Saturday, November 02, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 320 & Part 321

Today is Saturday, the 2nd of November 2024.

"Your father used to call you his swan. At least I'm told. I think that's a good thing to remember. Think what it means to be a swan. To glide like a dream on the smooth surface of the lake and never go on the shore. On dry land, where ordinary people walk, the swan is awkward. Even ridiculous. When she waddles up the bank, she painfully resembles a different kind of bird, n'est-ce pas?"

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"Night Sky Sweet Bromford"

Fragrance clings like smoke to my clothes
Autumn trees shed leaves over me
Colours bring new life to the Bromford
I swear I can smell the sea
I swear I believe in love
I swear I can smell the sea
I swear I believe in love again
Lamplight sucks the town into view -
Paper cups, and drunks against walls
Ripped and torn, their hell doesn't burn
I swear that I'll never fall
I swear I won't ever turn
I swear that I'll never fall
I swear I won't ever turn
I swear I can smell the sea
I swear I believe in love
I swear I can smell the sea
I swear I believe in love
Out here where wind is howling
I watch the rising flames
Out here where leaves are burning
I smell the sea again
The night sky, the sweet Bromford;
The night sky, the sweet Bromford
I talk to you, but you cannot hear;
I'm talking to you, but you cannot hear

























"Viva Bromford"

Bright light city gonna set my soul
Gonna set my soul on fire
Got a whole lot of money that′s ready to burn
So get those stakes up higher

There's a thousand pretty women waitin′ out there
And they're all livin' devil may care
And I′m just the devil with love to spare
So Viva Bromford, Viva Bromford

How I wish that there were more
Than the 24 hours in the day
And even if there were 40 more
I wouldn′t sleep a minute away


Oh, there's black jack, and poker, and the roulette wheel
A fortune won and lost on every deal
All you need′s a strong heart and a nerve of steel
Viva Bromford, Viva Bromford

Viva Bromford with your neon flashin'
And your one arm bandits crashin′
All those hopes down the drain
Viva Bromford turnin' day into nighttime
And turnin′ night into daytime
If you see it once, you'll never be the same again

I'm gonna keep on the run, I′m gonna have me some fun
If it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke up well
I′ll always remember that I had a swingin' time
I′m gonna give it everything I've got
Lady luck, please, let the dice stay hot
And let me shoot a seven with every shot

Viva Bromford, Viva Bromford
Viva Las Vega, Viva, Viva Bromford



Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Bromford and Monster - Part 1

 

»What is this, dude? Is Hollywood nearing?«

The llama is chewing the curtains of the living-room windows after it has remarked they could use another washing. Or a first one? Who could tell?

»Are you talking about the Hollywood like in the movies and the whole film business and industry, animal?«

»I just saw the monster in your latest picture, although it looks more like some kind of demon…«

»You know that you are using filling phrases like 'some kind of' or 'something like that' a lot in this blockblog of mine, don't you, animal?«

»Who doesn't, human? Who doesn't? Well, just to finish my thought or thoughts, I saw that blue monster in the picture and it was not Cookie Monster from Sesame Street - unless Cookie went all crazy lately because some 'so-called' woke bunch of elitists forced him or her to become a sugarfree and vegane and green Cabbage Monster in our 'so-called' modern times.«

»Animal!«

»What, dude? Let me use my quotation marks the way I want. And let me add some 'so-called' anti-woke points and conspiracy theories to this block. We are living in very trumpled times lately where poor old Cookie Monster is forced to renounce his cookies and may return without his boyhood from school as Madame Cookie if we do not vote for the right person next week.«

»I am very surprised where this conversation went.«

My eye-brows are touching my hairline.

