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 On that I posted on Friday.
Tag: original music
Time To Move On
When things become the same as they ever were, it’s time to move on.
Sleeping With A Stinky Cat
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
Big Sky Calling
Big Sky Calling is an instrument piece I wrote and finished recording this morning.
Once Upon A Wolf’s Winter Moon
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
All Revved Up
I was out on the Rio Grande at Beaver Point last month when I heard motorcycles racing on I-25. The motorcycles were very loud and very clear. I recorded the motorcycles, wrote and recorded the song, “All Revved Up”, and I finally got around to borrowing enough video snippets from YouTube to make the above music video. Below is a map of where I was standing and approximately where the motorcycles were racing on I-25 when I made the recording.
Sound carries very well from the Interstate to Corrales. Often the cars, trucks, and motorcycles sound like they are on the ditch bank 500 feet from the house.
All Revved Up
By Timothy Price
[Verse 1]
I’m all revved up
Yeah! So cool
On my motorcycle
No fool
Donuts, wheelies, smoking tires
Screamin’ like a demon shot out of hell fire
[Chorus]
Centerline slalom whiteline fever
Lighting fast, intense street sweeper
Dragging demons, cheating the Reaper
[Verse 2]
Black leather jacket
Is so cool
Motorcycle boots
No fool
Don’t you wanna record all the action
Flawless riding satisfaction
[Chorus]
Centerline slalom whiteline fever
Lighting fast, intense street sweeper
Dragging demons, cheating the Reaper
[Bridge – Rap]
Revving my engine while I’m sitting at a red light
Greenlight, smoking tire the power grab is out of sight
Three-second speed rush slamming on the brakes tight
Revving my engine, oh those vibes feel so right.
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
Red lights flashing
That’s not cool
One-hundred-sixty
You fool
Tucked on the tank, giving it my all
Still got caught, slammed up against the wall
[Outro]
Redneck motha in the clink, err
Slowpoke and depressed cell sweeper
Lonely, longing, befriends the Reaper
Video snippets from YouTube:
Top 5 Leather Motorcycle Jackets 2021
https://youtu.be/Dk-iMyDsje0
Milwaukee Leather LKM1781 Men’s “The Legend” Classic Police Style Black Leather Motorcycle Jacket
https://youtu.be/PysLwe63ewI
Top 5 Urban Motorcycle Boots 2022
https://youtu.be/OzsGF3ItDMc
TOP 5 Mesh Motorcycle Jackets for 2022
https://youtu.be/HDsHcYBtq6Q
Sexy Girls riding fast – Compilation: Wheelie, Crash, Race & more…
https://youtu.be/6M7FInJOUV4
PURE ADRENALINE – 9 Minutes Of Extreme Motorcycle Riding – (Headphones Required)
https://youtu.be/BjMA4aR2XAY
https://youtu.be/sLC7L66dZKc
Chad and Jesus Riding Motorcycle In heaven while playing Stillness – Futuremono
ADL Education: Sweeping With A Broom
https://youtu.be/ZWLoJOg5AKE
Suzuki Hayabusa – 240 MPH /390KPH
https://youtu.be/oqJbWiCxUc0
How To Do A Burnout On A Motorcycle
https://youtu.be/OUosox5D0jc
Mothug Doug crazy Kawasaki 636 Ninja motorcycle donuts and burnouts!
https://youtu.be/PY6Xh5YyfYQ
“Humanity at its Finest, 20,000 bikers respond to 6-Yr old Kilian Sass’ dying wish” Greg Zwaigenberg
https://youtu.be/MZ85aFEivG0
ADL Education: Sweeping With A Broom
https://youtu.be/ZWLoJOg5AKE
Kawasaki Ninja H2R Vs F1 Car Vs F16 Jet Vs Super-Cars Vs PrivateJet Drag Race – The Ultimate Race
https://youtu.be/DnTL4wDAbK0
INSANE Street Bike Stunts CRAZY Highway WHEELIE + DRIFT Motorcycle TRICKS Riders Are Family Ride
https://youtu.be/JvzOLnirjVU
How To, Loki, Flowers
I irrigated on Thursday. A gopher hole created an unwanted lake that was draining water that the plants needed. After 30 minutes of trying to plug the hole where it was flowing out of the ground, which I knew wouldn’t work, I finally found two holes that were the source and plugged them. Not before getting a significant-sized lake. The whole thing reminded me of how the Salton Sea was created.
Loki was practicing his cat tree ballet.
