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 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
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.
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
A parody I made about VR and our Virtual World using DEVO’s Beautiful World.
Virtual World By Timothy Price Music by DEVO
It’s a virtual world we live in A Tweet filled kind of place Virtual people everywhere All covered by AppleCare Games they like to play In a virtual world Our virtual world It’s a virtual world Undo See-through PU
It’s a proverbial time to be here A slap on the behind Deep fake porn is everywhere You see they have no hair Shaved it all away It’s a proverbial place Unretreavable space It’s a virtual place from you Me too F-you
Hey! What do you want to be?
Hey you with the goggles on Watching VR of an old King Kong Hey Hey
It’s a virtual world we live in A Tweet filled kind of place Virtual people everywhere All covered by AppleCare Games they like to play In a virtual world Our virtual world It’s a virtual world Undo See-through PU
Oh can’t you see (It’s a virtual world) For you (It’s a virtual world) For you (It’s a virtual world) For you (It’s a virtual world) Not me (It’s a virtual world) It’s a virtual world It’s a virtual world It’s a virtual world It’s a virtual, virtual world It’s a virtual, virtual world It’s a virtual, virtual world It’s a virtual, virtual world
Quotes and Videos used in Virtual World Video:
Bible Quote: Proverbs 29, Complete Jewish Bible
“29 He who remains stiffnecked after much rebuke will be suddenly and incurably broken.
2 When the righteous flourish, the people rejoice; but when the wicked are in power, the people groan.
3 Whoever loves wisdom brings joy to his father, but a patron of prostitutes wastes his wealth.
4 A king gives stability to a country by justice, but one who overtaxes it brings it to ruin.
5 A person who flatters his neighbor spreads a net for his own steps.”
Off Center & Not Even 