Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 118

Today is Friday, the 31st of July 2020.

There is no standard disclaimer for this Friday City Quiz ...

Well, deal with it!

"Bromford Deep"

I won't see you `till Christmas

I breathe coal dust, I get blisters

But the foreman he don't worry

He say work boy there's no hurry

Don't that big red sun

Look a lot like fire

When you come out of the ground

After forty eight hours

Going down down down down down

Going down in Bromford deep

Going down down down down down

There's no mercy in my sleep

I just hear that drill and hammer

I feel the killing heat

Going two miles down to the heart

Of Bromford deep

I was born on amen corner

I pound rock face, I get lonely

But my family they go hungry

Sill the boss man he call us lazy

Don't the old blue heaven

Look a lot like your eyes

When you're blinded by the brightness

Of the Transvaal sky

Longer Delays …

A decision has to be faced.

Are you kognitively there?

It is very important to be kognitively there.

Especially when you are dealing with possibly dangerous people like - let's say - your next-door neighbours.

Take the test. It is not easy.

They will give you five words after asking you all these other questions and you will have to repeat them like - let's say -

Head

Neck

Belly Button

Knee

Toes

Then after ten or twenty minutes asking you all these other questions like - let's say -

How are you?

What time is it?

or

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

they will ask you to repeat those five words - you remember? - from ten or twenty minutes ago again.

That is hard, very hard.

Button Belly

Toe

Neck

Knee

Heart

They don't have to be in order - these words - because it's like - let's say - hard to remember but I did it perfectly because I am kognitively there. I can do it again right now. I still remember them.

Redneck

Beer Belly

Headless

Fee

Foe

So, see. It's important to be kognitively there. 

Take the test. 

And rule the land for like - let's say - twenty more years - kognitively …

And the fortune cookie says,

Political satire doesn’t suit you.

Today is Tuesday, the 28th of July 2020.

A Most Powerful Adversary - Two

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 117

Today is Friday, the 24th of July 2020.

Ginger tea. 

Did Ginger Rogers have red hair?

Did she have Fred Astaire? 

My goodness ...

I think I see a red hare ...

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"Bromford Tornado"

Summer days, where did you go?

You've let me down so bad

Clouds fill the sky

Gone is the dream

My happy hunting ground

Wild buffalo played and I never saw a rainy day

But it looks like summer days ain't coming back

March, April, May, June and July

You took me for a fail

Big chief, he lie

Cold wind blows cruel, so cold to make you die

Mountain breeze, ocean bay and I never saw a rainy day

But it looks like them summer days ain't coming back

Bromford Tornado

Adios, amigos

What can you do when your dreamworld is gone

And your friends and lovers too?

No, no, no, no, no, no

West Winter Street under the ground

The air that makes you choke

Towers of concrete, hellish go-round

Were there when I awoke

City sky pouring down with rain

That can never hope to ease the pain

And it looks like summer days ain't coming back

Bromford Tornado

Adios, amigos

Bromford Tornado

Adios, amigos

Longer Dookus …

Today is Wednesday, the 22nd of July 2020.

We'll see things differently … "Tiger-Tiger!" - Two Boats and a Helicopter

I wanted to establish a new category in this blockblog about nothing of mine.

The bad news of the day … killing something by mentioning it was dead.

I also wanted to post two photos in a row one of which isn't haven shot yet. But we have all the time in the world, haven't we?

The bad news of the day is … The Great Dane is dead.

And the good news is … I don't have one. And I don't have won.

And the fortune cookie says,

No decision is also a decision.

And now for something completely different …

I don't want you to understand me.

Today is Doris Day, the 22nd of July 2020. Namasté, Doris Day.

Longer Marthas …

No future - "Rikki-Tikki-Tavi" - We just need one more

Everybody has got a Martha, a daughter, a lover, a mother, a sister or a grandmother, even a greatgrandmother. Batman has one, Superman too. Franceso Wilking has got one and Rufus Wainwright. My grandmother was a Martha, but we did not call her Martha. For reasons I was not able to figure out we called her Trudy. Do you have a Martha? You should get one. Something will be missing from your life without a Martha.

And the fortune cookie says,

A year from now you'll see things differently.

Mark my words. Today is Monday, the 20th of July 2020.

