Monday, May 11, 2026

Bromford and Crocodile …

 

»See you later alligator, … «

»… after 'while crocodile? Come on, dude. Is that all you can think of after you have taken pictures with crocodiles? «

»Come on… yourself, animal.  That's all thinking of you will get for this muddy Monday … «

»You mean moody Monday? «

»Whatever. «

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Today is Monday, the 11th of May 2026.

Saturday, May 09, 2026

Bromford and Gnu …

 

It is early morning in the savannah. A single old male gnu steps out of the dry grass towards the waterhole without noticing the hunting pride of three lionesses. Every step closer to the water also brings the hidden huntresses closer. Watch out, Gnu! They are stalking you!

On the other side of the waterhole, a meerkat and a warthog are looking up, turning their heads from side to side. Something is wrong! They lower their breakfast made of slimy worms and crunchy beetles which tastes a bit like chicken. Slowly, they back into the tall grass to hide.

Just to return with a theatrical jump, waving jazz-hands, and bursting into song:

🎵 Hakuna matata, what a wonderful phrase
Hakuna matata, ain't no passin' craze
It means no worries for the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna matata 🎵

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»And in the jungle, the lion sleeps tonight? «

The llama is interrupting my early morning train of thoughts.

»Spoilsport, « I mumble.

»And what is wrong with that gnu in the picture, dude? Who is the man? Who is the gnu? Which is which? And who is who?«

»Maybe it is a were-gnu, a man by day and a gnu in the pale moonlight. One morning a gnu got bitten by a man, or a man got bitten by a gnu one night, all by the waterhole in the savannah. And now they are cursed to turn into eachother every now and than. «

»You are talking a lot of shit, dude! Gnu-shit! «

»Animal! Watch you mouth! Or we will have to wash it with soap.«

»Ah, bite me! « the animal remarks and walks out on the rooftop terrace.

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Today is Saturday, the 9th of May 2026.

Wednesday, May 06, 2026

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 445 & Part 446

 
Today is Wednesday, the 6th of May 2026.

Thank you. If you appreciate the tuning so much I hope you'll enjoy the playing more.

Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl, was wearing an imaginary tailcoat like a penguin suit and bowing to an imaginary audience like a conductor.

Or, as Jack Kerouac once said, 'Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream.'

And the seventeen penguins articulated soundless words with their beaks, What is wrong with him?

And so six unicorns joined the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, 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"

Brand new popes and kings
Owning all the things
I need to survive
If i am alive
It will be made
And fully paid
But bought instead
Of breaking bread
Danton waking me
Texting on t.v
About a place that’s real
But close enough to feel
It in my brain
A rolling pain
Of churning dread
Inside my head
God is pumping me all full of lead
Oh no!
Here comes Robespierre
But i’m too tired to care
He came to k!ll the king
So kiss his freedom ring
Like only he
Can truly see
The way to be
For really free
To live beyond your means
But beneath your being
Stay hungry to believe
In messianic thieves
Who feel that free
Post-human beings
Can eat and breathe
Believe in bread
God is pumping me all full of lead
What’s unloading on me’s filling up my soul
But i’m not dead
Just full of lead
Is reloading Jeremiah’s broken yoke
But i’m not dead
Jeremiah
Just full of lead
Jeremiah
Oh yeah!
Pirates, popes, and kings
Repeat everything
Century 21
Flux and opinion
Before my eyes
And in disguise
But it’s a prize
To see as me
Until I’m dead
God is pumping me all full of lead


"Her To The Bromford"

We live in a troubling age

Falling leaves in an unearthly autumn light
Become the frame
And chip my curse away
Above the waves you can still see where we drown
No looking down
Oblivion's oblivion
You're not the be' and end-all
You breathe the city air
You count the carrion
You're not the be' and end-all
You've got pain
You've got rage
Well
We'll hold the front page

We live in a troubling age

All that breathes is a chorus of peace tonight
I kiss your name
And fold your words away
Above the clouds big sister does her rounds
And sees us both so clear
From thirty worlds away
Her to the Bromford as I to you forever
The gentle circling
The endless circling
Her to the Bromford as I to you forever
And if I hold your gaze
How you take to the stage

We live in a troubling age
But the world has given me arms for you
Stay my bonny girl, stay
I couldn't leave go if I wanted to
All roads lead to your door
Since moonlight honoured our first embrace
Stay my bonny girl, stay
Stay my bonny girl, stay