Sunday, September 27, 2026

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 501 & Part 502

 
Today is Sunday, the 27th of September 2026.

Twenty-Five, the tawny owl, woke up in the evening and found himself surrounded by the nine little red birds.

Did you notice that we passed the abandoned City of Centralia last week on our journey, our caravan to wherever we are going, wherever you are leading us, Twenty-Five, our leader, our guru? the red birds asked.

Kind of, the owl yawned. Mostly noticed the blocked streets and the smoke. But it looks like we got away unharmed. And I am glad that you did not bring up the name of the city last week. Would have been the first time one of our growing group was giving away one answer to the on-going city-song-quiz.

Weren't you afraid of the Centralia mine fire? the penguins asked.

The what? the chicks wanted to know.

The Centralia mine fire, the nine little red birds said, a coal-seam fire that has been burning in the labyrinth of abandoned coal mines underneath the borough of Centralia, Pennsylvania, United States, since at least May 27, 1962. Its original cause and start date are still a matter of debate. It is burning at depths of up to 300 feet over an 8-mile stretch of 3,700 acres. At its current rate, it could continue to burn for over 250 years. Due to the fire, Centralia was mostly abandoned in the 1980s. There were 1,500 residents at the time the fire is believed to have started, but as of 2017 Centralia has a population of 5 and most of the buildings have been demolished. Our grandmother told us all about it. She used to live there almost sixty years ago, before it got too hot.

Men invented fire, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys exclaimed, and they released it on nature.

I don't think that men invented fire, said the tawny owl, still yawning. They found it and they learned how to use it. But sometimes it gets out of control and cannot be extinguised for over 300 years.

Men are no Gods, they are Devils, exclaiming continued, by the six hear-no-evil-monkeys this time. They do invent and create only things to destroy nature.

Remember what David DeKok wrote in Unseen Danger: A Tragedy of People, Government, and the Centralia Mine Fire in University of Pennsylvania Press, 1986, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys added, 'This was a world where no human could live, hotter than the planet Mercury, its atmosphere as poisonous as Saturn's. At the heart of the fire, temperatures easily exceeded 1,000 degrees Fahrenheit. Lethal clouds of carbon monoxide and other gases swirled through the rock chambers.

That sounds like Hell. Don't Devils live in Hell? Aren't men your cousins? the chicks asked the monkeys. Aren't men your family?

But the monkeys had returned to doing what they could do best, see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil.

Will the Centralia Mine Fire burn our whole world?, all the chicks squeeked all alarmed.

Not tonight, said the fourteen hens trying hard to mother them chicks. And not tomorrow. As it has been for countless years, we will fall asleep tonight and wake up with the rising sun tomorrow.

The Sun, Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, mumbled to himself, the great ball of fire in the sky. Or as Rumi once said, 'I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.'

And twenty-seven water buffaloes joined 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 Is A Woman"

Bromford City spread herself before you
With her bangles and her spangles and her stars
You were impressed with the city so undressed
You had to go out cruising all the bars

Your business trip extended through the weekend
Suburban boy here for your first time
From the 27th floor above the Midtown roar
You were dazzled by her beauty and her crime

And she's every girl you've seen in every movie
Every dame you've ever known on late night TV
In her steam and steel is the passion you feel
Endlessly

Bromford is a woman, she'll make you cry
But to her you're just another guy

Look down and see her ruined places
Smoke and ash still rising to the sky
She's happy that you're here but when you disappear
She won't know that you're gone to say goodbye

And she's every girl you've seen in every movie
Every dame you've ever known on late night TV
In her steam and steel is the passion you feel
Desperately

Bromford is a woman, she'll make you cry
But to her you're just another guy


"Bromford"

I know there is a place for us
I'll find it in between your thighs
Of that I'm sure

Bromford is not far from there
I wish you knew the way to go
But I won't stop

And I can't see you smile
I feel so blind
I close my eyes
And dream of a foreign tide
Then dive

The words once told by Critias
Breathe through the walls
Of this undersea passageway

The Utopia becomes a song
The whispered sounds that led me on
Turn loud and strong

Cause when I close my eyes
The water thrives
My teardrops dry
I can feel I'm close to your heart
This time

The waves they come to me
The waves they flow with me
They come to take me down

Will I ever reach the light?
Will it be easy to survive this tide?
Or woll I have to drown for the rest of my life?

