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Teagan Does Metal

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Dawn

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.

Mark 5

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Lyrics by Timothy Price adapted from Mark 5. Music by Timothy Price

After posting Legion last week, I decided to make a song out of Mark 5:1-18, which is the story of a man possessed by many demons who confronts Jesus. Jesus asks the man his name, and he answers, “My name is Legion, for we are many!” Legion asked Jesus not to send them out of the area or “into the abyss.” (Luke 8:31). Jesus allowed the demons to go to a herd of pigs. The herd runs into the lake and drowns. The people ask Jesus to leave. The man wants to go with Jesus, but Jesus does not let him.

1) Threatening Rain. 2) Rain. 3) Clear.

    We got .31 inches of rain today. No Fooling!

    Mark 5
    Lyrics by Timothy Price adapted from Mark 5:1-18
    Music by Timothy Price

    [Chorus]
    My name is Legion
    For we are many
    My name is Legion
    For we are many
    My name is Legion
    For we are many
    Please don’t send us into the Abyss

    [Verse 1]
    He was crazed, he was naked, and he lived among the dead
    No chains could bind him, and he broke them like they were his bread
    When he saw Jesus, he down fell to his knees
    “Oh, Son of the Most High God! Please don’t torture me!”

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2]
    On a hillside nearby where pigs were in ecesis
    “Send us into the pigs!” The demons asked and begged of Jesus
    He gave them permission, and the man he was unbound
    Two thousand pigs rushed to the lake, where they were drowned.

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    When the people came to Jesus, they did not expect to find
    The man sitting there, fully dressed and in his right mind
    What happened to the man and pigs gave them much to fear
    They plead with Jesus, “Man! Please, go and get out of here!”

    [Chorus]

    [Bridge]
    Jesus stepped in the boat, the man begged to go with him
    Jesus did not let him, “Go home and tell how much the Lord has done for you”
    So the man went away and told in the Decapolis how much Jesus had done for him.
    All the people were amazed.

    [Outro]
    Guitar solo

    Springing Forward, It’s So Backward

    Timothy Price54 Comments

    Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price

    Springing Forward is my 2024 Daylight Savings Time (DST) protest song (lyrics are below). The song is hyper, so don’t be surprised if you find it annoying, like changing to DST and losing an hour of sleep.

    I’m particularly leery of losing an hour of sleep tonight since I’ve been having a lot of trouble with pain over the last several months and don’t always sleep very well. Side note: Laurie has more trouble sleeping than I do. Since last summer, I’ve been trying to get a handle on the pain. I started riding a mountain bike, changed to an anti-inflammatory diet, and lost over 35 pounds. You would think that would help a lot. But not really. I am still having a lot of joint and muscle pain, especially at night. If you noticed, I don’t write as much, don’t comment as much, and mostly write short comments; it’s because of the pain. I have enough trouble typing with numb fingertips, but with all the pain, my typing has gone to hell.

    I reached out to my new GP last month and asked her what specialist I needed to see to try and get the pain under control. She had me go in and see her. She put me on Gabapentin at night and gave me some more dietary suggestions. I have a follow-up with her next week. My pain has been down to manageable background pain most of the time during the day for the past few weeks, but I still have issues with pain increasing at night, waking me up and keeping me awake. But it’s much better than it was a few weeks ago.

    While it’s a real challenge to play guitar with numb fingertips, it is more of a challenge to play when my fingers are swollen, painful, and don’t want to move. But I play every day, whatever the condition of my hands are and how much I’m hurting elsewhere. My hands have not been as swollen over the past couple of weeks, so I was able to do halfway decent sloppy shredding on my guitar solos I recorded this morning for Springing Forward, above.

    Red sky in the morning is an ominous warning about changing to DST and losing an hour of sleep!

    Springing Forward, It’s So backward
    By Timothy Price

    (4x)
    Springing forward
    It’s so backward

    We lose an hour to save some time
    Springing forward
    It’s so backward

    Body clocks are broken; we’re running behind
    Springing forward
    It’s so backward

    Moving like zombies, we’re losing our minds
    Springing forward
    It’s so backward

    We saved an hour by losing time
    Springing forward
    It’s so backward

    It’s time for DST
    Lockstep to New Destiny
    If you thought you were free
    Don’t change your clock! You will see!

    You Fools don’t complain
    But an hour is really insane
    The clocks are sacred, can’t you see?
    We’re not free to mess around

    Springing forward. Leave time be
    It’s so backward. Can’t we see
    Springing forward. We’re not free
    To play like gods. You see?

    (4x)
    Springing forward
    It’s so backward

    It’s time again for DST
    Lockstep to New Destiny
    If you thought you were free
    Don’t change your clock! And you will see!

    Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en la Casa.

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    Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price. Vocals and CGI by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.

    The lyrics for the song are adapted from a poem I wrote in 2017 when we had nine cats:

    We enter the age of Aquarius
    Clawing at the cuffs of Heaven
    Fluorine feline in the household
    A clowder of kitties
    Infested

    Novem gatti
    Fruits of the Spirit
    Nine worthies, three of each 
    But who can say which
    Pagans, Christians, Jews?

    All piled together
    Napping nonagon de gnari
    Like the symphonies of Beethoven
    Each plays their way
    Into our hearts

    A naping nonagon de gnari. CGI by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.

    The poem is all about Nine:
    Nine is said to be lucky in Aquarius, and nine is believed to symbolize divine completeness. Fluorine is the atomic number nine, a clowder is a group of cats, and there are nine fruits of the Spirit. Jacques de Longuyon wrote “Voeux du Paon”, a popular 14th-century romance, where he introduced the “Nine Worthies”— three Pagans, three Christians, and three Jews: Hector, Alexander the Great, and Julius Caesar; King Arthur, Charlemagne, and Godfrey of Bouillon; Joshua, David, and Judas Maccabeus — who were historical, legendary and scriptural figures that characterized the ideals of chivalry in the Middle Ages. A nonagon is a nine-sided polygon, and Beethoven wrote nine symphonies.

    Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en la Casa.
    By Timothy Price

    [Chorus x2)
    Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en la casa
    Mama Mia! C’est la vi

    [Verse 1]
    As we enter
    The Age of Aquarius
    Clawing at
    The cuffs of Heaven

    A flock of feline
    In the household
    Or are they called
    A clowder of cats?

    [Chorus x2)
    Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en las casa
    Mama Mia! C’est la vi

    [Verse 2]
    Nove gatti
    Fruits of the Spirit
    Nine worthies
    Three of each

    But who can say
    which they might be
    Pagans, Christians
    Or the Jews?

    [Bridge]
    All piled together
    One atop the other
    A naping nonagon de gnari
    Or you can say
    But say it with conviction
    Nine cats napping
    In a pile

    [Chorus x2)
    Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en las casa
    Mama Mia! C’est la vi

    [Outro]
    Like nine
    Symphonies
    Roll over
    Beethoven

    Each plays
    Their way
    Into
    Our hearts

    Happy Valentine’s Day

    Timothy Price70 Comments
    Lyrics and music by Timothy Price

    I thought my latest song, Dick Meets Jane, would be good for Valentine’s Day. Lyrics are at the end of the post.

    I have to admit, I hated Valentine’s Day and the “Dick and Jane” books when I was a kid. Valentine’s Day was humiliating, and the “Dick and Jane” books represented a culture that was polar opposite of mine. Something I read triggered the lyrics for the song quite a while ago. With Valentine’s Day approaching, I decided to put them to music.

    Dawn

    Crescent Moon in the Tangle Heart Tree.

    First beaver sighting of 2024

    Can you find the pTerodactyl?

    Canadian Geese landing in the Rio Grande.

    Kissy cranes

    Déjà vu all over again!

    It looks like the pTer is missing some feathers on his wing. Or perhaps he was given the “Black Spot” by the other pTerodactyls à la “Treasure Island.”

    Jupiter and the crescent moon

    Tangle heart tree and crescent moon.

    Dick Meets Jane
    By Timothy Price

    [Verse 1]
    I was reading on the trolley when I looked up to see
    A Goddess of a woman standing right next to me
    I stood and kindly offered her my seat
    She blushed as she sat, and I tried not to stare
    Inviting were her amber eyes, and her smile was so sweet
    Was it our destiny that we should meet?

    [Chorus]
    Oh Lord, must you do this to me?
    You temp me with this lovely Lass
    Don’t you know that I am just way too plain
    Am I another player in her game?

    [Verse 2]
    We got off at the same stop “Thanks for giving me your seat
    My name is Jane. Who are you? May I ask?”
    “So nice to meet you, Jane. Funny, you should ask.
    My name is Richard, but people call me Dick!”
    “Dick and Jane!” We both laughed “Are we like the storybook?”
    We joined hands and skipped along
    She sang an unfamiliar song

    [Chorus]
    Oh Lord, must you do this to me?
    You temp me with this lovely Lass
    She’s a beauty and so divine
    Is this an act? Will she be mine?

    [Bridge]
    We ducked into a Starbucks
    Espressos straight-up and black
    “May I have your number, Dick?”
    “I’m free can you take me out?”
    YES! “Yes! You’re a dream come true.”