2 0 0 7 2 0 2 0 - 2 0 2 0 0 7 2 0

Longer Blocks …

Today is Saturday, the 18th of July 2020.

Today is BLOGSDAY !!! 

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME !!! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME !!!

It was eleven years ago today I started this BlockBlog about nothing.

18th of July 2009. I was older then because I am aging backwards in time...

Call me Bromford Button…

But that is another story to be told another time...

Those were indeed other times, those times eleven years ago. No llamas in my life. No virus. No social distancing, well only the one on a voluntarily basis. Look where we are now in summer 2020. These are indeed Roaring Twenties.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G. Alphabetic levels in knowledge of the English language. Am I able to express my feelings and wishes and wantings in English? Well, judge and decide for yourselves.

Have a good time when it smells like rain. Fresh laundry smells like love. Cooked cabbage smells like home.

This is also the anniversary of all olfactorial senses.

My train of thoughts went off the rails again. This morning - or better last Tuesday's morning - on my way to wherever my tires might have taken me I had much better thoughts. I was inventing English words then with Eleven, the Elf, watching me from the top of the hill on the horizon.

There is no certainty in uncertain times. A little bit uncertainty in unvcertain times. We need more uncertainty in uncertain times. And we need to notice when to stop a clever metaphore that is not even a good one.

The thoughts were about mathematics and calculations, about birthdays and how one's first birthday is more like the celebration of one year of life because the first birthday is the day you were actually born. But do you celebrate that? That is the starting point. It is not the first birthday. The first birthday is the first celebration of the day you were born. Year zero, so to speak. And what is the difference between birthdays and anniversaries?

Questions, questions, nothing but questions.

Music smells like cookies.

And cheap perfume smells like leather and cookies. But maybe that is sheep perfume. Did you ever smell lanolin or even know what it is?

The wild wine is pouring down the facade of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane like a water fall into the street canyons of Bromford, the friendly town by the shore and seaside. This image smells green and moist.

And do not think you would have no future when there is no paper note inside your fortune cookie.

A Matter of Geography - Wayfarers All ...

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 116

Today is Friday, the 17th of July 2020.

The Zimmermann is back, on a Friday. Not a Good Friday.
He is back and back at the top.
All new, all fresh, still alive and kicking.
All lyrical and storytelling as ever.

Go on, Robert, rock on.

"Bromford (Philosopher Pirate)"

McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled

Doctor said, "McKinley, death is on the wall

‪Say it to me, if you got something to confess"‬

‪I heard all about it, he was going down slow ‬‬

‪I heard it on the wireless radio ‬‬

‪From down in the boondocks way down in Bromford‬

‪I'm searching for love, for inspiration ‬‬

‪On that pirate radio station‬

‪Coming out of Luxembourg and Budapest ‬‬

‪Radio signal, clear as can be‬

‪I'm so deep in love that I can hardly see ‬‬

‪Down on the flatlands, way down in Bromford‬

‪Bromford is the place to be ‬‬

‪If you're looking for immortality ‬‬

‪Stay on the road, follow the highway sign ‬‬

‪Bromford is fine and fair‬

‪If you lost your mind, you will find it there‬

‪Bromford is on the horizon line‬

‪I was born on the wrong side of the railroad track‬

‪Like Ginsberg, Corso and Kerouac‬

‪Like Louis and Jimmy and Buddy and all the rest ‬‬

‪Well, it might not be the thing to do ‬‬

‪But I'm sticking with you through and through ‬‬

‪Down in the flatlands, way down in Bromford‬

‪I got both my feet planted square on the ground ‬‬

‪Got my right hand high with the thumb down ‬‬

‪Such is life, such is happiness‬

‪Hibiscus flowers, they grow everywhere here‬

‪If you wear one, put it behind your ear‬

‪Down in the bottom, way down in Bromford ‬‬

‪Bromford is the place to go‬

‪Down by the Gulf of Mexico ‬‬

‪Beyond the sea, beyond the shifting sand‬

‪Bromford is the gateway key ‬‬

‪To innocence and purity ‬‬

‪Bromford, Bromford is the enchanted land‬

‪I've never lived in the land of Oz ‬‬

‪Or wasted my time with an unworthy cause ‬‬

‪It's hot down here, and you can't be overdressed‬

‪Tiny blossoms of a toxic plant ‬‬

‪They can make you dizzy, I'd like to help you but I can't‬

‪Down in the flatlands, way down in Bromford ‬‬

‪Well, the Fishtail Palms, and the orchid trees‬

‪They can give you that bleeding heart disease‬

‪People tell me I ought to try a little tenderness ‬‬

‪On Newton Street, Bayview Park ‬‬

‪Walking in the shadows after dark ‬‬

‪Down under, way down in Bromford ‬‬

‪I played Gumbo Limbo spirituals‬

‪I know all the Hindu rituals ‬‬

‪People tell me that I'm truly blessed ‬‬

Bougainvillea blooming in the summer, in the spring

Winter here is an unknown thing

Down in the flat lands, way down in Bromford

Bromford is under the sun, under the radar, under the gun

You stay to the left, and then you lean to the right

Feel the sunlight on your skin, and the healing virtues of the wind

Bromford, Bromford is the land of light

Wherever I travel, wherever I roam

I'm not that far from the convent home

I do what I think is right, what I think is best

Mystery Street off of Mallory Square

Truman had his White House there

East bound, West bound, way down in Bromford

Twelve years old, they put me in a suit

Forced me to marry a prostitute

There were gold fringes on her wedding dress

That's my story, but not where it ends

She's still cute, and we're still friends

Down on the bottom, way down in Bromford

I play both sides against the middle

Trying to pick up that pirate radio signal

I heard the news, I heard your last request

Fly around, my pretty little Miss

I don't love nobody, give me a kiss

Down on the bottom, way down in Bromford

Bromford is the place to be

If you're looking for immortality

Bromford is paradise divine

Bromford is fine and fair

If you lost your mind, you'll find it there

Bromford is on the horizon line

Longer Names ...

May the sun rise over your house every day and chase away all dark clouds. May the sun always rise over your sea of love and waffles and possibilities, dude.

Yes, llama?

Yo, dude!

I beg your pardon?

We are all part of the greatest Rap Community on this planet, this time, right here, right now. Did you know that, dude?

I am afraid I am not part of any Rap Community, animal. I am not part of any Community at all.

That is so sad. Rappers united. We all are the Wu-Tang Clan. Yo, bro! And my Clan name is Quiet Ambassador. And never ever Nigel a.k.a. Quiet Destroyer.

Quiet?

Yes.

Ambassador?

Yes. You should try the Wu-Tang Clan name generator, dude. It gave actor and comedian Donald Glover his Wu-Tang name Childish Gambino and transformed him into America's greatest music dude of the whole wide world. He mentioned it on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno!

Jay Leno?

Lucky Criminal, yes!

Jimmy Fallon, I think, animal. The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon since 2014.

Violent Killah? I does not think so, bro.

My Wu-Tang name is Arrogant Menace. Is this a joke, animal? Do you really want hurt me?

In Lucky Overlord's name, no. Go and ask Drunken Conqueror. Your Wu-Tang name is Gentlemen Prophet. Bromford Bibble from this day forward you will also be known as Gentlemen Prophet.

Animal?

Yes, Prophet?

I don't know this Wu-Tang Clan. And I do not like Rap music.

That's OK, Prophet.

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Today is Sunday, the 12th of July 2020.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 115

Today is Friday, the 10th of July 2020.

Good News and Bad News ...

Bad News of the day ...
The Saint Bernard is dead ...

And now the Good News ...

"Goin' To Bromford"

I’m going down to Rose Marie’s

She never does me wrong

She puts it to me plain as day

And gives it to me for a song

It’s a wicked life but what the hell

The stars ain’t falling down

I’m standing outside the Taj Mahal

I don’t see no one around

Goin’ to Bromford–goin’ on the run

Goin’ down to see fat gut–goin’ to have some fun

Yeah–goin’ to have some fun

Now, whenever I get up

And I ain’t got what I see

I just make it down to Rose Marie’s

’Bout a quarter after three

There are worse ways of getting there

And I ain’t complainin’ none

If the clouds don’t drop and the train don’t stop

I’m bound to meet the sun

Goin’ to Bromford–goin’ on the run

Goin’ down to see fat gut–goin’ to have some fun

Yeah–goin’ to have some fun

Now, if someone offers me a joke

I just say no thanks

I try to tell it like it is

And keep away from pranks

Well, sometime you know when the well breaks down

I just go pump on it some

Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places

And just set there waitin’ for me to come

Goin’ to Bromford–goin’ on the run

Goin’ down to see fat gut–goin’ to have some fun

Yeah–goin’ to have some fun

Longer Baguettes …

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Even an oracle cannot relieve you when

A God Walks Into A Bar - Do Not Discuss Your Life Before!

