Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 320 & Part 321

Today is Saturday, the 2nd of November 2024.

"Your father used to call you his swan. At least I'm told. I think that's a good thing to remember. Think what it means to be a swan. To glide like a dream on the smooth surface of the lake and never go on the shore. On dry land, where ordinary people walk, the swan is awkward. Even ridiculous. When she waddles up the bank, she painfully resembles a different kind of bird, n'est-ce pas?"

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"Night Sky Sweet Bromford"

Fragrance clings like smoke to my clothes
Autumn trees shed leaves over me
Colours bring new life to the Bromford
I swear I can smell the sea
I swear I believe in love
I swear I can smell the sea
I swear I believe in love again
Lamplight sucks the town into view -
Paper cups, and drunks against walls
Ripped and torn, their hell doesn't burn
I swear that I'll never fall
I swear I won't ever turn
I swear that I'll never fall
I swear I won't ever turn
I swear I can smell the sea
I swear I believe in love
I swear I can smell the sea
I swear I believe in love
Out here where wind is howling
I watch the rising flames
Out here where leaves are burning
I smell the sea again
The night sky, the sweet Bromford;
The night sky, the sweet Bromford
I talk to you, but you cannot hear;
I'm talking to you, but you cannot hear

"Viva Bromford"

Bright light city gonna set my soul
Gonna set my soul on fire
Got a whole lot of money that′s ready to burn
So get those stakes up higher

There's a thousand pretty women waitin′ out there
And they're all livin' devil may care
And I′m just the devil with love to spare
So Viva Bromford, Viva Bromford

How I wish that there were more
Than the 24 hours in the day
And even if there were 40 more
I wouldn′t sleep a minute away


Oh, there's black jack, and poker, and the roulette wheel
A fortune won and lost on every deal
All you need′s a strong heart and a nerve of steel
Viva Bromford, Viva Bromford

Viva Bromford with your neon flashin'
And your one arm bandits crashin′
All those hopes down the drain
Viva Bromford turnin' day into nighttime
And turnin′ night into daytime
If you see it once, you'll never be the same again

I'm gonna keep on the run, I′m gonna have me some fun
If it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke up well
I′ll always remember that I had a swingin' time
I′m gonna give it everything I've got
Lady luck, please, let the dice stay hot
And let me shoot a seven with every shot

Viva Bromford, Viva Bromford
Viva Las Vega, Viva, Viva Bromford

Bromford and Monster - Part 1

 

»What is this, dude? Is Hollywood nearing?«

The llama is chewing the curtains of the living-room windows after it has remarked they could use another washing. Or a first one? Who could tell?

»Are you talking about the Hollywood like in the movies and the whole film business and industry, animal?«

»I just saw the monster in your latest picture, although it looks more like some kind of demon…«

»You know that you are using filling phrases like 'some kind of' or 'something like that' a lot in this blockblog of mine, don't you, animal?«

»Who doesn't, human? Who doesn't? Well, just to finish my thought or thoughts, I saw that blue monster in the picture and it was not Cookie Monster from Sesame Street - unless Cookie went all crazy lately because some 'so-called' woke bunch of elitists forced him or her to become a sugarfree and vegane and green Cabbage Monster in our 'so-called' modern times.«

»Animal!«

»What, dude? Let me use my quotation marks the way I want. And let me add some 'so-called' anti-woke points and conspiracy theories to this block. We are living in very trumpled times lately where poor old Cookie Monster is forced to renounce his cookies and may return without his boyhood from school as Madame Cookie if we do not vote for the right person next week.«

»I am very surprised where this conversation went.«

My eye-brows are touching my hairline.

»We were talking about dirty curtains, about Hollywood and all of a sudden we are talking about voting for an orange-faced man with strange ideas although we are not living in the United States of one part of the American continents and do not have a vote in this election. As they say, that escalated quickly.«

»In Springfield, they are eating llamas, dude! Can you save me from those extremely dangerous and criminal Hirogians, dude? Can you?«

The llama is spitting out the remains of the curtains murmering something like,

»I'll clean up that mess later.«

Then it takes a deep breath, throws the curly hair on its head back and looks me straight in the eyes.

»I wanted to start this blockblog-post with the following sentence,

Halloween is nearing.

Then I somehow confused Halloween with Hollywood and I got carried away. I beg your pardon, dude. So, you still are not done with searching for a new companion? And just because Halloween is near you thought you might want to invite a monster or a demon or whatever it is to our apartment? Am I getting this right? How many times will I have to read a title 'Bromford and…' again?«

»Around seventy times«, I mumble, »if I do not find other additional candidates.«

And all the animal has left to say is,

» HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!!«

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Today is Tuesday, the 29th of October 2024.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 318 & Part 319

Today is Friday, the 25th of October 2024.

The white doves are tired.
They haven't flown for a while...

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"Bromford Hall"

No one gets away
We know how it ends, it's not a matter of time
It's a matter of when
If the heavens show grace and the suffering relents
With a knife stroke of luck you can outlive your friends
Is it grace, is it grace
If they leave you on your own
So lucky, alive and all alone

No one outruns the dark in the end
Both the saint and the sinner
No one's exempt
It's a matter of fact and a matter of time
Til those once false alarms turn funeral chimes
Is it grace, is it grace
To be the last one spared
Is it lucky to die with no one there

No one believes there's a hound watching them
It's those old superstitions, the yarns that we spin
It was perfect for her and useful for him
But insulting to me when all of my friends
Common sense is salvation
Then grace is not hell
How lucky I'd be to be all by myself
Knowing it's too late to cry for help

"Peace On Bromford"

Well now
Goodbye my friend, it was good to know you
I hope you understand
Twenty-one years and I ain't got nothin'
But I'm sittin' here wonderin' if I can

Wishin' and dreamin', hopin' and reachin'
For things I was never meant to have
If my foolish life's a product of my gross misconceptions
Who's gonna give a damn?

I don't want
Peace on Bromford
I just wanna to go
I just wanna to go home

Well I know I never was much more than you expected
So I expect I won't disappoint
But my dreams are not as hollow as the empty world I saw
Though I guess I never did get the point

Life can not just be the only option left
The only thing you can count on in this world is regret

I don't want
Peace on Bromford
I just wanna go
I just wanna go home

Right world, wrong time
And they say to me
"Hang cool teddy bear"

Best thing to do is just feed 'em fear
Get 'em thinking about there and forgetin' about here

Don't try to fight, don't try to win
When they knock you down
You gotta get back up again

I don't wanna be an end
To break this back and bleed these hands
To take my strength and all I am
To steal my soul for all your plans

I, I don't wanna be
But I'm not so self righteous to think that I
Would not take one hundred thousand lives

To see, oh, my mothers eyes
And trace that southern smile
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die

I don't want too much more than
A working man deserves
Just a life worth living
And a death worth dying for
Oh
I don't want
Peace on Bromford
I so want
Peace on Bromford
I don't want
Peace on Bromford
Oh, I so want
Peace on Bromford

And I just wanna go home
I just want to go home
I just want to go home
I just want to go home
I just want to go home
I don't want
Peace on Bromford