    [Outro]
    We dated, and we courted. We fell in love, I proposed
    As Dick and Jane, we got married. Two together apropos
    We are like a storybook. Lives perfectly aligned
    Together, we live in bliss, Happily and so divine

    [Chorus]
    Oh Lord, I’m happy you did this to me
    Tempted with this lovely Lass
    Now that all my prayers are answered
    We are living our dream at last

    Wolf Is In The Winter Moon

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    Wolf Moon on the rise again

    Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price. Vocals by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.

    Another year has passed, and the Wolf Moon is on the rise again as the new year begins. I wrote and recorded Wolf Is In The Winter Moon (above) to celebrate the 2024 Wolf Moon. To spare you my bloody awful voice, Teagan Riordain Geneviene @ Teagan’s Books gracious sang, lending her beautiful, smokey and slightly haunting voice to the song. Thank you so much, Teagan. I really appreciate your hard work on recording the vocals. Teagan’s voice is perfect for the song. She had the idea to add the howls underneath the chorus — a brilliant addition. You can find the lyrics at the end of the post.

    We say two pTerodactyls flying over the Rio Grande tonight. This one turned around and flew close. I assume he wanted to be included in the celebration of the Wolf Moon.

    pTer reflecting under the light of the Wolf Moon

    Cranes under the light of the Wolf Moon

    Wolf Moon over Resa’s Tree

    Wolf Is In The Winter Moon
    By Timothy Price

    [Verse]
    World of demons manifold and so robust
    They are possessed and driven by an insatiable lust
    For blood and power, their egos must be fed
    Innocent souls of the quick and of the dead
    Wolf’s in the Winter Moon that’s on the rise again
    Sheds light on the darkness of a cold and cruel world

    [Bridge]
    Wolf and Moon together work in perfect harmony
    Wolf and Moon together work to set our spirits free

    [Chorus]
    Wolves howl with praises and glory
    Wolves howl with praises and glory
    Wolves howl with praises and glory of the Winter Moon

    Wolves howl with praises and glory
    Wolves howl with praises and glory
    Wolves howl with praises to bring an end to winter’s gloom

    [Verse]
    Wolf is in the Winter Moon that’s on the rise again
    Shines its light on darkness as the year begins

    [Bridge]
    Wolf and Moon together work in perfect harmony
    Wolf and Moon together work to set our spirits free

    [Chorus]
    Wolves howl with praises and glory
    Wolves howl with praises and glory
    Wolves howl with praises and glory of the Winter Moon

    Wolves howl with praises and glory
    Wolves howl with praises and glory
    Wolves howl with praises to bring an end to winter’s gloom

    [Outro]
    Wolves howl with praises and glory of the Winter Moon
    Wolves howl with praises to bring an end to winter’s gloom

    When A Flycatcher Catches Flies

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    Venus, Mars, stars, and the Moon aligned last night from lower right to upper left.

    The key to the night sky last night from LiveSky.com.

    How many flies do flycatchers catch when flycatchers are catching flies? That is a good 17-syllable question. However, I couldn’t get a Timku out of the question as it is phrased. I made a couple of gifs and wrote and recorded a silly song to go with the gifs, and made a music video instead of a Timku.

    This lizard ran up ahead of me and stopped in a sliver of shade and looked at me. When it saw its reflection in the Bazooka, it came back toward me to challenge the lizard in the lens. I had to back up because it got too close for me to focus. It did push-ups for the challenge.

    Blue Grosbeak

    Bunny in the bosque

    New Mexico whiptail lizard

    Sparrows

    Bullfrog hanging in the current

    Turtle

    Turkey Vulture

    Monday’s Music On A Sunday Evening

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    WARNING! Psychodilic features a Psycho Kitty, a Western Diamondback Rattlesnake, a Black Mamba, and colorful psychedelic patterns and holes that move in a regular, irregular fashion. The lyrics are nonsensical, as well. If you have tendencies toward Ailurophobia Psychopathesis (Fear of Psychopathic Cats), Ophidiophobia (Fear of Snakes), Trypophobia (Fear of clustered patterns of irregular holes), or Emetophobia (fear of vomiting), you might want to take a pass on viewing the above music video, and simply enjoy the photo of the sunset below.

