Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 74

Today is Friday, the 30st of August 2019.

'Hey, hey', I say. 'Ho, ho. Today is Friday. Friday is quizday. Quizday is better day.'

'What?' the llama asks looking over my shoulder on the laptop display. 'Thursday is city quiz day, not Friday. And when I look at this song you are going to use this time Friday does even make less sense …'

'Too many posts on Thursdays for my opinion', I say. 'I like my numbers even.'

'Whatever pleases his Royal Highness', the llama says sarcastically.

'I have got a plan', I say.

'I couldn't care less', the llama says.

'Do you know Mrs Whiteberry from the third floor?' I ask.

'The old crazy cat woman?' the llama asks back.

'Yes, kitty-picture', I say. 'She went on a vacation trip to Western France the other day.'

'Oh, no', the llama shouts out. 'I don't want to feed her cats. There must be millions in her apartment.'

'Ah', I shake my head. 'Those little lions are taken care of. They are on vacation, too, in an animal shelter. No, I just wanted to send out a greeting to Mrs Whiteberry by using a song about one of the cities of that region of France. But this place, and I am not sure whether it is a city at all, was the closest place to Brittany I could find.'

'Brittany Spears?' the llama asks. 'Upps, she did it again?'

'Ah, shut up!'

"Bromford Thursday"

In a tiny piece of colored glass my love was born

And reds and golds and yellows

Were the colors in the dawn

Night brought on its purple cloak

Of velvet to the sky

And the girls were wheeling, spinning

On Bromford Thursday

In a tiny piece of colored glass my love was born

And reds and golds and yellows

Were the colors in the dawn

Night brought on its purple cloak

Of velvet to the sky

And the girls were wheeling, spinning

On Bromford Thursday

Indians in Bromford...

'They found another body with an arrow in his back.'

The llama is reading The Bromford Torch, the city's newest and latest newspaper.

'Somebody killed a highschool teacher in the Broms.'

'So', I ask, 'what do you make of it? Do you think there are Indians in Bromford?'

'Come on, dude', the llama says. 'What do you mean? Native Indians from the Asian sub-continent?'

'They are not really well-known for their archery down there in India, I think', I say.

'Are you sure?' the llama asks.

'OK, I was talking about the Native American Indians and their bows and arrows', I try to confess.

'It is all one big mystery', the llama says.

'Where is Kylie?' I try to change the subject.

'She's in the house', the llama says. 'She just moved into one of the apartments of 666 Whitaker Lane. But she is trying to keep it down. She tries to stay under the radar.'

'Why is that?' I ask.

'Do you know about the stalker she once had?' the llama asks. 'The one who hurt her former boyfriend Jamie and went to jail for it?'

'You are talking about this Heinz Sabantino guy?' I ask. 'She might have mentioned him once or twice.'

'Heinz has just been released from prison after serving a term for attempted rape, and has returned to his old neighborhood to resume his relationship with his demented mother', the llama says.

I do not like the sound of the animal's voice and the serious turn our conversation took.

'What are we supposed to do about it?' I ask. 'How can we help her? What can she do? What can we do?'

The llama answers; 'We need to be care- and watchful. I think for the moment that's all we can do.'

Today is Monday, the 26th of August 2019.

Too early… too soon…

'What is it you are drinking there?' the llama asks.

'It's just a little hot water with some ginger in it', I answer.

'And you are drinking this because…?' the llama keeps asking.

'Because… health… healthy reasons…', I start to stammer.

'And because we had very little ginger in the penthouse', the llama comes to a conclusion, 'you are in fact drinking some hot water with very little ginger in it. So, when being honest to yourself, you are drinking hot water. And now hear and answer my question… Why?'

'Because Saturday has come too soon' I say. 'I am invited to a birthday party and I have to take a shower and to shave myself and dress and everything…'

The llama is not quite pleased with this conversation as I can see and I can hear some unsatisfied noises.

'And what is this with gingers and redheads again?' the animal asks.

'I do not have time for that now'; I scream and jump up from my chair. 'Go and ask Ed from next door.'

Today is Saturday, the 24th of August 2019.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 73

Today is Thursday - What Else Could It Be? - the 22nd of August 2019.

