Trey Haltom

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I have added several songs to my music list, and have connected the YouTube Videos to each of them. There are plenty more to come, so keep in touch. My book The Falling Figs Journal is available on (expired link) and Barns and Noble on line. The book is an autobiography pertaining to the first few years of my priesthood, and travels around the USA from California to New York City and back. It has the lyrics to over twenty original songs by me and my brother Rodney Paige Haltom.

I am working on a Kindle version of the journal that will include the mp3 music as well as the mp4 video picture shows we have created. I'll post a link as soon as it is finished. .

Sailor's Destiny is one of my favorite songs, play it and you can understand why. I wrote the song after meeting a U. S. Navy sailor who was heading out, but his destination was sealed, and he didn't know where exactly he was bound. This came at a time when Iraq had invaded Iran, and the Middle East was in severe turmoil. So I did my best to express his sentiments. as he was Wondering What's My Destiny.

Every night in my sleep under those old wooden rails, I dream of my Genie in white surfer tails.

This is the first song I ever wrote for my Junior High School girlfriend Jeanne

Near the end of the Vietnam War I had the opportunity to perform for the troops stationed in Vietnam on a USO Tour. But it never happened! President Nixon told General Westmoreland to make sure I was booked for the USO Tour of December in 1972. However the road to peace would require the massive bombing of Hanoi by our B-52 Bombers. The airstrike lasted for eight full days, and became known as the Christmas Bombings. It was the most intense bombing campaign of the Vietnam War. The President’s strategy worked: the peace treaty was signed, and our troops began to come home. There was no need for Bob Hope and the beauties that accompanied him on the annual Christmas USO show.

Recently I posted, quite publically, my support for our bombers, and all of the Armed Forces that are finding themselves deep in the wallows of this quagmire of dire situations and mortal combat. Dropping a MOAB Mother of All Bombs on Syria, rattling our sabers, and deploying battle ships, aircraft carriers, and whatever else the Pentagon Brass believe is necessary to send a clear message to North Korea that our Commander in Chief is a real business man; and come Hell or high-water, he means business.

If it seems to you like we are in a period of great tribulations; like in the end times, according to the Book of Revelations: then I would concur. John Lennon and George Harrison were two of the angels described in the ninth chapter of Revelations: The Locusts with faces like men and hair like women, who had power in their voices, with breastplates of steel and tails like scorpions, and the sound of their Wings would be as horses and chariots going into battle. Even though two woes would soon pass, they would not harm the grass of the Earth, or any green thing. The purpose of their mission was to torment those people who were without the Seal of God in their forehead.

Supporting war is never a popular notion, but sometimes you have to do unto them others before they do it to you. Furthermore, without all this escalation of hostilities President Trump will never be able to lead us straight into Armageddon, and fulfill the final prophesies that allow the Return of Jesus Christ, and the beginning of the thousand year reign of peace here on Mother Earth. So Let it be. Let’s finally get ourselves back to the garden, because that is my job as the angel mentioned in the same chapter of Revelations describing the Beatles.

This is all explained in my book, the Falling Figs Journal Volume 1. It’s available on (expired link) and Barns & Noble too. These printed versions will be a collector’s item in the near future, because they will no longer be made available when the next edition is published. So in the meantime you can request a free PDF version as my gift to you, compliments of Falling Figs Music BMI.

In closing I want to remind you all that on Saturday May 6 at 11:00 am we will begin celebrating my 70th birthday, which just might be like a bunch of Angels partying like rock stars. My son Jonah Haltom will perform with his band, and afterwards I’ll play a few tunes with my special guests, The Cosmic Stardust Cowboys. So RSVP then get ready to Blast off from the Sunny Slopes of Phoenix.

And I will Remain Forever Yours

Trey Haltom, BMI ~ Singer/Songwriter
Falling Figs Music Publishing Company
Colonel Oliver Wimbleton Pepper IV BMI

A True Story from the Center of the Universe, Cornville, Arizona. Watch it at (expired link). Colonel Pepper, and Falling Figs Music helped produce this interesting hour long movie. If you like it say so, if not say so anyway.

The unexpected passing of Colonel Oliver Wimbleton Pepper went as unnoticed as his fifty year attempt to gain public attention for his artistic endeavors and his extraordinary body of work. Colonel Pepper was not a figment of John Lennon’s imagination sailing up river in a Walrus Gunboat; or an unsung hero rising from the ashes of the Vietnam Conflict on The Long and Winding Road home. He was the Fool on the Hill; as an unrecognized genius with many talents that only a few could even see during his frequent comings and goings.

Oliver Wimbleton Pepper was an advocate for the legalization of marijuana since the mid sixties, and believed compassionate regulation was the solution to those antiquated laws and Draconian Prohibitions that prevailed. He stood his ground in The War on Drugs; while still seeing eye-to-eye with President Nixon’s desire to find a way out of Vietnam with an exit stratagem designed to leave our honor intact, even as the troops retreat.

The Road to Peace, authored by President Nixon, was sent direct to Oliver from the White House. The package included a letter signed by Nixon expressing optimism this strategy would end the bloodshed and mayhem in South Vietnam. Well, at least for our own troops and allies. Later that year while the Peace Talks dragged on, President Nixon told General Westmoreland to see to it that Trey Haltom (AKA) Oliver Wimbleton Pepper was included in the USO tour to entertain the soldiers fighting in Vietnam during that upcoming Christmas. Oliver had the right song in mind to sing that would describe both our Homeland War on Drugs, featuring men in trench coats buttoned down; and the Battle Cry of young pilots who would strafe the town and bomb the people in ~

The 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 Vietnam
Without a badge to get me by
Or uniform or plane to fly

I snuck in through Cambodia
Just because God told me to
So who am I to disobey
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 your dead

And the Orders Were:

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

Throw some candy to the children
Wait until they gather ‘round
Then take your forty-millimeter boy
And mow them little mothers down

Oliver did get around and could leave a lasting impression in his wake; by that I mean like when he gave a eulogy for his alter-ego’s funeral while posing as Dr. R. C. Richards III; a recent graduate from the University of Colorado, with a PhD in Psychology. This was the grown son of a dear friend, and grandson of Retired Congressman Richard C. Richards, of Daytona Beach, Florida. This episode is described by Colonel Pepper in his own book, the Falling Figs Journal Volume 1, the unfinished autobiography that depicts the first leg of his journey to fame and fortune, which also eluded him.

After leaving Florida, the first leg of the second journey found Oliver doing income taxes for the oil rig workers of Kermit, Texas. The Income Tax Service that his grandmother had been building since the 1930’s, and served the likes of Lee Trevino and his partner Don Whittington, loyal clients long before Lee hit the Pro Circuit.

It may be a mystery to some just how Oliver became acquainted with President Nixon, but the Genesis of this friendship came with the invention of wireless transmission of digital data. The idea came while transferring data from a Radio Shack TRS-80 computer on the 61/2 inch floppy disks to a more modern system with the new 1.4 MB disk. The thought occurred that it would be nice if we could send this data between computers by radio or micro waves, His dad thought that this was quite possible, and soon the Com Center System developed by George Haltom Jr. was beta tested by the CIA in Santiago, Chile, then the first system was installed at the Western White House, in San Clementine, California, for President Richard M. Nixon.

It seems like Colonel Pepper is the actual Father of Wi-Fi, and he can only say "Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Mr. Al Gore who once claimed to be the inventor of the internet !!!

for furtuer updates contact Thaddeus E. Zekliel, at thaddeusezekiel656@(expired link)

Thanks

Thaddeus E. Zekiel
Falling Figs Music Publishing Company, BMI