    Psychodelic
    Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price

    [Chorus]
    Psycho Kitty
    Psycho Kitty

    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la

    Psycho Kitty
    Psycho Kitty

    [Verses]
    Psycho kitty drives me crazy
    Psycho colors are so hazy
    Psychopathic’s normal say
    How can we live this way

    Psycho kitty drives me crazy
    Psycho-spastic, I’m not lazy
    Psychopathy’s here to stay
    How can we live this way

    Shaking like a rattlesnake
    I don’t even hesitate
    Feeling how it resonates
    I bite the viper’s tongue

    Shaking like a rattlesnake
    You know I hallucinate
    How it makes me salivate
    I bite the viper’s tongue

    [chorus]
    Psycho Kitty
    Psycho Kitty

    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la

    Psycho Kitty
    Psycho Kitty

    [Bridge]
    See, Black Mambas are
    biting on my legs
    I’m still alive how can that be
    Their snaky licks, oh, how they tickle
    Keep your fangs to yourself
    I don’t want to die this way

    Psycho Kitty
    Psycho Kitty

    [Guitar Solo]

    Psycho Kitty
    Psycho Kitty

    [Verses]
    Psycho kitty drives me crazy
    Psycho colors are so hazy
    Psychopathic’s normal say
    How can we live this way

    Psycho kitty drives me crazy
    Psycho-spastic, I’m not lazy
    Psychopathy’s here to stay
    How can we live this way

    Shaking like a rattlesnake
    I don’t even hesitate
    Feeling how it resonates
    I bite the viper’s tongue

    Shaking like a rattlesnake
    You know I hallucinate
    How it makes me salivate
    I bite the viper’s tongue

    [Chorus/Outro]
    Psycho Kitty
    Psycho Kitty

    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la
    Spunk Kitty
    La la la la

    Psycho Kitty

    New Music Monday

    Timothy Price82 Comments

    If you don’t want to listen to the new song (it’s hard rock/metal) about the new abnormal, you can simply enjoy the photo of the sliver moon and Venus hanging out together in the clouds last night.

    While I was cleaning out my address book of people who have died or simply disappeared over the past three years, I realized that outside of my family and work, I have only a few real, in-the-flesh friends in town who I rarely see. I started thinking about how my physical world has grown so small, how the powers that be work hard to keep the world in turmoil, and while their mouthpieces and talking heads in the popular press speak of the “new normal” it’s really the “new abnormal” that is being shoved down our throats. For better or worse, it inspired a new song.

    New Abnormal
    Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price

    [verse]
    I’ve watched my world as it’s grown so small
    I sit, I stare, as I listen to The Wall
    I would like to break bottles in the hall
    But plastic bottles won’t break at all.
    I’m feeling spastic I’m all alone
    My world is dreary no one’s home

    [Chorus]
    Will we ever be normal again?
    Can we say what normal has been?
    The new abnormal is tearing us asunder
    They divide us up as they plunder.

    [verse]
    The hand of doom it pleases me
    Mother Mary, can you set me free?
    “Man, oh man, you sinned indeed!
    Maybe that’s why you can’t see!”
    I may be blind my cross-eyed Mary
    But the world I see is desolate and scary

    [Chorus]
    Will we ever be normal again?
    Can we say what normal has been?
    The new abnormal is tearing us asunder
    They divide us up as they plunder.

    [Bridge]
    All my friends have disappeared
    Pandemic lockdowns made us weird
    Thinking each other is deranged
    Now we are ideologically estranged
    Isolation made us rage
    We took it in, we felt the pain
    Masked like bandits, identities were lost
    Now we’re strangers. Was it worth the cost?

    [Outro]
    Will we ever be normal again?
    They said our norms were mortal sins
    Their new abnormal will save us any bother
    They divide us up

    Will we ever be normal again?
    They said our norms were mortal sins
    Their new abnormal will save us any bother
    They divide us up.

    They send us off to slaughter

    Fallen On Broken Wings

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    This is another music video where all the images in the video are created or mish-mashed together by AI image generators based on the lyrics.

    Fallen On Broken Wings
    Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price

    [Intro]
    Grounded, fallen on broken wings
    Angels are no more
    Mortals fight for monkey’s rights
    To knock on Heaven’s door

    [Verse 1]
    Homo sapiens that we are
    Biped anthropoids
    Fugacious errant avatars
    Driving around in motorcars

    [Chorus]
    Oh Oh
    how time has changed
    Men in buns and skinny white girls
    Meld into a single dress
    Cultural Smores
    Exchanges

    [Verse 2]
    Homo habilis was all
    Handyman for an era
    Gave rise to H. Erectus
    Who was so effectus
    To make us what we are

    [Bridge]
    Well you know
    It amazes me
    That we made it this far?
    History does it again and again
    D.C. al Coda, assures we’ll never win

    [Chorus]
    Oh oh
    How time has changed
    Men in buns and skinny white girls
    Meld into a single dress
    Cultural Smores
    Exchanges

    [Coda]
    Grounded, fallen on broken wings
    Angels are no more
    Mortals fight for monkey’s rights
    To knock on Heaven’s door