody mess
Now I have to sleep with a stinky cat Spunk needed comfort after the attack Now I have to sleep with a stinky cat My eyes are burning oh, Spunk is such a brat Lying on the bed, Spunk curled in a ball Sleeping with a stinky cat is no fun at all
The first full moon of 2023, the Wolf Moon, rose this evening, January 6th, which happens to be Epiphany. I wrote and recorded a song for the occasion and put together the above music video to celebrate the Wolf Moon.
Once Upon A Wolf’s Winter Moon Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
[Verse1] Winter sky sad sulked at dusk’s fall Darkness fell, embraced cold world Breezes whispered oh so softly Warnings of impending doom
[Verse2] Ambushed by cold winter’s wanting Wicked wind, frost bit hard Frozen souls hung in the balance Gods cast dice; who lives or dies
[Chorus] Red eyes stared, pierced the darkness Gravelly growls from all around A chorus of howls split the heavens Once upon a wolf’s winter moon Once upon a wolf’s winter moon
[Verse3] Wolf Moon rested, washed by dawn Sunrise melted the seventh seal Time stood still, stopped, and listened Sound of silence, dark, unreal
[Verse4] Overcome eternal darkness Help us! Save us! Came the cries Wolves howled, moon tried to warn us You’re strangled and consumed by lies
[Bridge] Wolves howled at the full moon Waking ghosts from gelid sleep Giving life to frozen souls Broken-free as winter weeps
[Chorus] Red eyes stared, pierced the darkness Gravelly growls from all around A chorus of howls split the heavens Once upon a wolf’s winter moon Once upon a wolf’s winter moon