White neon iris
Sunset
The Dreaded DST
When the time changed to Daylight Savings Time, Marina at Marina Kanavaki — Art Towards a Happy Day, made a comment about “the dreaded DST!” I told her that was a good song title. I had intended to write and record the song a couple of weeks ago, but DST got in the way. It seems I’m always coming up an hour short. I did the calculations to answer the question about how much daylight we save each year, and address them in the song.
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
Marina’s Incognito Pear Tree
Morning contrails
Mama Owl was sowing her head last night. The Owlets might have hatched.
Afternoon clouds
Jaywalking
The lyrics for my latest song came to me while I was jaywalking across Jefferson Blvd. by the office. The style of the song came to me while I was changing the light fixtures from fluorescent to LED in the men’s restroom at the office. When I removed one of the fluorescent bulbs from one of the fixtures, the end of the bulb burst into flames. It was really bizarre. Both sockets the bulb’s pins were in melted in the few seconds it took me to twist the bulb out of the sockets while it burst into flames. The flames went out before I could get my phone out of my pocket and do a photo or video. I was standing on a ladder with a burning bulb in my hand, so I wasn’t in a good position to get to my phone. Mark came into the restroom a few seconds later to tell me he had come in to get stuff together to go out to the field tomorrow. I showed him the melted sockets and burned bulb, we talked about his fieldwork, and I forgot to photograph the melted sockets and burned bulb. Anyway, the burning bulb reminded me of Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire”, which gave me the idea to very loosely write the song in a similar style.
The Jazz Age
Jaywalking
By Timothy Price
Jaywalking
Code talking
Walking round in women’s stockings
Jabberwocky
So shocking
Minor keys we’re really rocking
Shaking booties
Tutti fruity
long-legged exotic beauties
Masked cuties
Black hoodies
We’re all getting COVID cooties
We’re all on our way to nowhere
We once thought we’d go somewhere
We’re on our way to nowhere
But now we’re neither here nor there
We’re all on our way to nowhere
Downtrodden, fallen from grace
We’re on our way to nowhere
Still stuck in the same old place
Pipe dreams
Lost steam
Hogtied, so it seems
Inbred
In the red
Can’t seem to get ahead
Lost time
sublime
No, you’re not on my dime
Not fine
Green slime
Flat tire? It doesn’t rhyme
We’re all on our way to nowhere
We once thought we’d go somewhere
We’re on our way to nowhere
But now we’re neither here nor there
We’re all on our way to nowhere
Downtrodden, fallen from grace
We’re on our way to nowhere
Still stuck in the same old place
YouTubing
KY lubing
Don’t you know we’re really grooving
Zoom bombing
Face palming
We’re out of sync. Why you calling?
Youth aging
Folks gaging
While the culture wars are waging
Been raped
No probate
It seems like there’s no escape
We’re all on our way to nowhere
We once thought we’d go somewhere
We’re on our way to nowhere
But now we’re neither here nor there
We’re all on our way to nowhere
Downtrodden, fallen from grace
We’re on our way to nowhere
Still stuck in the same old place
I’m A Lobo Lunatic
A few days before Christmas, Tristan asked if I had any extra guitar cases for acoustic guitars. I had a gig bag I told her she could have. The next day she said she didn’t need the gig bag after all because the guitar they were going to give to Craig’s nephew for Christmas was broken. I told her I’d donate a guitar for them to give him for Christmas. Of course, that meant I needed to replace the guitar. A few weeks before Christmas, Marina “adopted” a wolf for us at the Wolf Conservation Center in New York as a gift. His name is Mosby. When I was looking for a replacement guitar I remembered that Luna made a Wolf guitar. I found a Luna Wolf Guitar and ordered it.
The Wolf Conservation Center sent a video of Mosby howling with two other wolves who are off-camera. I recorded music to Mosby’s howling in the video yesterday using a jazz guitar and my 7-string guitar for the rhythm guitars. As luck has it, my Luna Wolf Guitar came in today, and the full Wolf Moon rose tonight. When I got home from work, I recorded a track with the wolf guitar and replaced the jazz guitar track with the track I played on the Wolf guitar. Then I went out to the river and photographed the Wolf Moon rising.
The Lobo Lunatic playing the Luna Wolf Guitar with the Wolf Moon rising behind him.
A full view of the Luna Wolf Guitar. It has Rosewood back and sides and the collage on the top is made with Rosewood, Zebrawood, Paduk, Bird’s Eye Maple, Koa, and Flame Maple. The neck markers are the moon phases with the full moon at the 12th fret. It has Fishman electronics and a built-in tuner. It’s a really beautiful guitar. It plays well and sounds great.
Sunset
Off Center & Not Even 