Quarto decimo septimo Decembris duo milia ...

I sense big changes coming along...

Do you remember the day the cow fell from the sky and crashed the roof of the Bromford Cathedral?

Well, the cow didn't fall exactly out of the blue sky. It fell from a spaceship. From my spaceship. And today I am sitting here waiting for that spaceship to return.

I am waiting for that spaceship to take me home to my planet in the outer rim.

I guess you just believe me when they take you to my planet.

And I can almost here you ask, aren't you the man who kept on praying every day for a life without repeats.

I pray every day for a life without repeats. I pray every day for a life without repeats. I pray every day for a life without repeats.

And now everything is coming back. The Bromford Cathedral, the cow, my alien ancestors, the Llama and my mental problems.

It's to be a very good year...

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 28

"Sailing To Bromford"

I am Bromford Bibble

I am a Geordie boy

A glass of wine with you, Ir

And the ladies I'll enjoy

All Durham and Northumberland

Is measured up by my own hand

It was my fate from birth

To make my mark upon the earth

He calls me Bromford Bibble

A stargazer am I

It seems that I was born

To chart the evening sky

They'd cut me out for a baking bread

But I had other dreams instead

This baker's boy from the west country

Would join the Royal Society

We are sailing to Bromford

A world away from the coaly Tyne

Sailing to Bromford

To draw the line

A Bromford-Bibble line

Now you're a good surveyor, Bibble

But I swear you'll make me mad

The west will kill us both

You gullible Geordie lad

You talk of liberty

How can America be free

A Geordie and a baker's boy

In the forests of the Iroquois

Now hold your head up, Bromford

See America lies there

The morning tide has raised

The capes of Delaware

Come up and feel the sun

A new morning has begun

Another day will make it clear

Why your stars should guide us here

We are sailing to Bromford

A world away from the coaly Tyne

Sailing to Bromford

To draw the line

A Bromford-Bibble line

A Bromford-Bibble line

This is it . This is the end of this. Believe it or not. See you, llama. See you, folks.

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 27

"Hotel Bromford"

On a dark desert highway

Cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas

Rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light

Head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

Had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway

Heard the mission bell

I was thinking to myself

This could be heaven or this could be hell

Then she lit up a candle

She showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor

I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel Bromford

Such a lovely place

(such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel Bromford

Any time of year

(any time of year)

You can find it here

Her mind is tiffany twisted

She got the Mercedes Benz, uh

She got a lot of pretty pretty boys that she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember

Some dance to forget

So I called up the captain

Please bring me my wine

He said

We haven't had that spirit here since 1969

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel Bromford

Such a lovely place

(such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

They livin' it up at the Hotel Bromford

What a nice surprise

(what a nice surprise)

Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling

Pink champagne on ice

And she said

We are all just prisoners here of our own device

In their masters' chambers

They gathered for the feast

Stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back to the place I was before

Relax said the night man we are programmed to receive

You can check out any time you like but you can never leave

Thank you

Thank you

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 26

"First We Take Bromford"

They sentenced me to 20 years of boredom

For trying to change the system from within

I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them

First we take Bromford, then we take Berlin

I'm guided by a signal in the heavens (Guided, guided)

I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin (I am guided by)

I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons (Ooh, ooh)

First we take Bromford, then we take Berlin

I'd really like to live beside you, baby

I love your body and your spirit and your clothes

But you see that line there moving through the station?

I told you, I told you, told you I was one of those

Ah, you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win

You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline

How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin

First we take Bromford, then we take Berlin

I don't like your fashion business, mister

And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin

I don't like what happened to my sister

First we take Bromford, then we take Berlin

I'd really like to live beside you, baby

I love your body and your spirit and your clothes

But you see that line there moving through the station?

I told you, I told you, told you I was one of those

And I thank you for those items that you sent me, ha ha ha ha

The monkey and the plywood violin

I practiced every night, now I'm ready

First we take Bromford, then we take Berlin

I am guided

Ah, remember me, I used to live for music (Baby)

Remember me, I brought your groceries in (Ooh, baby, yeah)

Well, it's Father's Day, and everybody's wounded

First we take Bromford, then we take Berlin

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 25

I don't know how to stop. I don't know how to stop. I don't know how to stop. I don't know how to stop. I don't know how to stop. I was never good in making choices so I will post all the songs I found.