»We were talking about dirty curtains, about Hollywood and all of a sudden we are talking about voting for an orange-faced man with strange ideas although we are not living in the United States of one part of the American continents and do not have a vote in this election. As they say, that escalated quickly.«

»In Springfield, they are eating llamas, dude! Can you save me from those extremely dangerous and criminal Hirogians, dude? Can you?«

The llama is spitting out the remains of the curtains murmering something like,

»I'll clean up that mess later.«

Then it takes a deep breath, throws the curly hair on its head back and looks me straight in the eyes.

»I wanted to start this blockblog-post with the following sentence,

Halloween is nearing.

Then I somehow confused Halloween with Hollywood and I got carried away. I beg your pardon, dude. So, you still are not done with searching for a new companion? And just because Halloween is near you thought you might want to invite a monster or a demon or whatever it is to our apartment? Am I getting this right? How many times will I have to read a title 'Bromford and…' again?«

»Around seventy times«, I mumble, »if I do not find other additional candidates.«

And all the animal has left to say is,

» HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!!«

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Today is Tuesday, the 29th of October 2024.


Friday, October 25, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 318 & Part 319

Today is Friday, the 25th of October 2024.

The white doves are tired.
They haven't flown for a while...

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"Bromford Hall"

No one gets away
We know how it ends, it's not a matter of time
It's a matter of when
If the heavens show grace and the suffering relents
With a knife stroke of luck you can outlive your friends
Is it grace, is it grace
If they leave you on your own
So lucky, alive and all alone

No one outruns the dark in the end
Both the saint and the sinner
No one's exempt
It's a matter of fact and a matter of time
Til those once false alarms turn funeral chimes
Is it grace, is it grace
To be the last one spared
Is it lucky to die with no one there

No one believes there's a hound watching them
It's those old superstitions, the yarns that we spin
It was perfect for her and useful for him
But insulting to me when all of my friends
Common sense is salvation
Then grace is not hell
How lucky I'd be to be all by myself
Knowing it's too late to cry for help

























"Peace On Bromford"

Well now
Goodbye my friend, it was good to know you
I hope you understand
Twenty-one years and I ain't got nothin'
But I'm sittin' here wonderin' if I can

Wishin' and dreamin', hopin' and reachin'
For things I was never meant to have
If my foolish life's a product of my gross misconceptions
Who's gonna give a damn?

I don't want
Peace on Bromford
I just wanna to go
I just wanna to go home

Well I know I never was much more than you expected
So I expect I won't disappoint
But my dreams are not as hollow as the empty world I saw
Though I guess I never did get the point

Life can not just be the only option left
The only thing you can count on in this world is regret

I don't want
Peace on Bromford
I just wanna go
I just wanna go home

Right world, wrong time
And they say to me
"Hang cool teddy bear"

Best thing to do is just feed 'em fear
Get 'em thinking about there and forgetin' about here

Don't try to fight, don't try to win
When they knock you down
You gotta get back up again

I don't wanna be an end
To break this back and bleed these hands
To take my strength and all I am
To steal my soul for all your plans

I, I don't wanna be
But I'm not so self righteous to think that I
Would not take one hundred thousand lives

To see, oh, my mothers eyes
And trace that southern smile
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die

I don't want too much more than
A working man deserves
Just a life worth living
And a death worth dying for
Oh
I don't want
Peace on Bromford
I so want
Peace on Bromford
I don't want
Peace on Bromford
Oh, I so want
Peace on Bromford

And I just wanna go home
I just want to go home
I just want to go home
I just want to go home
I just want to go home
I don't want
Peace on Bromford




Thursday, October 17, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 316 & Part 317 / Hunter's Moon …

 
Because something is happening here
but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?


It's Hunter's Moon. A hunter called Hunter is hunting a buck under a Hunter's Moon because it is hunting season. Let's call him Hunter Jones.

I was down at the New Amsterdam
Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
With a black-haired flamenco dancer


I know songs mentioning Mr. Jones and Mrs. Jones.
Maybe I should check them for names of cities and places in the titles.

