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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

Timothy Price60 Comments

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

Springing Forward

Timothy Price89 Comments

Here in the US of A, all states, with the exception of Arizona, Hawaii, and some of the territories, will change to Daylight Savings Time at Two O’Clock in the wee hours of the morning in the year of our Lord March the Twelfth, Two-Thousand Twenty-Three. That’s tomorrow for me, today for some of you, and yesterday for others.

Since I will have to get up to pee at 02:00, I will be squealing “Ewe Oui Wee Wee!” all the way to the bathroom since I will be holding it in an extra hour since the time will be springing forward an hour at 02:00 (making it 03:00) when I will get up to go. I hope I make it.

I wrote, recorded, and posted The Dreaded DST near the end of March last year without a video after Marina Kanavaki complained about “the dreaded DST” (Greece changes later than the US of A). This year, I used AI to generate all the images for the video. I incorporated ChatGPT’s DALL-E 2 together with Draw Things, Fotor AI, Craiyon, and Night Cafe to generate and gather the images for the video this go around. I only insulted DALL-E 2’s rather sensitive ethical and moral standards a couple of times asking it to create images based on the lyrics for The Dreaded DST. However, I ran out of credits to ask the AI apps to draw things rather quickly on everything but Draw things, which I have unlimited credits with (DT likes my credit score).

The Dreaded DST
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Inspired by Marina Kanavaki

Daylight blinds fools who have no skills
They create silly rules they are so unreal
Daylight’s scarce, why don’t we care?
We save it eight months out of… every year

Bedtime at ten feels like nine
Don’t feel sleepy? Have more wine
It’s midnight damn, the bottle’s empty
I’m still awake… I’m feeling pretty cranky

Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
That hour we save every single day
Is two-hundred forty hours of daylight that we have… stashed away

Alarm at five it feels like four
Like a zombie, I hit the door
Preparation-H on the old toothbrush
Toothpaste up my… Whew! What a rush

No time to shower, sleepin’ on the job,
Stinkin’ up the office, what a slob
Head bobs up and down, fishing at the screen
My boss is cranky… making quite a scene

Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
We can look forward to falling back
We get one hundred twenty hours of daylight from… our stash

We’ve changed to DST for 56 years
That’s six-thousand seven-hundred hours, my dear
Of daylight, we’ve been banking away
So let’s go spend it on our… sanity

Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
That hour we save every single day
Is two-hundred forty hours of daylight that we have… stashed away

A Blue Psalm

Timothy Price56 Comments

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

Simple Is As Simpletons Can Be

Timothy Price48 Comments

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

Sleeping With A Stinky Cat

Timothy Price54 Comments

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

Once Upon A Wolf’s Winter Moon

Timothy Price70 Comments

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