"Via Bromford"

I dreamed about killing you again last night

And it felt alright to me

Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies

I sat and watched you bleed

Buried you alive in a fireworks display

Raining down on me

Your cold, hot blood ran away from me

To the sea

I painted my name on the back of a leaf

And I watched it float away

The hope I had in a notebook full of white, dry pages

Was all I tried to save

But the wind blew me back via Bromford

In the middle of the night

And all without fight

At the crush of veils and starlight

I know I'll make it back

One of these days and turn on your TV

To watch a man with a face like mine

Being chased down a busy street

When he gets caught, I won't get up

And I won't go to sleep

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Via Bromford

Where the cups are cracked and hooked

Above the sink, they make me think

Crumbling ladder tears don't fall

They shine down your shoulders

And crawling is screw faster lash

I blow it with kisses

I rest my head on a pillowy star

And a cracked door moon

That says I haven't gone too far

Searching for a home

Searching for a home

Searching for a home

Via Bromford

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Oh, and almost forgot...

MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!

Could have looked for another Christmas song...

But who cares?

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 24

"Oh Little Town Of Bromford"

O little town of Bromford,

How still we see thee lie!

Above thy deep and dreamless sleep

The silent stars go by.

Yet in thy dark streets shineth

The everlasting Light;

The hopes and fears of all the years

Are met in thee to-night.

O morning stars, together

Proclaim the holy birth!

And praises sing to God the King,

And peace to men on earth.

For Christ is born of Mary

And gathered all above,

While mortals sleep the Angels keep

Their watch of wondering love.

How silently, how silently,

The wondrous gift is given;

So God imparts to human hearts

The blessings of His Heaven.

No ear may hear His coming,

But in this world of sin,

Where meek souls will receive Him still,

The dear Christ enters in.

Where children pure and happy

Pray to the blessed Child,

Where misery cries out to Thee,

Son of the Mother mild;

Where Charity stands watching

And Faith holds wide the door,

The dark night wakes, the glory breaks,

And Christmas comes once more.

O holy Child of Bromford,

Descend to us, we pray!

Cast out our sin and enter in,

Be born in us to-day.

We hear the Christmas angels,

The great glad tidings tell;

O come to us, abide with us,

Our Lord Emmanuel

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 23

"Bromford"

In Bromford, by the wall

you were five foot ten inches tall

It was very nice

candlelight and Dubonnet on ice

We were in a small cafe

you could hear the guitars play

It was very nice

it was paradise

You're right and I'm wrong

hey babe, I'm gonna miss you now that you're gone

One sweet day

Oh, you're right and I'm wrong

you know I'm gonna miss you now that you're gone

One sweet day

One sweet day

In a small, small cafe

we could hear the guitars play

It was very nice

candlelight and Dubonnet on ice

Don't forget, hire a vet

he hasn't had that much fun yet

It was very nice

hey honey, it was paradise

You're right and I'm wrong

oh babe, I'm gonna miss you now that you're gone

One sweet day

You're right, oh, and I'm wrong

you know I'm gonna miss you now that you're gone

One sweet day

One sweet day

One sweet day, one sweet day

oh, one sweet day

One sweet day, baby-baby, one sweet day

one sweet day, one sweet day

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 22

"Bromford Skyline"

We sit and watch umbrellas fly

I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry

I hear myself say

"My boat's leaving now"

So we shake hands and cry

Now I must wave goodbye, wave goodbye

Wave goodbye, wave goodbye

Wave goodbye, wave goodbye

You know

I don't want to cry again

I don't want to cry again

I don't want to say goodbye

I don't want to cry again

I don't want to run away

I don't want to race this pain

I'll never see your face again

Oh but how

How can you say

That I didn't try?

You see things in the depths of my eyes

That may love's run dry

No

We leave to their goodbyes

I've come to depend on the look in their eyes

My blood's sweet for pain

The wind and the rain bring back words of a song

And they say wave goodbye, wave goodbye

Wave goodbye, wave goodbye

Wave goodbye, wave goodbye

But you know

I don't want to fall again

I don't want to look this pain

I don't want another friend

I don't want to try again

I don't want to see you hurt

Don't let me see you hurt

I don't want to cry again

I'll never see your face again

How can you say

That I didn't try?

