Old & Gray

People have been asking me to return to my “Bloody Awful” roots of me vocalizing my songs. I believe Old & Gray, in my own Redneck Metal style, is pretty much on bloody awful par with my pre-AI vocals music (lyrics at the end of the post).

Belafonte

Belafonte trying to open the Thermos for a second cup of coffee

Loki’s back…

…and helped me with the laundry

Silver @sunrise

Jake loves to help clean up on gelato Sunday

A penny for you thoughts, Gwendolyn

“A penny? At least a fiver, and a squeezy treat or two, if you want to know what I think!”

Marble

Spunk tucked in and grooming

All worn out from grooming

“This is the life!”

Loki

Old and Gray
By Timothy Price

[Verse 1]
I have a parrot on my hand
And a cat on my lap
I’m not sure life
Can get much better than that

[Chorus]
I may be old, I may be gray
I may have seen my better days
But I can still enjoy the simple ways
Of life with birds, life with cats
And a big ‘ol yellow dog named Jake

[Verse2]
When simple pleasures come my way
I savor them from day to day
As life slows down
Time moves much faster
I teeder on the edge of disaster

[Bridge]
It’s been said that as you age
You become like a fine wine
But truth be told, and I can say
You become a first class whiner

[Chorus]
I may be old, I may be gray
I may have seen my better days
But I can still enjoy the simple ways
Of life with birds, life with cats
And a big ‘ol yellow dog named Jake

[Bridge]
It’s been said that as you age
You become like a fine wine
But truth be told, and I can say
You become a first class whiner

[Outro]
Old and gray, stuck in my ways
But with the birds, and cats
And ‘ol yeller Jake in the mix
This old dog can learn a few new tricks

Pilot Light

Dawn

On my way to light a pilot, I saw a pilot light a balloon.

Spunk: “Hey Paparazzo! Hold your stupid camera level! I’m feeling The Moody Blues trying to hold on to this post!”

Paparazzo: “Oh! Are you feeling like ‘Ride My See-Saw’?”

Prickly Pear

Sunset

Spunk Awareness

Resa’s Wolf Tree under a cracked cloud in morning

The Spunk Awareness Ribbon pose

Glenda: “Why are we supposed to be aware of Spunk?”

Silver: “Listen clueless, pathetic paprazzo. We should ‘Beware’ of Spunk!”

Intermission

We Care! To be Aware of Spunk.

Marble sleeping off celebrating Spunk Awareness.

Cumulonimbus stalking Resa’s Wolf Tree

Corn Moon rising

Between the lines

We Care

Sunrise

Who cares? We Care! We do?

Loki working on his “Talk to the claws!” Halloween prop.

Helping Loki work on his animatronic verison of his “Talk to the claws!” prop.

Dusk

Only 6,652,800 Shopping Seconds Left

Dawn

“Will someone Pulease turn off the sun, already?”

Sunrise

The Ghoulies are a creepin’ and a crawlin’ into the stores to creep people out on their build up to Halloween. And the weeks, days, hours, minutes and secconds are flying by as folks anticipate the hallowed haunt before dia de los muertos.

There are only 11 shopping weeks left before Halloween. Or
77 days or
1848 hours or
110,880 minutes or
6,652,800 seconds.

Time flies like the bats, as they say, so don’t procrastinate, or you will miss out on the creepy, crawling ghouls of your dreams.

Sunset