Thursday, October 30, 2025

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 399 & Part 400

Today is Thursday, the 30th of October, 2025.

Who let the dogs out?, two-hundred-thirty-one cats screamed like two-hundred-thirty-one out-of-tune violins.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Twenty-Five, the tawny owl began.

He let the dogs out?

No, the owl replied, Friedrich Nitzsche said, Some people don't find their heart until they lose their head.

And thirty dogs joined the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, the eleven ninja-cats, the three pouting cats, the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smiles, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitoes, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds, and the one little tawny owl…

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"Bromford Roller"

Eagle lands on my Bromford
Six feet under, I'm dead and gone
Said, someone dancing on your grave
Shake off the dust and live again

A hundred ways that a man can die
He come back if he really try
Said, sunlight on the water's edge
Shake off the dust and live again

A new-born babe with an old man's face
Sleep all night and he cry all day
Blue-eyed boy how still he lay
Shake off the dust and live again






















"That's How I Got to Bromford"

If you love somebody enough you'll follow wherever they go
That's how I got to Bromford, that's how I got to Bromford
If you love somebody enough you'll go where your heart wants to go

That's how I got to Bromford, that's how I got to Bromford.

I know if you'd seen her you'd tell me 'cause you are my friend
I've got to find her and find out the trouble she's in
And if you tell me she' not here you can follow the trail of her tears
That's how I got to Bromford, that's how I got to Bromford.

She'd get mad and she used to say that she'd come back to Bromford some day
That's how I got to Bromford, that's how I got to Bromford
I haven't eaten a bite or slept for three days and nights
That's how I got to Bromford, that's how I got to Bromford.

I've got to find her and tell her that I love her so
I'll never rest till I find out why she had to go
So thank you for your precious time, forgive me if I start to cryin'
That's how I got to Bromford, that's how I got to Bromford...




Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 397 & Part 398

 
Today is Wednesday, the 22nd of October, 2025.

What are these fellows?, asked the penguins. Are they smell-no-evil-monkeys? And if they are why don't they hold their noses?

You mean why they don't press them shut to avoid an evil smell?, asked the caterpillars.

Whatever, answered the penguins.

There are four monkeys, the hipster-cats yelled. There have always been four monkeys!

And in the end, four smiling cats smiled, they are only face-monkeys.

And you always have to face a face, grinned the grinning cats.

'The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing,' said Socrates, yawned Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl of the year that was called like the owl.

And twenty-two face-monkeys joined the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, the eleven ninja-cats, the three pouting cats, the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smiles, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitoes, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds, and the one little tawny owl…

🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡
🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡 🐡

"Holiday In Bromford"

I won a competition in a little column in my local paper
So I packed my bags and flew across the sea all on my local paper
I sailed to Hawaii in the U.S.A.
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Bromford

I didn't realize it was commercialized when I unpacked my cases
Because a genuine Hawaii ukulele cost me thirty guineas
And even when I'm swimming, I have to pay
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Bromford
Oh yeah, yeah!


Across the coral sands, I saw a hula hula dancer looking pretty
I asked her where she came from and she said to me "I come from New York City
And my mother is Italian and my dad's a Greek"
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Bromford

It's a hooka hooka on the shiny briny on the way to Kona
And in a little shack they had a little sign that said "Coca Cola"
And even all the grass skirts were PVC
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Bromford
Oh yeah, yeah!

In Bromford
In Bromford



"Bromford"

Here it comes, another lonely day, playing the game
I′ll sail away on a voyage of no return to see
If eternal life is meant to be
And if I find the key to the eternal dream

The painted ladies of the Avalon play in the sun, take to the road
To the North, there lies the chills of cold
To the South, there lies the tales untold
But in-between, there lies the place to close your eyes

And I will stay
I'll not be back, Bromford
I will be free, yeah
Of the world, Bromford

"Say goodbye," the city's heroes sing
Bird on the wing, feel, feel so free
Oh, the life upon the rooftop haze
All the cheating and the broken days
So through it all, I see
There's nothing left for me

So I will stay
I'll not be back, Bromford
I will be free
Of the world, Bromford

Sitting here on top of everywhere
What do I care? Days never end
Though the voyage's end will soon be here
No eternal life is here for me
Oh, and now I found the key
To the eternal dream

Then I will stay
I'll not be back, Bromford
I will be free
Of the world, Bromford
Then I will stay
I'll not be back, Bromford


Friday, October 17, 2025

Bromford and Honey-Bee ...

 

»Honey, I'm home! What's the buzz tonight?«

Did the llama leave the penthouse at all today? Or why is it staging its return this way?

»This is my present roommate and animal companion,« I try to introduce the animal to my guest tonight as the llama is dramatically entering the living room.

»Is that a honey-bee?« the llama asks.

»I think so,« I answer.

»What's their name?«

»Couldn't figure it out yet,« I say. »It is only buzzing.«

»Do honey-bees do hibernation? Or what do they do in winter times?«

»Never thought about that, llama,« I have to admit.

»Some people and especially some animals say, the bees are leaving planet Earth because it is going to the dogs,« the llama says. »As are the dolphins.«

And after a longer pause of silence, »... and the ducks. There used to be ducks on that pond in the village. But now they are all gone.«

»What are you talking about, animal?« I ask.

»I don't know, dude,« the animal says, I don't know. »But did you know that honey is not vegane? It is produced by enslaved creatures who are not giving it willingly. As is milk. But the only water in the forest is the river.«

And during our senseless banter we did not notice that the honey-bee has left the penthouse on the roof top above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building and skyscraper on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, buzzing into the autumn evening through the glassdoor to the roof terrace.

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Today is Friday, the 17th of October, 2025.