B aboons …

The face at the window is drinking the light of life and darkness eats my heart.

Do you hear the cows scream?

Come home, time, your head is full of tulips.

»Excuse me, please«, Professor Burnside says, »Is this going anywhere? Do you still need me?«

»His name is Sideburns.«

»That's right«, Professor Sideburns says. »But what can I do for you two?«

»Make yourself useful«, the llama says. »Can't you see the grass needs mowing?«

»What grass?« the so-called Professor Sideburns asks. »Do you have grass on the roofterrace?«

»The grass in the garden, can't you see it?«

»What garden?«

»Take the grass in Bromford Park, for Neil's sake.«

»One last question«, Professor Sideburns seems not too confident. »Who is this Neil you are talking now?«

I am trying hard to ignore this chit-chat.

»Green«, I say. »Did you notice that this treasure map is green, animal?«

»Now we are getting somewhere.«

I cannot read the expression on the llama's face.

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Today is Monday, the 30th of May 2022.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 207

Today is Saturday, the 28th of May 2022.

Bee plus hive equals bee-hive.
Called the queen-bee Amy and met here in a winehouse.

Add some black dots to a red frock
and you have got a ladybug. Or is it a ladybird?

The second name sounds strange.

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"Bromford Hill (Way Gone)"

Standing on top of Bromford Hill thinkin' about flyin'
Been around, but now I'm gone
Been gone, but now I'm goin' down

I was flyin' high through the night when the mornin' came
But I was gone, if you know what I mean
I was around, but now I'm gone
Been done down, but now I'm just way down low
(Watch my moves)

He do the snake in the grass
He do the wiggle it around now way down low
I been around, but now I'm gone
Been gone, but now I'm just way gone
I been around, but now I'm gone
Been gone, but now I'm way gone

I been around, but now I'm gone (Yeah)
Been around, but now I'm gone
Been gone, but now I'm-a-just way gone
(Watch my moves)

He do the snake in the grass

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 206

Today is Friday, the 20th of May 2022.

Never put ants down your pants.
Bad rhyme, no surprise.

If you see trees
please put up twenty bees...

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"Bromford"

We walked in the cold air
Freezing breath on a window pane
Lying and waiting
A man in the dark in a picture frame
So mystic and soulful
A voice reaching out in a piercing cry
It stays with you until

The feeling has gone, only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Bromford

The music is weaving
Haunting notes, pizzicato strings
The rhythm is calling
Alone in the night as the daylight brings
A cool, empty silence
The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky
It fades to the distance

The image has gone, only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Bromford

This means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Bromford

U biquitous …

»It is better to remain silent at the risk of being thought a fool, than to talk and remove all doubt of it.«

»What?«

»Llama, what are you wearing and who is that guy in our living room?«

The llama is wearing a brown hat and a leather jacket and a leather whip.

»Why do you keep asking questions and answering them in the next sentence?«

Why does the animal think that I am doing that?

»Treasure maps, Bromford. I might have told you about all the hidden treasure maps in the apartment building on 666, Whitaker Lane, in Bromford the friendly town by the bay and seaside.«

»Again, don't tease something you cannot make happen, animal.«

»And this is my old archaeology professor from college, Professor Burnside.«

»My name is Sideburns«, the so-called professor says.

»Whatever. We are going to find the City of Gold, dude.«

»The fabulous Eldorado?«

»No, the City of Gold, dude.«

»Excuse me«, the so-called Professor Sideburns adresses me, »Is that thing with the hat and the leather jacket and the whip a llama?«

»So the nonsense continues, animal?«

»Snakes!« the animal exclaims, »Why does it always have to be snakes? It's not the age, it's the mileage, Mr. Jones!«

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Today is not the 12th of June, 1981. Today is Sunday, the 15th of May 2022.
One day before the blood-moon.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 205

Today is Thursday, the 12th of May 2022.

There is always an ANT in elephANT !!!

Feels like I made this pun a million times !!!

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"Bromford Dream"

Goodbye to my Bromford dream
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind

Goodbye to the roses on your street
Goodbye to the paintings on the wall
Goodbye to the children we'll never meet
And the ones we left behind
And the ones we left behind

I'm somewhere, you're somewhere
I'm nowhere, you're nowhere
You're somewhere, you're somewhere
I could go there but I don't

Rob's in the kitchen making pizza
Somewhere down in Battery Park
I'm singing songs about the future
Wondering where you are

I could call you on the telephone
But do I really want to know?
You're making love now to the lady down the road
No I don't, I don't want to know

I'm somewhere, you're somewhere
I'm nowhere, you're nowhere
You're somewhere, you're somewhere
I could go there but I don't

Goodbye to my Bromford dream
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
And the ones we left behind

 

 

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 204

Today is Wednesday, the 4th of May 2022.

May, the fourth, be with you, said the badger.

What an event, said the elephant.

Elephant - a heavy plant-eating mammal with a prehensile trunk, long curved ivory tusks, and large ears, native to Africa and southern Asia. It is the largest living land animal.

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"Bromford"

 

In Bromford freedom looks like

Too many choices

In Bromford I found a friend

To drown out the other voices

 

Voices on a cell phone

Voices from home

Voices of the hard sell

Voices down a stairwell

In Bromford

Just got a place in Bromford

 

In Bromford summers get hot

Well into the hundreds

You can't walk around the block

Without a change of clothing

 

Hot as a hair dryer in your face

Hot as a handbag and a can of mace

Bromford

I just got a place in Bromford

Bromford, Bromford

 

 

In Bromford you can forget

Forget how to sit still

Tell yourself you will stay in

But it's down to Alphaville

 

Bromford

Bromford, Bromford

Bromford, Bromford

Bromford

 

The Irish been coming here for years

Feel like they own the place

They got the airport, city hall

Asphalt, asphalt

They even got the police

 

Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics

Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew

Happily not like me and you

That's where I lost you

 

Bromford

Bromford, Bromford

Bromford

Bromford, Bromford

Bromford

Bromford

 

 

In Bromford I lost it all

To you and your vices

Still I'm staying on to figure out

Midlife crisis

 

I hit an iceberg in my life

You know I'm still afloat

You lose your balance, lose your wife

In the queue for the lifeboat

 

You got to put the women and children first

But you've got an unquenchable thirst for Bromford

 

Bromford

Bromford

Bromford, Bromford

 

In the stillness of the evening

When the sun has had its day

I heard your voice whispering

Come away now

 

New, Bromford

New

Bromford

Oh

Bromford