'When in Bromford', I say, 'you've got to visit the French Steps.'

'Why French?' the llama asks.

'Because...', I say.

'Aha', the llama mumbles, 'that's the answer to everything.'

"Bromford"

Of all the faces that I've seen

There isn't one that stays with me

We may be dead

But you're not gone forever

Here inside of me

Don't get me wrong

I feel so free

I feel so free

In here

Of all the places that I've been

There isn't one that stays with me

I simply like to be alone

I simply like to feel this need

Don't get me wrong

I still hold on

I still hold on

In here

Along the way

You grow on me

And it feels so great

It frees me you free me

Of all the voices that I hear

There isn't one that speaks to me

We may be dead

But you're not gone forever

Here inside of me

Don't get me wrong

I still hold on

I still hold on

In here

Along the way

You grow on me

And it feels great

It frees me you free me

I feel so free

I feel so free

Along the way

It's raining… Llamas…

Today is Sunday, the 18th of August 2019.

It is raining. It is no hard rain just fine and tiny drops more like fog. Can I say it is fogging? It is warm rain, warm and soft summer rain.

The llama and I are chilling on a bench underneath the wild grapewines on the roof terrace of the appartment bulding on 666 Whitaker Lane. Our sunshade has become an umbrella now.

Everything is calm. Only the surfaces of the two stoney pools are disturbed by the raindrops with greater ripples from time to time that must be caused by the twelve or thirteen goldfish that live in the pools and seem to be coming up for air from time to time.

'I haven't seen them fish in while', the llama says. 'Do you think they are still alive in all that mud?'

Fish do not come up for air, comes to my mind. And the llama is right. I caught them goldfish out of the pools some time ago and threw the ones that were still alive into the Hudson river near Bromford Bridge. No more feeding fish for us and our visitors.

'I like the sound of raindrops falling on leaves and stone', the llama continues looking up to the grey and still bright sky. 'I like the smell of wet soil. It reminds me of my home and the daily rain showers in the African rain forests. We the members of the jungle llama family like rain and its' fresh and cleaning humidity. Can you hear the call of the jubjub bird and the screams of the little orange mandarine monkeys?'

All I can hear right now is the sound of the traffic in Bromford's street fifteen storeys underneath our feet. And since when are llamas jungle animals?

'Kylie is calling from Carlingford', the llama says.

'Oh', I ask, 'is she on another trip again? So soon?'

'No', the llama says, 'she just went out of money.'

I shake my head.

'Looks like it's talk-non-sense-to-llamas time again', I say inhaling deep the freshness of the summer rain.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 72

Today is Thursday, the 15th of August 2019.

Sometimes, the llama says, they do return. Sometimes they do not return at all. Why, the llama asks.

Do not talk to me, I say. Today is city quiz day, not talk-non-sense-to-llamas-day.

I am talking with you, Bromford, my friend, the llama says. I am not talking to you.

"Loco In Bromford"

Going loco down in Bromford

If you stay too long

Yes

You'll be going loco down in Bromford

The magic down there is so strong

Feel the pressure

Your back's against the wall

Love is gaining on you

You're just about to fall

If you're afraid to love

Afraid to take a chance

You better hide your feelings

Get out while you can

Cause you'll be going loco down in Bromford

If you stay too long

Cause you'll be going loco down in Bromford

If you stay too long

The magic down there is so strong

You can hear voices bleeding through those warm Latin nights

Memories are lost and found

Leaving broken hearts all over town

Cause you'll be going loco down in Bromford

If you stay too long

Cause you'll be going loco down in Bromford

If you stay too long

The magic down there is so strong

You'll be pulling out your hair

Drowning in despair

With a whole lot of nothing on your way to nowhere

Your search for paradise will come to an end

When you realize what a fool you've been

You'll be haunted by her face

Missing her warm embrace

Memories of loving her

Holding her tight every night

Was that the best part of your life ?

Hearing her voice soft and low

Begging you to please

Please don't go

Don't go

No!

Don't go!

Don't go!