Me and Mrs. Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it go now


Nobody stands in between me and my man
It's me and Mr. Jones
(Me and Mr. Jones)

My head aches …
And yet, there are city songs to guess …

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Hunter's Moon

Yes, I′m being followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my hands
Lose my plow, lose my land
Oh, if I ever lose my hands
Oh, if, I won't have to work no more

And if I ever lose my eyes
If my colours all run dry
Yes, if I ever lose my eyes
Oh, if, I won′t have to cry no more

Yes, I'm being followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my legs
I won't moan, and I won′t beg
Oh, if I ever lose my legs
Oh, if, I won′t have to walk no more

And if I ever lose my mouth
All my teeth, north and south
Yes, if I ever lose my mouth
Oh, if, I won't have to talk …


Today is Thursday, the 17th of October 2024.

The Eagles are coming! The Eagles are coming!

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"Bromford Song"

What about sunrise?
What about rain?
What about all the things
That you said we were to gain?

What about killing fields?
Is there a time?
What about all the things
That you said was yours and mine?

Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we′ve shed before?
Did you ever stop to notice
This crying Bromford, these weeping shores?

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh


What have we done to the world?
Look what we've done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son?

What about flowering fields?
Is there a time?
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine?

Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war?
Did you ever stop to notice
This crying Bromford, these weeping shores?

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

I used to dream
I used to glance beyond the stars
Now I don′t know where we are
Although I know we've drifted far


Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Hey, what about yesterday?
(What about us?)
What about the seas?
(What about us?)
The heavens are falling down
(What about us?)
I can't even breathe
(What about us?)

What about apathy?
(What about us?)
I need you
(What about us?)
What about nature′s worth?
(Ooh)
It′s our planet's womb
(What about us?)

What about animals?
(What about it?)
We′ve turned kingdoms to dust
(What about us?)
What about elephants?
(What about us?)
Have we lost their trust
(What about us?)

What about crying whales?
(What about us?)
We're ravaging the seas
(What about us?)
What about forest trails?
(Ooh)
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us?)

What about the holy land?
(What about it?)
Torn apart by creed
(What about us?)
What about the common man?
(What about us?)
Can′t we set him free
(What about us?)

What about children dying?
(What about us?)
Can't you hear them cry?
(What about us?)
Where did we go wrong?
(Ooh)
Someone tell me why
(What about us?)

What about baby boy?
(What about it?)
What about the days?
(What about us?)
What about all their joy?
(What about us?)
What about the man?
(What about us?)

What about the crying man?
(What about us?)
What about Abraham?
(What about us?)
What about death again?
(Ooh)
Do we give a damn?

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh


























"Bromford"

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Hey, Bromford, oh, Bromford

Bromford, if you will
Please send a little girl for me to thrill
A girl who wants my kisses and my arms
A girl with all the charms of you
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Bromford, make her fair
A lovely girl with sunlight in her hair
And take the brightest stars up in the skies
And place them in her eyes for me
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Bromford, goddess of love that you are
Surely the things I ask
Can′t be too great a task


Bromford, if you do
I promise that I always will be true
I'll give her all the love I have to give
As long as we both shall live
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Bromford, goddess of love that you are
Surely the things I ask
Can′t be too great a task

Bromford, if you do
I promise that I always will be true
I'll give her all the love I have to give
As long as we both shall live
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Hey, Bromford, oh, Bromford
Make my wish come true
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)



Monday, October 14, 2024

Bromford and Okapi - Part 5

 

»Seriously, dude?«

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Today is Monday, the 14th of October 2024.