You know I did

You see things in the depths of my eyes

My love's run dry

I don't want to cry again

So I read to myself

A chance of a lifetime to see new horizons

On the front page

A black and white picture

Of Bromford skyline

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 21

"Leaving Bromford"

It's quiet now and what it brings is everything

Comes calling back, a brilliant night, I'm still awake

I looked ahead, I'm sure I saw you there

You don't need me to tell you now that nothing can compare

You might have laughed if I told you

You might have hidden your frown

You might have succeeded in changing me

I might have been turned around

It's easier to leave than to be left behind

Leaving was never my proud

Leaving Bromford, never easy

I saw the light fading out

Now life is sweet, and what it brings I tried to take

But loneliness, it wears me out, it lies in wait

And all not lost, still in my eye

Shadow of necklace across your thigh

I might have lived my life in a dream, but I swear it, this is real

Memory fuses and shatters like glass

Mercurial future, forget the past

But it's you, it's what I feel

You might have laughed if I told you (It's pulling me apart)

You might have hidden your frown (Change)

You might have succeeded in changing me (It's pulling me apart)

I might have been turned around (Change)

It's easier to leave than to be left behind (It's pulling me apart)

Leaving was never my proud (Change)

Leaving Bromford, never easy (It's pulling me apart)

I saw the light fading out

You find it in your heart

It's pulling me apart

You find it in your heart

Change

I told you forever (Find it in your heart)

I love you forever (It's pulling me apart)

I told you I love you (Find it in your heart)

I love you forever (Change)

I told you forever (Find it in your heart)

I love you forever (It's pulling me apart)

I told you I love you (Find it in your heart)

I love you forever (Change)

(You never, you never told me forever)

You might have laughed if I told you (It's pulling me apart)

You might have hidden your frown (Change)

You might have succeeded in changing me (It's pulling me apart)

I might have been turned around (Change)

It's easier to leave than to be left behind (It's pulling me apart)

Leaving was never my proud (Change)

Leaving Bromford, never easy (It's pulling me apart)

I saw the light fading out (Change)

Leaving Bromford, never easy (It's pulling me apart)

I saw the light fading out (Change)

Leaving Bromford, never easy (It's pulling me apart)

I saw the light fading out (Change)

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 20

"Riding to Bromford"

Well, I met him in Minnesota,

He was dark and overcast.

With long, grey hair and eyes that stared

Through me like I was glass.

I asked "Where are you going to?"

He said, "I'm the wind I'm just blowing through."

He lit up a cigarette and began to talk.

"The doctors told me that my body won't hold me,

My lungs are turning black.

Been a lucky strike's fool since I was at school and there ain't no turning back.

They can't tell me how long I've got,

Maybe months but maybe not,

So I'm taking this bike and riding to Bromford.

'Cause I wanna see my grand-daughter one last time,

Wanna hold her close and feel her tiny heartbeat next to mine.

Wanna see my son and the man he's become,

Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done,

And I'd do it if I had to walk.

Oh, I'm taking this bike and riding to Bromford

Through the forests of Wisconsin that I knew as a boy,

Past the sky line of Chicago,

Round the lakes of Illinois.

I lay my head in a motel bed where my back is sore and my eyes turn red,

Listen to the trucks roll past my door.

Through the fields of Ohio as the sunshine paints them gold.

I run just like a river runs, rapid, quick and cold.

And fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turnpike tolls.

And I won't stop 'till I get to Bromford.

'Cause I wanna see my grand-son one last time.

Wanna see his eyes sparkling and stare back into mine.

Now my time is shorter,

I wanna see my daughter,

Tell her I'm sorry for the things I taught her

And I'd do it if I had to walk.

Oh, I'm taking this bike and riding to Bromford.

And I'd go up to the churchyard one last time,

Lay flowers down for the woman who gave me the best years of my life,

And I'd do it if I had to walk.

Yeah, I'd do it if I had to walk.

I'm taking this bike and riding to Bromford."

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 19

"Bromford Wasn't Built in a Day"

Close your eyes my love

fill your sleep with dreams

words stray endlessly

flow like pouring rain

feel the time go by

till it slaps you in the face

in your corner of the sky

where you leave me

to answer my question

will I miss someone?

