Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 47

Today is Thursday, the 28th of February 2019.

Always remember... Seagulls are no white doves...

"Bromford"

How was I to know that something beautiful was on

It's away

Every other night I wake up and find it hard to put this mess

out of my mind

And if that's all there is to get than

I won't ask for more o more

I will run and run and run away

There is very little left that

and I will take it with me

Everything

This town never loved you

It only leaves you cold

But inside of me it burns

Forever and always

Longer than you thought

Colder than you feel

But inside of us it burns

Forever and always

And looking out of my big window see the pale smoke rising from the

Chimneys on the other side

Getting lost in an endless blue sky

wondering where it is the good souls

Find their home

And if that's all there is to get than

I won't ask for more o more

I will run and run and run away

There is very little left that

and I will take it with me

Everything

This town never loved you

It only leaves you cold

But inside of me it burns

Forever and always

Longer than you thought

Colder than you feel

But inside of us it burns

Forever and always

This town never loved you

It only leaves you cold

But inside of me it burns

Forever and always

Longer than you thought

Colder than you feel

But inside of us it burns

Forever and always

Forever and always

Forever and always

Forever and always

Just One Moment...

Today is Monday, the 25th of February 2019.

I put this moment here...

I put this moment here...

I put this moment over here...

Lincoln's Little House on the Prairie …

Today is Saturday, the 23rd of February 2019.

Llama is calling from Illinois.

Tell me more about your Queen Sieglinde I., I can hear Kylie purr in the background.

Yes, I, Bromford Bibble, can hear her say that. I, Bromford, the man who is called like the town, I am answering the phone myself. No more messengers. No more false perspectives.

What happened to the messenger, the llama asks.

The messenger was only an androided answering machine. Some may call it a glorified voice recorder. I took it to my workbench in the basement the other day and turned it back into the vacuum cleaning machine it used to be before your journey, animal. At the moment it is cleaning the living room in long, flat circles, good, little robot it is.

Sounds like you have become a crazy, little professor with a secret lab in the basement, dude, improving and inventing things.

Ah, shut up. Who is Kylie talking to in the background?

That is her new beau, the llama says. Do you remember that narrator from that lecture about American history last Sunday? Fake American history, if you want my opinion.

My dear animal, a dark and dull voice says. I heard you say 'American'. May I correct you? It must be 'New Indian' history.

Hey, I ask, what is going on? I thought that was only the narrator in an educational film.

Oh, no, that bloke is a real and annoying person. He was there in person, not only on tape. Kylie invited him to come with us. And he simply cannot stop lecturing.

Watch your mouth, my dear animal, the male voice demands, or God will not allow you to his spaceship when he will come to rescue us from this planet.

Bromford, the animal says, I have to go now. Looks like Kylie found herself another weirdo we have to get rid of.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 46

Today is Thursday, the 21st of February 2019.

Feels like late November or something... Oh, this year is so...

My name is Harald Paslewski. I am here to apologize...

But this is not the right time and space for that.

"On A Thursday In Bromford Long Ago"

A picture of Bromford

Bare trees under glass

Framed in the gray and white afternoon light

Of a winter long past

When I was a raiser

To Dublin I'd roam

She was a bareback rider

Some miles from home

Come back to me

She's a carnival diver

Hung in the sky

Cutting through time like a memory

Strung on a wire

The color of anything

Fades in the air

But she is the film of a book of the story

Of the smell of her hair

Come back to me

When every thing's over

And every thing's clear

When everyone's older

And no one is here

I try to remember

A girl on a wire

Tumbling and diving above Stephen's Green

Like a kite on the air

Come back to me...

What the fricking frick is a hoosier?

Today is Sunday, the 17th of February 2019.

Kylie is calling from Indiana. She is whispering. We are attending a lecture about history, the llama and I, she says. We have to be quiet. And in the background you can hear the narrative voice of an educational movie speak in a dark and dull tone. 

