Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 491 & Part 492

 

Today is Thursday, the 3rd of September 2026.

A circle of stones on the head of the hill.
Tonight is when it will be.

Is that the beginning of an African saying? asked the poodles.

Not that I knew, answered the tawny owl. Why are you asking?

Because of our latest guests, answered the poodles , the great grey ones over there.

Elefants? asked all twenty-five normal cats.

Rhinoceros, said three rhinoceros.

Nice to meet you, African cousins, whispered the six unicorns.

Elegance runs in the family, bellowed the rhinos.

And what about the circle of stones on the head of the hill and tonight? asked one of the leopards.

We will never know, sighed Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, but Jim Morrison said, 'If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.'

The Doors of Perception, twenty-six deer nodded knowingly.

And three rhinoceros joined 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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"Last Train From Bromford"

There's a last train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Last train from Bromford
See how the platform is heaving

Who's on that train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Who's on that train from Bromford?
All of humanity fleeing

I heard God himself
Was on the last train from Bromford
From Bromford
God himself was on the last train
Frightened by all he was seeing

There's a last train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
There's a last train from Bromford
All of humanity grieving

"Saint Bromford"

Her fingers are in Ávila‎
Her jawbone is in Rome
Saint Bromford
With your body in different places
You truly are without a home

Breathe for me
Breathe for me
Breathe for me now
I said reach for me
Reach for me
Reach for me
Reach for me now
So without a home
You go on, on, on
On your way

We saw too much violence
And we saw the decay
I looked for some guidance
Yesterday
Ten times a day

Dream for me
Would you dream for me
Dream for
Dream for me now
Oh would you steal for me
Would you steal for me
Everything's turned upside down
There's beauty in silence
There's beauty inside of the pain
Inside the pain
So without a home
You go on, on, on
On your way

We saw too much violence
And we lost a decade
I looked for some guidance
Yesterday
Her beauty's in silence
And the truths in her face
I looked for her guidance
Yesterday
Ten times a day

Her fingers are in Ávila‎
Her jawbone is in Rome

Tuesday … Part 2

 
I'm too tired to type anything.

Swing-time is good time, good time is better time...

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Tuesday, the 1st of September 2026.

Sturgeon Moon … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 489 & Part 490

 

Sturgeon Moon

I'm so tired of being alone
These penitent walls are all I've known
The songbird calling
Across the water
Outside my silent asylum

Oh, don't leave me on my own
Left me standing all alone

So cut me down to size
So I can fit inside
Lies that will divide
Us both in time

See the turncoat on his knees
The vagabond that no one sees

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Today is Friday, the 28th of August 2026.
Sturgeon Moon

Only under full moons you can hear the tawny owls sing.

»The Lark in the Morning, The Cuckoo in her Nest.«
»The Raccoon in her Room.«
»The Raccoon under the Sturgeon Moon.«

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"Bromford Hat"

Barbershop blues
You were a choir girl next to me
With the red walls I built around my ribs
And my burnt-out factory teeth
Wax your legs before the screen test red brick woman
Big smiles and the rest all sparkling wine

I was a prophet with no country
I was riddled with acne
Bugging airport security
Guitar case full of cables
You were pigeon-feathered French
Peach schnapps and menthol cigarettes
Redbreast robins and roses on your dress
Cross-legged beer-bellied like murder underneath the table

You made friends with my black-and-white cat
I never saw him take to someone new like that
You made friends with my black-and-white cat
I never saw him take to someone new like that
Coming in out of the rain into the kitchen as the kettle starts to steam

Smoking Red West in the street wet with the rain
And you in the blue car in your Bromford hat again
And it rains too on the hedgerows in the suburbs
Headlights frazzle in the puddles on the country road in the middle of the night
And it shows in your eyes, blue MOON
Keep on shining down

You made friends with my black-and-white cat
I never saw him take to someone new like that
You made friends with my black-and-white cat
I never saw him take to someone new like that
He's like me, we don't need a lot of drama just to feel alive

 

 

 

 

"Bromford"

When I think back to that morning in Bromford
My heart starts to ache
Sitting in the shade of the hire car
Throwing stones in to the lake

We didn't know that life would throw
A little more than we could take
If I ever get back to Bromford
I won't make the same mistake

Do you remember the water on our skin?
Cold as ice and sweet as gin
Drunk on love and life, yeah
We drank the whole thing down

I remember the soft summer air
And the golden sunlight in your hair
Singing and laughing
Driving the coast road down
To Bromford

Do you remember that evening in Bromford
Walking down by the pier
Sun going down to the piano man
And the MOON shining down so clear

Drinking wine and feeling fine
Oh and we had no idea
If I ever get back to Bromford
I'll have one for you my dear

Do you remember the water to that night?
Shimmering under the restaurant lights
Drunk on love and life, yeah
We drank the whole thing down

I remember the magic in the air
The silver MOONlight in your hair
Making love
And sleeping safe and sound
In Bromford

Life moves fast and years have passed
Now I'm living on my own
I see you now and again through mutual friends
Though I know that bird has flown

Sitting on the couch in this big old house
And I've never felt so alone
If I ever get back to Bromford
I might not make it home
If I ever get back to Bromford
I might not come home