Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 515 & Part 516

Today is Friday, the 6th of November 2026.

Let go, folks, Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl shouted out to his caravan-crew. I have got the feeling we don't have much time. End of year is coming near and nearer, so I want you to remember what Joseph Campbell said.

Who is Joseph Campbell? all the cats whispered. Someone at Campbell Soup Company, Campbell's with the canned soups?

We don't know, the ten leopards admitted, but somebody should ask for the quote, or else the owl would be pissed for the next up-coming days.

We sacrifice ourselves, the tigers said and asked the tawny owl, What did Joseph Campbell say, oh, Twenty-Five, our leader, our guru?

He said, 'We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.' said Twenty-Five and couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had been mocked in one way or the other.

And six goats joined the twenty-nine sheep, the twenty-one rams, the thirteen other pigs, the five more cows, the twenty-seven water buffaloes, the nineteen oxen, the eleven hippopotamuses, the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, 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 United"

We watch you your expert double exes
It’s just like you to paint those whiter fences

It’s so polite it’s so polite it’s offensive it’s offensive
It’s so unright it’s so unright it’s a technical accept it

But who needs love when there’s Law & Order
And who needs love when there’s Southern Comfort
And who needs love at all

We stalk you your expert double exes
We oxidize you in your sleep there’s no exit there’s no exit

You’re on a roll you’re on a roll no one gets it no one gets it
Your honor no your honor can’t you protect us, protect us

But who needs love when there’s Law & Order
And who needs love when there’s Southern Comfort
And who needs love
Ahen the sandwiches are wicked and they know you at the Mac store

Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - I’m so excited
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - the blacks and beat kids
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - I’m getting frightened
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh - someday someday Bromford united

Bugsy Malone came to carry you home and they’re taking you all to the doctor
Burberry vices all sugary spices it’s nice but it’s not what I’m after
Sure, I admire you
Sure, you inspire me but you’ve been not getting back so
I’ll wait at the Sainbury’s countin’ my change making BANK on the upcoming roster

And we’ll stop you your expert double exes
Oh yeah, a big stock holder exxtra cold with 2 X’s
That never talking thing you do is effective it’s effective
Your shoulder’s icy colder-oh than a death wish than a death wish

But who needs love when there’s Law & Order
And who needs love when there’s Dukes of Hazard
And who needs love
When the sandwiches are wicked and they know you at the Mac store

Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - I’m so excited
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - the blacks and beat kids
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - they’re so excited
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - when I think about Bromford uniting
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - I’m getting frightened
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - the blacks, the blacks, the blacks, and beat kids
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - it’s so exciting
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - someday, someday, someday, someday, someday, someday

BROMFORD UNITED.

"Miss Bromford"

I got a fearful feather and it starts to glow
I feel it's something but it's not my own
I got to change the pattern cause they patter so loud
Nowadays I really know I've got to go

Good morning Miss Bromford
I feel good but I know your not coming
Good morning Miss Bromford
I feel good but I know your not coming

Hey...

And when my dear starts running I'll be out the door
I fish for hillies in the midnight hour
I start to find myself in the industry
And watch the people that belong to me

Good morning Miss Bromford
I feel good but I know your not coming
Good morning Miss Bromford
I feel good but I know your not coming

Hey and you wait another day for me
You worked so hard
You're waiting for another cub
We gonna end are nights togehter
We gonna make what noone ever

And if you jump from the queens bridge you're alright
2 lonely hearts just to slow to beat all time
And if the peer is gonna drag you up
Like holy Bromford on the nightmare cup

We gonna end our nights together
We gonna make what noone ever

I got a fearful feather and it starts to glow
Good Morning Miss Bromford
I feel it's something but it's not my own
Good Morning Miss Bromford
I got to change the pattern cause they patter so loud
Good Morning Miss Bromford
Nowadays I really know I've got to go
Good morning, La Belle and me...

Nevermore ... Part 2

Every Day is a good Day for Edgar Allan Poe...


Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven
[First published in 1845]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Sunday, the 1st of November 2026.
All Hallows' Day

 

Halloween … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 513 & Part 514

 

Today is Saturday, the 31st of October 2026.
Halloween

I hear the whispering and wailing of the souls.
Did you ever ask youselves?
Are Angels GHOSTS and GHOSTS angels?
Be careful tonigt.
Don't follow the pale lights.

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"Cemeteries Of Bromford"

At night they would go walking
'Til the breaking of the day
The morning is for sleeping
Through the dark streets they go searching
To see God in their own way
Save the night time for your weeping
Your weeping

Singing la, la, la, la, la, la
And the night over Bromford lay

So we rode down to the river
Where Victorian GHOSTS pray
For their curses to be broken
We go wandering 'neath the arches
Where the witches are and they say
There are GHOST towns in the ocean
The ocean

Singing la, la, la, la, la, la
And the night over Bromford lay

God is in the houses
And God is in my head
And all the cemeteries of Bromford
I see God come in my garden
But I don't know what He said
For my heart, it wasn't open
Not open

Singing la, la, la, la, la, la
And the night over Bromford lay

Singing la, la, la, la, la, la
There's no light over Bromford today

 

"Santa Bromford"

I don't worry anymore
Nothing like I did before
I don't worry
I just watch them rolling back
I don't worry anymore
'Cause it's all right, all right to see a GHOST
And I wanna see 'em go down in the river where they go
And I wanna see 'em rolling, rolling back
And I wanna see 'em go
'Cause it's all right, all right to see your GHOST

I'm gonna run to the river
Kiss my hand and wait
Gonna run to the river
Gonna throw a blue bouquet
'Cause they're gonna be cool happy genius heroes
I'm gonna miss 'em so much

I will settle in and dream
Of a slow and funny scene
I will settle in and watch 'em rolling back
I will settle in and dream
'Cause it's all right, all right to see a GHOST
And I wanna see 'em go down in the river where they go
And I wanna see 'em rolling, rolling back

I'm gonna run to the river
Kiss my hand and wait
Gonna run to the river
Gonna throw a blue bouquet
'Cause they're gonna be cool happy genius heroes
I'm gonna miss them so much

I'm gonna run to the river
Kiss my hand and wait
Gonna run to the river
Gonna send 'em on their way
'Cause they're gonna be cool happy genius heroes
I'm gonna miss them so much

Yeah, they're gonna be cool happy genius heroes
I'm gonna miss 'em so much