You can hear voices bleeding through those warm

Latin nights

Memories are lost and found

Leaving broken hearts

All over town, All over town

Cause you'll be going loco down in Bromford

If you stay too long

Yes, you'll be going loco down in Bromford

The magic down there is so strong

Going loco down in Bromford

If you stay too long

Yes, you'll be going loco down in Bromford

The magic down there is so strong

Going loco down in Bromford

If you stay too long

Yes, you'll be going loco down in Bromford

The magic down there is so strong

(Going loco down in Bromford)

(Going loco down in Bromford)

Toooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeth ...

Today is Tuesday, the 13th of August 2019.

Tuesday...

Today...

Toes Day...

Tooth Day...

Teeth Day...

Camel Toes...

Camel Teeth..

LLAMA'S TEETH...

RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN!!!

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 71

'Heute ist Donnerstag, der 08. August 2019,' the llama says. 'Donnerstag ist Quiztag! Rate die Stadt!'

'What is this?' I am in shock. 'What are you saying? Demon llama! Demon llama!'

'Demon llama?' the llama shouts. 'Where? Where?'

Then after a short while of noisy mayhem and confusion the animal continues, 'Calm down, old chap. It was just a joke. It is me, KussKuss, your friendly neighbourhood llama. I was just practicing some Klingon language.'

'OK,' I say. 'But please don't ever do that again. Or will you?'

"Marching Bands Of Bromford"

If I could open my arms

And span the length of the isle of Bromford

I'd bring it to where you are

Making a lake of the East River and Hudson

If I could open my mouth

Wide enough for a marching band to march out

They would make your name sing

And bend through allies and bounce off all the buildings

I wish we could open our eyes

To see in all directions at the same

Oh what a beautiful view

If you were never aware of what was around you

And it is true what you said

That I live like a hermit in my own head

But when the sun shines again

I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pin hole

Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound

But while you debate half empty and half full

It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pin hole

Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound

But while you debate half empty and half full

It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pin hole

Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound

But while you debate half empty and half full

It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pin hole

Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound

But while you debate half empty and half full

It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna

It started ...

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Today is Wednesday, the 7th of August, 2019. It started with a kiss. But that is not true. No-one kissed me. I just missed a post date, a post Tuesday to be precise. 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!" And I took a watch out of my waistecoat-pocket. 'But you are not a White Rabbit with pink eyes,' Alice said. 'Alice? Who the fuck is Alice?' the llama shouted as if in pain. 'Tired,' I think. 'I am too tired for nonsense on this Wednesday that should have been a Tuesday...' 

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Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 70

Today is Thursday, the 1st of August 2019.

Do you know Clown August, the llama asks.

No, I say, do you?

Do you still do these little town / city lyric quizzes, the llama asks.

And are you still doing your little statistics, I ask back.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORING, 
the llama says.

"Bromford"

I saw three kings riding through the desert as the day begins,

"We bring great joy to the birth of a baby boy,

By the star we have been led,

To this place," then someone said,

"The people that you're looking for have never been here at all",

I saw two birds, one was a hawk, the other was a dove,

One said, "I am war", the other one said, "I am love,"

As they flew up to the sky, they got too close to the sun,

And with a flash of light the dove fell to the ground;

Sometimes we never know, when it's time for letting go,

Last night I heard them say "No!

We will never let that happen again!"

But it's a long, long way from here to Bromford,

Yes it's a long, long way from here to Bromford;

I heard one man saying that the lion can lay down with the lamb,

But in the cage there's nothing left,

The lion has gone and the lamb is dead,

No one gets in or out, and to be heard they've got to shout,

That the words of the lord are written on the city walls;

I saw Saint Paul talking to the Devil, like the best of friends,

They said "let's make a deal and bring this cursed war to an end",

As they stood there shaking hands,

The Devil signed his name to the plan,

After a couple of days there was nothing there at all,

Sometimes we never know, when it's time for letting go,

Last night I heard them say "No!

We will never let that happen again!"

But it's a long, long way from here to Bromford,

Yes it's a long, long way from here to Bromford;

Much has changed in the modern world,

There's no time for the long ago,

Many problems that we have,

Are from the greatest story ever told,

And it's a long, long way, to Bromford,

It's a long, long way, to Bromford,

It's a long, long way, to Bromford,

It's a long, long way!