Bromford wasn't built in a day

wasn't built in a

Bromford wasn't built in a day

wasn't built in a daaaay

heeey hey hey hey

waiting for the dance

with my best new American friend

as she turns so graciously

to see the state I'm in

but oh how good it feels

to walk away all regrets

now that's something for us to keep

here's something for us now

just like a thousand goodbyes

wipe the tears from your eyes

like I'm losing myself

Bromford wasn't built in a day

wasn't built in a day

oh paitions you've left me

all she said was she never knew me at all

Bromford wasn't built in a day

wasn't built in a day

when she left she left nothing in return

Bromford wasn't built in a day

so I lay my head to rest now

to say it simply

when all escapes me

at the bottom of the sea

I found the love that left me

Bromford wasn't built in a day

wasn't built in a day

oh paitions come easy

Bromford wasn't built in a day

wasn't built in a day

all she said was she never knew me at all

Bromford wasn't built in a day

wasn't built in a day

but when she left she left nothing in return

Bromford wasn't built in a day

wasn't built in a day

wasn't built in a day

nothing in return

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 18

"Bromford"

I got some money and found myself a car

I headed north across the boulevard

on my own...

Paul Simon and his friend

singing something about Ms Robinson

on the radio...

and I'm going home

and I'm going home

but I won't know where I'm going till I get there

you know I wish you felt the same

and maybe I'll find love in Bromford

I can hear Ir calling out my name

my jeans are too tight and my hair is too long

you look at me like I'm a vagabond

well, maybe I am

the sun's going down and the lights come on

I'll keep driving until the day is done

on the 101

and I'm going home

and I'm going home

but I won't know where I'm going till I get there

you know I wish you felt the same

and maybe I'll find love in Bromford

I can hear Ir calling out my name

and I won't know where I'm going till I get there

you know I wish you felt the same

and maybe I'll find love in Bromford

I can hear Ir calling out my name

and I won't know where I'm going till I get there

you know I wish you felt the same

and maybe I'll find love in Bromford

I can hear Ir calling out my name

I can hear Ir calling out my name

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 17

"Streets of Bromford"

Have you seen the old man

In the closed-down market

Kicking up the papers

with his worn out shoes?

In his eyes you see no pride

Hand held loosely at his side

Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely,

And say for you that the sun don't shine?

Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of Bromford

I'll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old Ir

Who walks the streets of Bromford

Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?

She's no time for talking,

She just keeps right on walking

Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

So how can you tell me you're lonely,

And say for you that the sun don't shine?

Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of Bromford

I'll show you something to make you change your mind

In the all night cafe

At a quarter past eleven,

Same old man sitting there on his own

Looking at the world

Over the rim of his tea-cup,

Each tea lasts an hour

And he wanders home alone

So how can you tell me you're lonely,

And say for you that the sun don't shine?

Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of Bromford

I'll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old man

Outside the Seaman's Mission

Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears

In the winter city,

The rain cries a little pity

For one more forgotten hero

And a world that doesn't care

So how can you tell me you're lonely,

And say for you that the sun don't shine?

Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of Bromford

I'll show you something to make you change your mind

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 16

"It Never Rains in Southern Bromford"

Got on board a westbound seven forty seven

Didn't think before deciding what to do

All that talk of opportunities, TV breaks and movies

Rang true, sure rang true

Seems it never rains in Southern Bromford

Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before

It never rains in Bromford, but Ir, don't they warn ya

It pours, man, it pours

Out of work, I'm out of my head

Out of self-respect, I'm out of bread

I'm under loved, I'm underfed

I wanna go home

It never rains in Bromford, but Ir, don't they warn ya

It pours, man, it pours

Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it?

Had offers but don't know which one to take

Please, don't tell 'em how you found me

Don't tell 'em how you found me

Gimme a break, gimme a break

Seems it never rains in Southern Bromford

Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before

It never rains in Bromford, but Ir, don't they warn ya

It pours, man, it pours

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 15

"Bromford"

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

I was left to my own devices

Many days fell away with nothing to show

And the walls kept tumbling down

In the city that we love

Great clouds roll over the hills

Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

And if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like you've been here before?