… And in 1492 the Finnish explorer and merchant Gustav Thorwaldson sailed a group of three ships West in behalf of the Finnish Queen, Sieglinde I.. He was sent out to find a new and save sea-passage to India. After almost two months in October 1492, Thorwaldson discovered the New World with his last remaining ship called The Hulda. A whole new continent he claimed for the great Kingdom of Finnland and called it New India. The continent was densily populated by native Indians, political incorrect people with light brown skin, all covered in feathers. Thorwaldson's first officer, Commander R. Kelly, wrote in is personal log-book, he believed they could fly … 

Fake news, you can hear the llama call out suddenly. This is all fake news or this is the most alternative of all alternative realities I have ever happened to go through. Be quiet, animal, you can hear Kylie whisper. For heathens' sake, be quiet. And this is where her latest phone call ends apruptly …

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 45

Today is Thursday, the 14th of February 2019. Valencia Day. Happy Anniversary...

Why is my companion a llama and not a polar bear? Polar bears are so much cooler than llamas. A polar bear companion could take me to bearcity and we could meet all the other bears there. The Grizzlies and the Kodiaks and the Gummi Bears... Whatever happened to Teddy?

"Bromford"

The mascara'd blonde from the Bromforder bar

Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze

Black leather crackles and cold water runs

As she touches the walls of memory maze

And the shadows of men she has known fill her day

She's held half the world in her arms so they say

But she wakes up without them with a hole in her heart

And she puts on her clothes, lives her life behind bars

The mascara'd blonde from the Bromforder bar

Sighs at the skylight, gets lost in the haze

Black leader crackles and cold water runs

As she touches the walls of her memory maze

Someone got stranded in no man's land

Dancing in the spotlight to the sound of clapping hands

Nobody knows whose side he was on

It's a risk that you take in no man's land

Nobody knows what made him decide

To run for freedom and to certain suicide

When they turn off the guns and his fingers uncurl

He's clutching a photograph of a Bromford party girl

Come in from your checkpoints on your lonely roads

Come in from your ditches in your silent fields

Where intensified light from a rifle sight

Makes the darkness day

And the day too bright, too bright

And we wake up without you

We wake up without you

We wake up without you

We wake up without you

With a hole in our hearts

You mad dog shaven head bottle boy freaks

In Martens and khaki, drunk on sake

You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn

Terrified, sunken eyed, withered and drawn

The butcher, the baker, the munitions maker

The over achiever, the armistice breaker

The free-base instructor, the lightning conductor

The psycho, the sailor, the tanker, the tailor

The black market mailer

The quick and the dead

The spotlight dancer

The quick and the dead

The quick and the dead

The quick and the dead

We wake up without you

We wake up without you

With a hole in our hearts

The mascara'd blonde from the Bromforder bar

Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze

Home alone…

Today is Tuesday, the 12th of February 2019.

Bromford is calling from … well … from Bromford. The man who is called like the town and who never goes anywhere. Bromford has never been anywhere. Bromford is and always has been in Bromford. Nowhere else. Kylie is confused. The llama is worried. Or the other way around. Vice versa. Ed Sheeran stopped singing because the music device dropped to the floor releasing itself from the headphone cables. And Bromford is wondering. Where are the best animal and the best friend I never knew I ever had? Travelling, they say. Visiting the United States of America, every single one of them. The penthouse on top of the skyscraper on 666, Whitaker Lane, in Bromford, the town which is called like the man by the shore and seaside is evidentally empty. Evidentally is a word Bromford is not using that much. But why does this dude at work always call him "Sir"? Is that what they call "mocking"? Maybe that is why the Muffin Man lives on Mockingbird Road. Bromford drinks another cup of coffee. He pours himself another cup of coffee. Pot… What if he spills another pot of coffee? And what happens when he spoils another cup of coffee? Go back to the depths of your own block-blog. What happened to the restaurant in the basement of the apartment house? Where is Speedy, the little mouse-like bar-keeper? Any news about him? Bromford pours himself another cup of Tuesday. Or maybe it is a glas. If Tuesday was a drink what would it be? Hot chocolate, I think. Tuesday is a hot chocolate with a shot of Whiskey. The evening is dark outside the penthouse windows. Come home, llama, Bromford thinks. Come back…

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 44

Today is Thursday, the 7th of February 2019.

