G abbles …

 

»Feels like a dog ate my homeworks«, Nigel says still mourning.

»More like a black sheep ate our treasure map«, the llama adds kiddingly.

»Focus, please!«

Claude Sideburns is putting his hands on his temples as if this would help him think or prevent his thoughts from escaping his head and brain.

»So, again, how many stars are there in Ursa Minor?«

»I would say six«, Kylie says.

»The answer is never six«, the llama says. »The answer is and always will be fourty-two.«

»What is Ursa Major?« Nigel asks.

»Aren't you the college student in this group?« the llama asks. »The only one who is kind of an academic here?«

»Hey«, Kylie complains, »I have got a master's degree in Comparative Literature.«

»And you almost became an archaeologist's assistant, we know«, the llama says. »So, what is your main subject at college, Nigel?«

Nigel's answer is almost whispered, »I haven't decided, yet.«

»After all this time«, Kylie sighs.

»Mom!«

»Ursa Major«, Claude Sideburns, the man who is not a professor for archaeology, starts to explain, »also known as the Great Bear, is a constellation of stars in the northern sky, whose associated mythology likely dates back into prehistory.«

»Another cup of tea, dear?«

Housekeeper Hildegard is approaching with a tray with a steaming teapot and some cups.

»For you and your friends?«

»Not now«, Ma, Claude says.

»Ma?«

We are all looking at each other.

Bored of the life in the City of Gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
And questioned his story again.
But soon they grew bored of their prey

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Today is Tuesday, the 30th of May 2023.

Asterism

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 249

Today is Sunday, the 28th of May 2023.

I wish you a lot of petrichor for Pentecost,
said the the piglet blowing its' pig's snout.

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"Welcome To Fabulous Bromford"

Woke up in the rusted frame of a burned out old DeVille
Your legs are shot and they're flushed with pain
But you can't keep 'em still
The sun sets and you're afraid of that itching in your skin

You stumble down the boulevard of neon encrusted temple
You're looking for the grace of God in the arms of a fellow stranger
Disciples hand you catalogs of concubines
As you stumble down the boulevard crying "Hosanna"

Welcome to fabulous
Welcome to fabulous Bromford
Give us your dreamers, your harlots and your sin
Bromford
Didn't nobody tell you the house will always win?

Cameras on the ceiling tile, no place for you to hide
It's a hundred seven and you're looking for shade that
No palm tree can provide

But there's a little girl you remember back in Tennessee
You have this reoccurring dream
Where you see her playing hide-and-seek
With a woman who used to know you very well

Sunsets in neon lights
Call girls in neon lights
Blackjack and lady luck
Cocaine and lady luck

You call upon her on holy knees tonight in Bromford
Give us your dreamers,
Your harlots and your sin
Bromford

Didn't nobody tell you?
Didn't nobody tell you?
Didn't nobody tell you?
The house will always win.

O ars …

»Hey, look what the treasure map is doing. You have got to see it, all of you.«

Just as Nigel is stepping out of the library of Brompton Castle through the glass door once more with a funny little jump and the green treasure map in his left hand suddenly a mighty rushing wind comes from the cloudy skies taking away the pergamentic paper which is the Greenlion treasure map.

»No. No. No.«

Nigel's little jumps of joy aren't that little anymore and anything but joyfull. No matter how high he reaches the treasure map is always out of reach and once it lands on the ground another gust of wind carries it up in the air again.

»Quick«, I say to everyone, »don't let it get away. Catch the map!«

The llama, Kylie, Claude, the non-archaeologist, Gilbert, the butler, Hildegard, the housekeeper, Nigel and me, myself and I are running around like fools in the frontyard of Brompton Castle always a little and finally too late.

Out of the blue and one of the laurel hedges around the Brompton estate the black sheep re-enters the scene.

»I knew it«, Nigel exclaims. »There has been a black sheep all along!«

And before one of us can grap the treasure map or get between it and the black animal, the sheep takes the pergamentic paper with its' grinning teeth and swollows it whole without chewing.

