Sunday, July 26, 2015

Song of the Unknown Soldier



My rivals so astound me
As they play their foolish games
I see them stalk about me
 I even know their names
Secretly they scurry by
 I pay their wages as they spy
I tell the truth - they only lie
Now their time has come to die
These men in trench coats buttoned down
With weapons pointed to the ground
And aerials reaching for the sky
They wonder how I know they spy
I myself a master am
Having spied on Viet Nam
Without a badge to get me by
Or uniform or plane to fly
On Saigon streets I walked alone
Never to use a telephone
Or wireless, or telegraph
Or even one well trodden path
I snuck in through Cambodia
So who am I to disobey

Colonel Oliver Wimbleton Pepper IV 
all rights reserved 2015
The orders I received that day
Onward Christian Soldier Boy
With forty millimeter toy
And fear not death, for you are bound
To rest in peace beneath the ground
Before you reach the Promised Land
Take with you all you can
And send those bloody freaks to hell
Posthumously you will be rewarded well
Then on the mantle place displayed
The Purple Heart you earned that day
And all the tears your mother shed
Could fill a river but still you’re dead

Strafe the town and bomb the people
Drop some Napalm in the square
Get there early Sunday morning
Get them while they’re still at prayer
Then throw some candy to the children
Wait until they gather ‘round
Then take your forty millimeter
And mow them little mother’s down

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Genie






A piano solo by Colonel Oliver Wimbletyon Pepper IV, BMI

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Damadora by Colonel Pepper


Wednesday, April 1, 2015

John Charles Haltom is named after John Charles Lennon the Singer & Songwriter we all loved so well so we sing a sad song, So Long


This is a sad song
It is a sad song
A sad song 
I sang it So Long
So Long I sang it
I sang it for so long
So Long 
I'll see you again

This is a sad song
Oh such a sad song
A sad song 
I sang for so long
So Long as
I sww tou again

This is a sad song 
One that is so long
It's so long I can't 
Sing it again

This is a sad song
My very sad one
A sad one 
I sang for so long
When I sing this sad song
I sang it so long 
I couldn't sing it again

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

https://freelibs.org/trey-haltom/

I came upon this link, and found that you can download my music for free there. That is fine with me. 

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Sunday, July 13, 2014

The Minstrels Travels

The Minstrel's Travels

The Fifth Beatle reveals the mysteries of the universe. Colonel Pepper is the true Fifth Beatles member, and he has kept this secret for well over forty years.
The title Colonel was bestowed on Oliver Wimbleton Pepper IV in 1976 by the late Governor Cliff Finch of Mississippi right after a performance at the Grammy Awards after party that was held at the Biltmore Hotel in Los Angeles. 
Colonel Pepper owns the Falling Figs Music Publishing Company BMI, and produces the videos and CDs for Rodney Paige and Rev. Trey Haltom.   The CD Colonel Pepper's Last Stand is going to be released very soon along with another CD, The New Psalms ~ The Songs of God by Madhavendra Puri, Oliver4 Pepper. and Trey Haltom .
There has been much speculation concerning the Fifth Beatle, and it has always been quite wrong. Only John Lennon and George Harrison knew for sure who they referred to. John wrote Come Together, describing the Fifth Beatle, and that description fits Colonel Pepper down to the toe jam football
George Harrison and Colonel Pepper were God Brothers at the New Dwarka ISKCON Temple in West LA, near Venice Beach. Colonel Pepper designed and cultivated the George Harrison Memorial Garden while George Harrison was very near by during his last days on earth.
You can see Colonel Pepper in his black Hare Krishna Devotee clothing on the ABC News coverage of the special service held in memory of George at the temple. The garden was on Venice Blvd at the corner of Watseka and Venice, and is depicted in many of Colonel Pepper's video picture shows
 George Harrison Memorial Garden in West LA

Saturday, July 12, 2014

In times before the Human Race
There was peace by Krishna's Grace.
Then God created the heavenly man
And then his woman to embrace
And populate the Human Race

A goal was set then for this race
To pass beyond the edge of space.
This prize was good and oh so fine
Enticing all of human kind
To set their eyes upon God's face
And live eternal in His grace

That alone was best of all
In fact I'd say it was a ball
To be behind this Heavenly Wall
And palace hall of stones and chain
The golden type that should remain
Beneath the ground from whence it came
For simple monetary gain

The race for this became insane
For men who saw the golden chain
And knew the power of the brain
Could multiply our race again
And conquer all in their domain
The conquest was the human brain

To manipulate the Human Race
Or those who sought to see God's face
By sounds supplied at speeds of light
Through waves that travel in the night
Reflecting off their main delight
The golden laden caves at night.


In the emptiness that lies beyond
That flash within this space at night
Phosphates of iron and meteorite
Another conquest to be found
Far above this Heavenly Ground
Sometimes admitting quite a sound
Reverberating to the ground
Spinning everything around


Upon the road of Heaven bound
The guys and gals they're all around
Rocking to the fateful sound
Bouncing off the Holy Ground
Rock and Roll it was the sound
That set us off and Heaven Bound

According to this very sound
Reverberating to the ground
Bouncing all of us around
And rocking on the Holy Ground
Me myself and I were there
We're letting down our strands of hair
We're here and there and everywhere

In between the sights and sounds
Reverberating to the ground
Creating such an awesome sound
And rocking all of us around
While we wold dance on Holy Ground

Myself and I looked straight at me
The three of us a multiplicity
A simple seaman said to me
However can that ever be
A Multiplicity-of me

Some would call this reality
That is Me, Myself and I
I bet he has an alibi
And probably he is a spy
Me Myself and I


Thursday, April 24, 2014


One of Rod's best works that was lost on a damaged CD has now been restored. It's wonderful, check it out!