If I could then I would
And I'd love you for all time
I love you for all time

For many years I've been so lost
And now I have the chance to find
Uncharted sands

The drowned ones sing victorious
As I'm about to join them in demersal grounds

And I still have no plan for the way out
I close my eyes
And dream of your foreign tide
Then dive



Saturday, September 26, 2026

Full Corn Moon … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 499 & Part 500

 

Full Corn 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
When that MOON stole your shadows
When you can't save the ones you caught in battle


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Today is Saturday, the 26th of September 2026
Full Corn Moon

»How old do you have to become to see your 500th full moon?« Twenty-Five, the tawny owl wondered. »Older than an average owl's life?«

But maybe today we are celebrating the 500th of something completely different.

»My caravan is waiting for me,« the tawny owl sighed and took off into another evening.

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"Bromford Girl"

The devil MOON took me through the alley
Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale
To the Mews running through the backstreets
Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep
The devil MOON took me out of Soho
Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow
Sucked along by a winter shower
To stand beside your shining tower

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
Just the sound of your voice
Wherever I may be changes everything
And then the world's right with me
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
And I ain't got no choice

The light was going out, the MOON was dying
The night was turning to a fine Spring morning
The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting
The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain
When the cold winds come to find you
Blowing down from the top of the high rise
I'll come and take you back down to Soho
Away from all those mad men's eyes

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice


"Bromford"

Your multilingual business friend
Has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
And the lipstick, unmade bed
The mirror, on reflection
Has climbed back upon the wall
For the floor she found descended
And the ceiling was too tall

Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long

Town clock in the market square
Stands waiting for the hour
When its hands they both turn backward
And on meeting will devour
Both themselves and also any fool
Who dares to tell the time
And the sun and MOON will shadow
And the signpost cease to sign

Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long

Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long
Oh, your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long

Your trouser cuffs are dirty...




Wednesday, September 23, 2026

Bon Automne, Bon Automne … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 497 & Part 498

 
Today is Wednesday, the 23rd of September 2026.
Bon Automne, Bon Automne …

Seasons in the sands, Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl thinks, are running through my hands. Except I am an owl, and I don't have hands. Time is still slipping away, like sand through a hourglass. Still feeling down when the autumn has come …

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"Midnight In Bromford"

There's a whole lot of magic
When you're in Bromford
And I swear I've never seen
So many pretty women go by
And I can't stop from dancing
I'm spinning 'round like a clock
That's wound up too tight
I want to tell you 'bout all I see

Stars in my eyes that you would not believe
I'm a little funky wearin' out my shoes
Don't mean anything unless I'm dancin' with you
Midnight, midnight in Bromford
Midnight, midnight in Bromford

Donne mois ta main
Si je viens de loin
Je n'ai pas de remors te vouloir
Et te dsirer
Si je viens de loin
Moi je prux te parler de ma musique
Et parle moi de toi
Si tu veux me dire un jour bon quelque chose
J'ouvre un autre cot de ma vie et tu dpose
Si tu veux te sentir un moment comme moi
Tu regarde moi quand je danse avec toi

Midnight, midnight in Bromford
Midnight, midnight in Bromford

Well, we'll have another bottle
Monsieur Luigi
So we can toast the AUTUMN
Since it's all around
And I'll always remember
Singing in the park
When the rain
Came down
I want to tell you 'bout all I see

Stars in my eyes that you would not believe
I'm a little funky wearin' out my shoes
Don't mean anything unless I'm dancin' with you
Midnight, midnight in Bromford
Midnight, midnight in Bromford


"Bromford And The Slipping Of The Sun"

If you have any checked bags, they will be brought to the front of the station
To get to the front, walk down to the south end of the platform and cross left at the crosswalk
That′ll put you right in front of the depot
Look for a sign that says "Baggage Claim"
You should have your claim check handy to show the clerk
Give them a few minutes to get your bags to the front

If anyone is in need of a ride to the front of the station
Red Cap service will be provided on the platform
We do have one group that is going to go first
If you do need Red Cap service to arrive at the front
They will come back and pick you up on the platform and take you to the front of the station
Taxi cabs are located on the center boulevard in front of the depot

Bromford
Oh, ocean now, I come again before you
Rode along with you
In the slipping of the sun
Sun on dreamers
Repeat the faithful once again
Like water on the mountains, that
It's the slipping of the sun

Money is blank
Three days to go
This AUTUMN begins to focus
North claims the imperial throne totem
Fantastic
Dreams, lakes
Mountains
Fantastic