Madhavendra Puri and his Dance Troupe

You gotta love Sheriff Arpio, or else!

Wrecking Ball - cover by Christina and Caroline (Miley Cyrus)

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

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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

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

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

Quote from 3 Leaf Post Recording for Audio Recording

Quote from 3 Leaf Post Recording for Audio Recording

CPNI Hemp-Eating Chicken Clip

The Thought of 049

The Thought of 049

A thought in my head that is burning my mind
A thought that continues it goes undefined
A thought that is something or nothing at all
This thought I'm creating is simply a ball

It comes and it goes and it bothers me so
It's dark yet it glows and continues to grow
Then vanishes almost to nothing at all
Then appears to be something most gentle and small

Then out of the darkness it glimmers and shines
It spins like a spiral climbing it's vine
Endlessly driving me out of my mind
My mind oh my mind my mind

What is this blasted thing in my head?
I am sure that it's lasted enough years to be dead
At least that is what my psychiatrist said
But what does he know of what dwells in my head

It's a spirit I'm certain having traveled through space
He's parked here I'm certain he hides in my face
I pull down my curtain and feel his embrace
I close now my eyelids and ask for God's grace

Darkness surrounds me a blanket of black
This demon astounds me he sneaks up from back
Then suddenly flashing he attacks from the rear
As something is crashing, he speaks in my ear

Crraaakk it's nostalgic how long can this last
Be back in a Sec I heard him say fast
I count the first second the next moment's past
He comes in the second moment at last

I gaze at his eyeball his brow and his lid
I have waited till nightfall to see what he did
I have listened most careful to all that he's said
Yet still, I am fearful of loosing my head

Come forth fine demon escape from my mind
For before long I will leave you behind
I will pay you no mention I will pay you no mind
For your convention is that of the blind

You're just a creation a parasite of my mind
You dwell in my thought and you're something mush less
Than a penthouse for paupers creating a mess

A jovial chap you truly might be
Yet never a clap shall you hear from me
For applause is for beauty and claps a disease
That renders you helpless to crawl on your knees

Be gone now fine serpent flee from my sight
Begin to repent now I pray that you might
Before I avenge thee with all of my might
And crush you completely to oblivion's flight

I see know a fog on thy spectacle once clear
As you croak like a frog when a fly is not near
You are the least of a hog having ne'er shed a tear
And the most of a pig as you cry in your fear
You run like a dog from the master you fear

Farewell feathered demon fly well as a seaman
O'er land and by ocean and never to land
For I've sent you a cruising to a different land
Of nowhere or no one of nothing I've known
For it was within me, you first called home

Now you have left me I am here all alone
Solitude is joy that you've never known
For you are awkward and clumsy, you can't stand alone
You are less than an idiot who has lost his own home

Like the patriot parrot that flew from its cage
In a moment irrational in a spirit of rage
Now you gawk for your cracker and cry for your feed
You scream and you pester yet no one takes heed

For you left your first master your feeder indeed
Now you bleed like a bleeder and always shall bleed
Your not but a beggar you do no good deed
I venture to say there is no one you need

Now demon or parrot or what ever you are
I know you're a spirit I know you've flown far
You're your own pilot that is all that you are
So vanish completely and never appear

For I am now certain 'Tis only I that can hear
Your squawking and gawking and crying with fear
And certain you know your destruction is near
For I am the destroyer, the master you fear

For I am your creator your end is here, your enemy is fear
You are dying you're dying, you're dying my dear
Patriot pauper of a spirit stand clear
You are nay but a spirit you have never been here...


Sitting silently solo and lonely
Singing softly slowly and gently
Knowing only the songbird is lonely

Truth is all nothing is less
Love is more none the less
It is truly a ball as I recall
To not get an answer and still get a yes
Considering less could be quite a mess
Unless, unless the answer is yes

Yes of coarse could be much worse
And worthless of coarse
When said to be less than yes

Such as the bush that's beat around
Much as it's crushed into the ground
By the concrete feet so often found
Upon the streets where they are bound
To the jungle gods of jungle town

Of ass fault land and asphalt ground
Where mountainous pillars created by man
Topple and crumble at his command
Upon the hand of jungle man

I have seen this man I have herd him scream
I have seen his hand in a gory dream
Of gaudy goblins in soddy streams
Of murky water or so it seems

Yet, who remembers all that's seen
Upon the screen of a dream or in a dream serene
Entrapped between a laps of time in a time machine
And in the space of nothing more or nothing less
Than can be seen in this lapse of time in a time machine

People ask often if I'm joking
And where I've been and what I'm smoking
Or is that your number on that token
Or have you a card with your number written

049 Oh that's fine
Sorry to bother but the law is written
Enter in brother the boss is waiting
In there siting anticipating' contemplating
Of where you've been while he's been waiting

049 I hope you're fine for I know I am
For I now have been waiting' since ten
Its arter to ten again
Where have you been since then?
And have you been drinking or is that gin?


Well I have been nowhere since before then
So now we know that it is ten, but then again ten when
Did it begin at ten or was that a quarter before it should end
Or do you understand or misunderstand
It's but one big, and one little hand

Knock off the nonsense you blithering fool
Have you your sixpence for you know the rule
For no pence or no sense is the mark of a fool
Purchase from me this bright golden rule
I have not a sixpence but I know your rule
I have taken it for no cents so now you're the fool

Hark the bell's ringing, the butler is bringing
Some dinner for both of us fools
Please be partaking that which he's making
Was found in the Hobgoblins pool

It's murky and urky and looks like beef jerky
I am sure it was cooked in the pool

Thank you so kindly, but no thank you kindly
I would rather not eat if it's cool
For I must depart now and begin to start now
The end that is breaking my heart

It's such a pity, to live in this city
It's falling apart every day
While mountains are growing harvesting sowing
Crop after crop every day

And buildings are rumbling tumbling crumbling
Falling apart every day
While jungle man's standing Obeying the commanding
Ass fault god in his heart

Poof...

colonel_pepper_trey_haltom

Allow me to introduce my self. I am George Haltom III, and go by the name Trey Haltom. Colonel Pepper is actually a figment of my imagination.

After being mugged and knocked out cold, I find I have amnesia, and Colonel Pepper has left the building, Memories of Colonel Pepper have been driven out of my brain. That's including new material which will be made available by me, Trey Haltom. on colonelpepper.com, and has been made available to the world, only a few songs are left to be added to Colonel Pepper's Headquarters.

The album Colonel Pepper's Last Stand, was indeed the Colonel's Last Stand, but the new material will come on line as Angel's Wings.

River of Love

Jessica's Samba

by R. Paige

Falling Figs Music, BMI

The Minstrel's Journey

We sail across the Universe, and never leave the ground!

Inside This House by Naaman Antioch da Gypsy

Merry Christmas from Santa and the Naughty Girls

Merry Christmas from Santa and the Naughty Girls

Raggae Slide Show

Falling Figs Music Store

River of Love

My Last Goodbye