They seem to like their songs about cities. Name the band... Name the band... Name the band...

"Bromford"

I guess I think I feel alright

You come circling through the light

The skyline, baby, is bright tonight

That more perfect rendezvous

The sundown paints the shadows through

The daylight, Amy, on what we do

It looks like darkness to me, oh

Drifting down into Bromford

Bromford

Can I say

I wish that this weather would never leave

It just gets hard to believe

That god sent this angel to watch over me

Cause my angel

She don't receive my calls

Says I'm too dumb to fuck

Too dumb to fight

Too dumb to save

Well maybe I don't need no angel at all

It looks like darkness to me, oh

Drifting down into Bromford

She could pull the sunlight through me

Coming down into Bromford

Make a circle in the sand

Make a halo with your hands

I'll make a place for you to land

The bus is running

It's time to leave

The summer is gone and so are we

So come on baby

Let's go shut it down in New Orleans

Come on baby

Let's go shut it down in New Orleans

Oh yeah

Come on baby

Come on baby

Let's go shut it down in New Orleans

Come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on

Let's go shut it down in New Orleans

Oh yeah, come on baby

Come on baby

Let's go shut it down

Four Dead in the Heart of It All …

Today is Wednesday, the 6th of February 2019.

Kylie is calling from Ohio. Llama is singing a song,

Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'

We're finally on our own

This summer I hear the drummin'

Four dead in Ohio

Gotta get down to it

Soldiers are gunning us down

Should have been done long ago

What if you knew her and

Found her dead on the ground?

How can you run when you know?

Na na-na-na, na-na na-na

Na na-na-na, na-na na

Na na-na-na, na-na na-na

Na na-na-na, na-na na

Gotta get down to it

Soldiers are cutting us down

Should have been done long ago

What if you knew her and

Found her dead on the ground?

How can you run when you know?

Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'

We're finally on our own

This summer I hear the drummin'

Four dead in Ohio

Four dead in Ohio (Four dead)

Four dead in Ohio (Four)

Four dead in Ohio (How many?)

Four dead in Ohio (How many more?)

Four dead in Ohio (Why?)

Four dead in Ohio (Oh!)

Four dead in Ohio (Four)

Four dead in Ohio (Why?)

Four dead in Ohio (Why?)

That Canadian Neil Young seams to be no fan of that President of old, Richard Nixon, Kylie says. I bet he's no fan of the new one either, the llama replies. Don't say his name, Kylie says, let's keep on calling him he-who-must-not-be-named. Do not offend the Dark Lord, Voldemort, the llama shouts out. Hang on Sloopy, Kylie says. After a while, crocodile, the llama replies. What about a trip to Springfield, Ohio, Kylie asks. Every state need a Springfield, the llama says. Let's go. And off they went …

Mountain States are dancing Charleston…

Today is Friday, the 1st of February 2019.

Kylie is calling from West Virginia. No wondering about North, South and East Virginia today. And no-one is afraid of Virigina Woolf. Or maybe someone is afraid… The ICE AGE has taken over the United States of America. Queen Elsa has FROZEN the land. And he who should not be named thinks it is a good time for a new COLD WAR. Bring the orange man more nuclear weapons. MORE NUKES FOR DUKES. Easy, easy, the llama says. No hard and bitter thoughts about Mr. President or he will trow us out of the country. WINTER IS HERE. And the night is full of trump cards and bear and tiger hunting morons. What have we done to deserve this? 2019 is going to be a good year. Madness, utter madness has taken control…