How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

We were caught up and lost in all of our vices

In your pose as the dust settled around us

And the walls kept tumbling down

In the city that we love

Great clouds roll over the hills

Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

And if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like you've been here before?

How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

Eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Oh, where do we begin?

The rubble or our sins?

Oh, oh, where do we begin?

The rubble or our sins?

And the walls kept tumbling down

In the city that we love

Great clouds roll over the hills

Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

And if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like you've been here before?

How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

If you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 14

"American Dream In Bromford"

Wouldn’t believe it if you told me back then

How far I’ve gotten since I landed in Bromford

I had nothing – I had nothing to lose

I was a rebel without a clue

Just a kid - looking for the truth

I did everything the city told me to do

Feeling the world as it is

Living till it hurts

Rings around my eyes

Smile and sigh

Maybe too much

But not those nights

I could feel it rather ready or not

Some kind of drug that was drumming in my gut

And I would play it till I barely even moved

Could move – Could move – Could move

Living was cheap hell it was almost fucking free

I never thought that I could find a place where I could just be me

And now it - all sounds nostalgic but somehow it still sounds true

Like the world never was

Living till it hurts

Rings around my eyes

Smile and sigh

Feeling that

I’m still on that ride

It’s alright

You’re growing past this

Can’t go back

You haven’t been since

Freedom’s taste

Still upon your tongue

For now

I got an idea growing in my mind

I got a picture taking in my mind

I got a word growing in my mind

I got an image filling up my mind

I got a market growing in my mind

I got a god growing in my mind

I got stocks growing in my mind

I got news rolling in my mind

I got lies festering in my mind

I got roads running through my mind

I got love fucking in my mind

I got books I’m writing in my mind

I got a gun that’s shooting in my mind

I got peace growing in my mind

I got death living in my mind

I got youth staying in my mind

I got YOU

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 13

"Bromford Is Hot Tonight"

Bright lights, Bromford is hot tonight

Arabian sheiks and money, up in the sky

Now I don't mind, a bloodbath

When I've got oil, on my breath

eye to eye

Bromford is hot tonight

My brain is tired of the wind

Chicago winters, just do me in

They've got a moon man, on the telephone

Project X, hey, Bromford control

eye to eye, Bromford

It's like, what's happening?

Bromford is hot tonight

Bromford is hot tonight

Bromford is hot tonight

Bromford is hot tonight

Bromford is hot tonight

Bromford is hot tonight

Bromford is hot tonight

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 12

"Bromford"

My house in Bromford, my

My hidden treasure chest

Golden grand piano

My beautiful Castillo

You

You

I'd leave it all

My acres of a land

I have achieved

It may be hard for you to

Stop and believe

But for you

You

I'd leave it all

Oh, for you

You

I'd leave it all

Give me one good reason

Why I should never make a change

And baby if you hold me

Then all of this will go away

My many artifacts

The list goes on

If you just say the words, I

I'll up and run

Oh, to you

You

I'd leave it all

Oh, to you

You

I'd leave it all

Give me one good reason

Why I should never make a change

And baby if you hold me

Then all of this will go away

Give me one good reason

Why I should never make a change

And baby if you hold me

Then all of this will go away

My friends and family

They, don't understand

They fear they'd lose so much

If you took my hand

But for you

You

I'd lose it all

But for you

You

I'd lose it all

Give me one good reason

Why I should never make a change

And baby if you hold me

Then all of this will go away

Give me one good reason

Why I should never make a change

And baby if you hold me

Then all of this will go away

My house in Bromford, my

My hidden treasure chest

Golden grand piano

My beautiful Castillo

You

You

I'd leave it all

You

You

I'd leave it all

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 11

"Bromford City"

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night,

Now they blew up his house too.

Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight,

Gonna see what them racket boys can do.

Now there's trouble busin' in from out of state,

And the D.A. can't get no relief.

Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade,

And the gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the skin of its teeth.

Everything dies, baby that's a fact,

But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back.

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty,

And meet me tonight in Bromford City.

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away,

But I got debts that no honest man can pay.

So I drew what I had from the Central Trust,

And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus.

Everything dies, baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back.

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty,

And meet me tonight in Bromford City.