Nigel breaks down and falls to his knees.

»No. No. No. Everything is lost. And I cannot remember the signs on the map. If only I had a photographic memory and the ability to draw them down.«

Claude Sideburns, the man the llama and all of us called Claude Burnside and a professor for archaeology once, steps next to Kylie's son helping him back to his feet again trying to comfort him.

»Don't worry, young man«, he says. »I think I found another key to the stone dial in the mud. «

He has all of our full attention now.

»You have?« I ask pulling an eyebrow.

»Yes, I think so. Does anybody of you know how many stars there are in Ursa Major?«

WHAAAT?

Bored of the life in the City of Gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
And questioned his story again.

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Today is Wednesday, the 24th of May 2023.

Ursa Major

 

F ables ...

 
# He wasn't bald-headed at that time.

- Who?

# The little singing man you were
writing about. He was bearded at that
time. His hair was thin but longer at
the back. Maybe you can say he had
light hair. So instead of bald-headed
you might want to call him light-
headed. So you should have written,
'And in my head I can hear a little
light-headed man singing'.

- I don't know what you are talking
about. And stop roaming around in
my head, animal.

Bored of the life in the City of Gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame

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Today is Monday, the 22nd of May 2023.

Light-headed Singer

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 248

Today is Saturday, the 20th of May 2023.

And the Lord of the Lost said,

Let chicken become dinosaurs...

And let dinosaurs become dragons with faces...

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"Bromford County"

Driving in to Bromford County
Me and Wayne on the Fourth of July
Driving in to Bromford County
Looking for some work on the county line
We drove down from New York City
Where the girls are pretty but they just want to know your name
Driving in to Bromford City
Got a union connection with an uncle of Wayne's
We drove 800 miles without seeing a cop
We got rock and roll music blasting off the t-top, singing

Sha la la, sha la la la la
Sha la la la, la la la
Sha la la, sha la la la la
Sha la la la, la la la

Hey little girl, standing on the corner
Today's your lucky day for sure, all right
Me and my buddy, we're from New York City
We got $200; we want to rock all night
Girl, you're looking at two big spenders
Why, the world don't know what me and Wayne might do
Our pa's each own one of the World Trade Centers
For a kiss and a smile, I'll give mine all to you
Come on baby, take a seat on my fender
It's a long night, and tell me, what else were you gonna do?
Just me and you, we could

Sha la la, sha la la la la
Sha la la la, la la la
Sha la la, sha la la la la
Sha la la la, la la la

Little girl, sitting in the window
Ain't seen my buddy in seven days
County man tells me the same thing
He don't work and he don't get paid
Little girl, you're so young and pretty
Walk with me and you can have your way
And we'll leave this Bromford City
For a ride down that Dixie Highway

Driving out of Bromford County
My eyes seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
Driving out of Bromford County
Seen Wayne handcuffed to the bumper of a state trooper's Ford

Sha la la, sha la la la la
Sha la la la, la la la
Sha la la, sha la la la la
Sha la la la, la la la
Sha la la, sha la la la la
Sha la la la, la la la
Sha la la, sha la la la la
Sha la la la, la la la
Sha la la, sha la la la la
Sha la la la, la la la
Sha la la, sha la la la la
Sha la la la, la la la

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 247

Today is Friday, the 12th of May 2023.

I think the egg won the race which came first
- Chicken or Egg?

No way, said the hens...

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"Gone To Bromford"

Luther left at first light Friday morning
Little Dan and Becky wave good-bye
They're gonna have to share the wait together
Idle hands will see a good fire slowly die.