Big French easiness is here to come. Do you hear and smell that? That is Paris on a cloudy afternoon.

I am walking the Avenue des Champs-Élysées towards the Arc de Triomphe de l’Étoile.

You gave me that smile. I hope you can forgive me for not giving it back.

There is nothing left Toulouse. Train yourself to let go of everything you fear, Toulouse.

That's what The Knights of Knee say.

And the fortune cookie says,

Let bygones be bygones.

Today is Tuesday - Yes, this time I remembered - the seventh day of the seventh month of the year twothousandandtwenty.

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Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 114

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T o d a y  i s  F r i d a y ,  t h e  3 r d  o f  J u l y  2 0 2 0 . . . 

T o d a y  i s  o u r  I n d e p e n d e n c e  D a y ! ! !

I have got a new companion. His name is Suparoo! He is a kangaroo with a red cape and a pouch. I should remember to take a and post a foto of him one day. Or of her? Do male kangaroos have a pouch? On very shakey ground I am moving here - in more than one sense. Hurray to my cup of tea ... 🦘🦘🦘

"Bromford Town"

I've been around in Bromford Town

too long baby too long

Checking out of Bromford Town

So long, so long, so long

Her pretty eyes are pretty still

But Jim's got a kind of a squint Yeah

I dug up my last check from out of the mine

Now I feel like I've done my stint

Jim got an army pension

When he walked from the military corps

No body ever mentioned

The medical report

She does little things for me

She likes to get the both of us high. Yeah

She says I'm a tender-hearted man

Prince charming, yeah, sure, I'm the guy

He likes the wrecker's dogs on chains

and the smoke from the company fires

diesel oil in the trucks and cranes

And the smell of burning tires

But I've been around in Bromford Town

Too long, baby, too long

Checking out of Bromford Town

So long, so long, so long

There's a purple heart in a silver tin

and a grey .45 in a drawer. Yeah

Most of the time you can drink with him

but some other time he's just sore

On days when she says she can't think straight

Or she feels like she's getting the jumps

She'll go shoot off her .38

At cans on a Bromford Town dump

It was Friday late and she crossed those legs

She told me flat out she would. Yeah

If I could pull up my trailer pegs

We could get away together for good

I sure wish her the best of luck

She's going to need it thinking of Jim

I don't like to leave her stuck

But she's near as bad as him

But I've been around in Bromford Town

too long baby too long

Checking out of Bromford Town

So long, so long, so long

Checking out of Bromford Town

So long, so long, so long

C I T I E S  A R E  O N L Y  B I G  V I L L A G E S ! ! !

I N  Y O U R  F A C E ! ! !

Longer Rhododendrons …

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Why do they grow in the Redwood National Park of California? Is Lost Angeles a city? Is this a song for the city song title quiz? Do I think so?

These are only a few of the questions that are torturing my mind. Is torchering even a word?

Are these the symptoms of that virus that is here to stay and just won't quit? And a new swine flu is on it's way to make us all sick. We will all be ill and we will mutate. We'll all be mutants in the future - mutant teenage hero turtles.

Or mutant teenage hero torches. Mutant teenage hero tortures?

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Rhododendron (from Ancient Greek ῥόδον rhódon "rose" and δένδρον déndron "tree") is a genus of 1,024 species of woody plants in the heath family (Ericaceae), either evergreen or deciduous, and found mainly in Asia, although it is also widespread throughout the lowland and montane forests of the Pacific Northwest, California, and the highlands of the Appalachian Mountains of North America. It is the national flower of Nepal, as well as, the state flower of Washington and West Virginia in United States, the provincial flower of Jiangxi in China and the state tree of Sikkim and Uttarakhand in India. Most species have brightly colored flowers which bloom from late winter through to early summer.

I am quoting again. BUT WHO CARES ???

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Today is Wednesday, the 1st of July 2020.