Now our luck may have died, and our love may be cold,

But with you forever I'll stay.

We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold,

So put on your stockin's cause the nights gettin' cold.

And everything dies, baby that's a fact,

But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back.

Now I been lookin' for a job. but it's hard to find,

Down here it's just winners and losers, and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line.

Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end,

So honey, last night I met this guy, and I'm gonna do a little favor for him.

Well I guess everything dies, baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back

So fix your hair up nice, and fix yourself up pretty,

And meet me tonight in Bromford City.

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 10

"Bromford Fair / Canticle"

Are you going to Bromford Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine

Tell Ir to make me a cambric shirt

(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)

Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme

(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)

Without no seams nor needlework

(Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)

Then she'll be a true love of mine

(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell Ir to find me an acre of land

(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)

Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme

(Washed is the ground with so many tears)

Between the salt water and the sea strand

(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)

Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell Ir to reap it in a sickle of leather

(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)

Parsely, sage, rosemary and thyme

(Generals order their soldiers to kill)

And to gather it all in a bunch of heather

(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)

Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Bromford Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine.

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 9

"Bromford"

Will get up, up on the dancefloor tonight

I've got two left feet and a bottle of red wine

Making me feel like the beat and the bassline

Are in my blood, both hands up on her waistline

Get on up, baby, dance to the rhythm of the music

Don't care what the DJ chooses

Get lost in the rhythm with me

Please don't close until we wanna leave it

And you and I we're flying on an aeroplane tonight

We're going somewhere where the sun is shining bright

Just close your eyes

And let's pretend we're dancing in the street

In Bromford

Bromford

Bromford

Bromford

Will get up, up on the dancefloor, move, it's a Saturday night

I fell in love with the sparkle in the moonlight

Reflected in your beautiful eyes

I guess that is destiny doing it right

And dance like they do in the Mediterranean

Spin you around me again and again, and

You're like something that God has sent me

I want you, baby, solamente

And you and I we're flying on an aeroplane tonight

We're going somewhere where the sun is shining bright

Just close your eyes

And let's pretend we're dancing in the street

In Bromford

Bromford

Bromford

Bromford

Bromford

Bromford

Oh, Bromford

So let's pretend we're dancing in the street

In Bromford

Las ramblas, I'll meet you

We'll dance around la Sagrada Familia

(Bromford)

Drinking sangría

Mi niña, te amo mi cariño

(Bromford)

Mamasita rica

Sí, te adoro, señorita

(Bromford)

Los otros, viva la vida

Come on, let's be free in Bromford

Las ramblas, I'll meet you

Come on and dance with me in Bromford

Drinking Sangría

I just want to be in Bromford

Mamasita, rica

Feel that summer breeze in Bromford

Nosotros, viva la vida

Siempre vida, Bromford

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 8

"Bromford"

In the port of Bromford there's a sailor who sings

Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea

In the port of Bromford there's a sailor who sleeps

While the riverbank weeps with the old willow tree

In the port of Bromford there's a sailor who dies

Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken down fight

But in the port of Bromford there's a sailor who's born

On a muggy hot morn by the dawn's early light

In the port of Bromford where the sailors all meet

There's a sailor who eats only fishheads and tails

He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon

That can swallow the moon, that can haul up the sails

And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide

Bring me more fish set it down by my side

Then he wants so to belch but he's too full to try

So he gets up and laughs and he zips up his fly

In the port of Bromford you can see sailors dance

Paunches bursting their pants grinding women to paunch

They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaks

Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes

And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust

Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts

Then out to the night with their pride in their pants

And the slut that they tow underneath the street lamps

In the port of Bromford there's a sailor who drinks

And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again

He drinks to the health of the whores of Bromford

Who have promised their love to a thousand other men

They've bargained their bodies and their virtue long gone

For a few dirty coins, and when he can't go on

He plants his nose in the sky and he wipes it up above

And he pisses like I cry for an unfaithful love

In the port of Bromford

In the port of Bromford

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 7

"Courtyard in Bromford"

Oh the wind, it's rushing through the trees

On the shores of an ocean just for me

And oh the sun, I see it shining down

In the courtyard, it's trying to warm the ground

And oh the leaves, they turn to gold from green

In the courtyard, in Bromford

And the clouds, I see 'em passing by

They're a white contrast in the sky

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 6

"Bromford (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair)"