Gone to Bromford for the Union
Shoulder to shoulder, side by side
Gone to Bromford, hope springs eternal
When flags and bullets start to fly

April's come and the air smells fresh with rain
They watched his shadow fade around the bend
He's headed for a different kind of thunder
And the stunned surprise in the eyes of dying men

Gone to Bromford for the Union
Shoulder to shoulder, side by side
Gone to Bromford, time passes slowly
When flags and bullets start to fly

The old black rooster sang in death down that dirt road
His steps in bold, his man of fancy free
I pray we see him alive and well in the forehead
In that Godforsaken place in Tennessee

Gone to Bromford for the Union
Shoulder to shoulder, side by side
Gone to Bromford, men stand united
When flags and bullets start to fly

After all this, if we should prevail
Heaven help the South
When Sherman comes their way

S acraments …

»Where did the black sheep go?« Nigel asks as we are going to Brompton Castle's front yard through a floor-to-ceiling glass door coming from the library.

»Black sheep?« the llama asks with a diabolic grin. »There never was a black sheep. You did not see a black sheep. Did you, boy?«

It is moving its' frontlegs in strange circles in front of Nigel's face as if it wants to hypnotize him.

»Ah, forget about it«, Nigel says. »Let's take a look at those signs in the mud«.

The sun is shining. Birds are singing and tulips blooming in all shapes and colours. Feels like it became springtime from one second to the next.

The signs the dancing sheep-feet uncovered is a circle made of square stone slabs with deep and dark symbols engraved.

Claude Sideburns, the man the llama and we used to call Burnside, who is not a professor for archaeology, is kneeling next to the circle, touching the stones and… What is he doing? Is he licking and tasting the mud from the stones and his fingers?

»I think it's a dial«, he says.

»A dial of destiny?« I can hear butler Gilbert murmer to housekeeper Hildegard. The two servants are still standing in the glass door.

»The engravements suggest that this circle was build to celebrate the coronation of one of the great kings or queens of the Greenlion people. She or he got the sacred sacraments inside this circle of stone slabs before the shaman put a crown of feathers on their head.«

»Do you think it is time for his pills?« I can hear Hildegard murmer with a snickering in her voice.

Claude is stepping around the circle getting more and more exited.

»There are symbols for North, East, South and West.«

He is pointing at four of the dark symbols.

»Others say Here, There and Everywhere. And some of them I do not understand, yet.«

»Ah, come on, Master Claude«, Gilbert, the butler exclaims. »Are you serious?«

»What do you want from me?« Sideburns asks. »Just becaue I am not a professor for archaeology does not mean that I am not interested in archaeology and mysterious signs. And all the you others, stop standing around just staring. Somebody bring me that treasure map. I think I can find an instruction manual for this dial with the map somehow.«

And in my head I can hear a little bald-headed man singing,

Bored of the life in the City of Gold

He'd left and let nobody know.

Gone were the towers he had known from a child,

Alone with the dream of a life

He travelled the wide open road,

The blinkered arcade,

In search of another to share in his life.

Nowhere.

Everyone looked so strange to him.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail

They don't even know of our existence.

Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold

That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And wept as they led him away to a cage

Beast that can talk, read the sign.

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Today is Sunday, the 7th of May 2023.

Circle of Stone

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 246

Today is Thursday, the 3rd of May 2023.

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name...

When I discovered it was...

The Last Unicorn...

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"Leaving For Bromford No. 2"

I'm leaving for Bromford
No, I don't think that I'll see you
I'm leaving for Bromford
No, I don't think that I need to

So I'm leaving for Bromford
Won't you try to take care of yourself?

I pray you won't follow
Through the crooked streets behind me
I pray you won't follow
Like so many who've known me


So I'm leaving for Bromford
Don't you try to find out where I am
Just you try to take care yourself

And when I get there
I'll lose the ring you gave me
And when I get there
How happy I will then be

So I'm leaving for Bromford
Won't you try to take care of yourself?
Just you try to take care yourself

'Cause I'm leaving, yes, I'm leaving
'Cause I'm leaving, yes, I'm leaving
For Bromford, goodbye

 

 

Some say today is Thursday, the 4th of May 2023...
May, the 4th was not with me this time...