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