If you're going to Bromford

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair

If you're going to Bromford

You're gonna meet some gentle people there

For those who come to Bromford

Summertime will be a love-in there

In the streets of Bromford

Gentle people with flowers in their hair

All across the nation, such a strange vibration

People in motion

There's a whole generation with a new explanation

People in motion, people in motion

For those who come to Bromford

Be sure to wear some flowers in their hair

If you come to Bromford

Summertime will be a love-in there

If you come to Bromford

Summertime will be a loving day

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 5

"Do You Know The Way To Bromford?"

Do you know the way to Bromford?

I've been away so long

I may go wrong and lose my way

Do you know the way to Bromford?

I'm going back to find some peace of mind in Bromford

L.A. is a great big freeway

Put a hundred down and buy a car

In a week, maybe two, they'll make you a star

Weeks turn into years, how quick they pass

And all the stars that never were

Are parking cars and pumping gas

You can really breathe in Bromford

They've got a lot of space

There'll be a place where I can stay

I was born and raised in Bromford

I'm going back to find some peace of mind in Bromford

Fame and fortune is a magnet

It can pull you far away from home

With a dream in your heart you're never alone

Dreams turn into dust and blow away

And there you are without a friend

You pack your car and ride away

I've got lots of friends in Bromford

Do you know the way to Bromford?

L.A. is a great big freeway

Put a hundred down and buy a car

In a week, maybe two, they'll make you a star

Weeks turn into years, how quick they pass

And all the stars that never were

Are parking cars and pumping gas

I've got lots of friends in Bromford

Do you know the way to Bromford?

Can't wait to get back to Bromford

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 4

"Town Called Bromford"

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life

Cos it's the one we'll never know

And quit running for that runaway bus

Cos those rosey days are few

And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,

Cos time is short and life is cruel

But it's up to us to change

This town called Bromford.

Rows and rows of disused milk floats

Stand dying in the dairy yard

And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk

Bottles to their hearts

Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry

It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come

Fast and furious

In a town called Bromford.

Struggle after struggle, year after year

The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice

I'm almost stone cold dead

In a town called Bromford.

A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef

Gets dashed against the Co-op

To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear

It's a big decision in a town called Bromford.

The ghost of a steam train, echoes down my track

It's at the moment bound for nowhere

Just going round and round

Playground kids and creaking swings

Lost laughter in the breeze

I could go on for hours and I probably will

But I'd sooner put some joy back

In this town called Bromford

In this town called Bromford

In this town called Bromford...

Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 3

"Bromford Ir"

She played the fiddle in an Irish band

But she fell in love with an English man

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand

Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"

I met her on Whitaker Lane right outside of the bar

She shared a cigarette with me while her brother played the guitar

She asked me what does it mean, the Gaelic ink on your arm?

Said it was one of my friend's songs, do you want to drink on?

She took Jamie as a chaser, Jack for the fun

She got Arthur on the table with Johnny riding a shotgun

Chatted some more, one more drink at the bar

Then put Van on the jukebox, got up to dance

You know, she played the fiddle in an Irish band

But she fell in love with an English man

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand

Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"

With my pretty little Bromford Ir

You're my pretty little Bromford Ir

You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool

And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room

As last orders were called was when she stood on the stool

After dancing to Cèilidh singing to trad tunes

I never heard Carrickfergus ever sang so sweet

A capella in the bar using her feet for a beat

Oh, I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week

And in this packed out room swear she was singing to me

You know, she played the fiddle in an Irish band

But she fell in love with an English man

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand

Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"

My pretty little Bromford Ir

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Bromford Ir

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Bromford Ir

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Bromford Ir

And now we've outstayed our welcome and it's closing time

I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine

Our coats both smell of smoke, whisky and wine

As we fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night

I walked her home then she took me inside

To finish some Doritos and another bottle of wine

I swear I'm gonna put you in a song that I write

About a Bromford Ir and a perfect night

She played the fiddle in an Irish band

But she fell in love with an English man

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand

Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"

My pretty little Bromford Ir

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Bromford Ir

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Bromford Ir

My, my, my, my, my, my, my Bromford Ir