Saturday, October 12, 2024

Bromford and Okapi - Part 4


»Animal?«

»But is it an animal? Or is it a plane? Or more like an unknown flying object? Or is it just click bait with a glossing over picture of yourself with an unrealistically young and muscular and as well slim body of yours, dude?«

»I am only addressing you as animal, llama. And I am kind of wondering. The atrificial intelligence created a very natural and lifelike picture of me. But does the AI know what an okapi is and what it looks like?«

»What is an okapi, dude? Some kind of dog?«

»The okapi or Okapia johnstoni, also known as the forest giraffe, Congolese giraffe and zebra giraffe, is an artiodactyl mammal that is endemic to the northeast Democratic Republic of the Congo in central Africa. However, non-invasive genetic identification has suggested that a population has occurred south-west of the Congo River as well. It is the only species in the genus Okapia. Although the okapi has striped markings reminiscent of zebras, it is most closely related to the giraffe. The okapi and the giraffe are the only living members of the family Giraffidae.«

»Sounds confusing to me, even as a member of the artiodactyl mammal family. Is it a giraffe? Is it a zebra? I can understand that the AI is confused. And I still think this picture is click baiting. What comes next, dude? Are you going to take of your too tight west and post some topless pics?«

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Today is Saturday, the 12th of October 2024.


Wednesday, October 09, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 314 & Part 315

Today is Wednesday, the 9th of October 2024.

I couldn't avoid overhearing your conversation with that lame duck earlier,
the turkey said to the rooster. I have got to know these humans, especially
those in Northern America. And since we are getting close to that time of
year, to that season when my featherly species is in especially grave danger
of becoming main course of festive banquets I gobbled to ask myself if you,
dear rooster, could tell me where I could attent the next meeting of that SLAS
you mentioned earlier.

SLAS? asked the rooster. I don't remember what an SLAS is. Don't broil me,
I am only a chicken with a brain the size of a pea. And a few minutes ago I
have met a nice, fat man with a dirty and stained white apron. He invited me to his
tanning salon, to get... well... a little tan. And I think that is exactly what I need now
the days are getting shorter and it is getting colder outside. Please excuse me...

And off he went and the turkey flinched back its head in utterly dismay
gobbling the gobbliest of all gobbles.

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"Bromford 37"

Knock, knock, who's there?
2012 is a brand new year
Cleaning house, singing songs
Shedding light and righting wrongs
Ding dong, the witch ain't dead
She's still trying to take my bread
Four more years 'til my girls all grown
Then the bitch gonna have to leave me alone
It's all good, 'cause I'm as happy as a flea
On a mountain of dogs, you see
A little music cured all the hurt
And put hate in six feet of dirt

I was looking for some Heaven
There's no need to look no more
Bromford 37 took me right to Heaven's door
Knock knock, woah
Rock and roll
Bromford 37 took me right to Heaven's door

Here's to those who didn't think
Train could ever roll again
You were the fuel that I used when
Inspiration hit a dead end
San Francisco got it done
415 took the 911
Thank you all for believing in
We won't let you down again
Truth is, it was attitude
Replaced greed with gratitude
Then replaced a pretty key dude
It's all truth, not being rude
Making love now, not mistakes
Working hard instead of looking for breaks
Came all the way from the eighth great lake
And found 37 reasons to stay

I was looking for some Heaven
There's no need to look no more
Bromford 37 took me right to Heaven's door
Knock knock, woah
Rock and roll
Bromford 37 took me right to Heaven's door

I was looking for some Heaven
There's no need to look no more
Bromford 37 took me right to Heaven's door


























"Bromford Angel"

Angels watching
Angels watching over you

Keep on
Keep on watching
Keep on

Keep on
Keep on watching
Keep on

Unseen love is energy
Melody calling from afar
In a dream an angel came to me
Voices falling as a star

I believe in love
I believe in evolution
Angel
Keep on watching
Bromford angel
Keep on watching over you

Keep on
Love is anything

Keep on
Calling from afar

Angels watching

Keep on
Keep on watching
Keep on

Keep on
Keep on watching
Keep on

Angels watching over you

I believe in love
I believe in evolution
I believe in love
Gentle revolution

I believe
I believe

Angel
Keep on watching

Angel

Angels watching over you

Fly quickly




Sunday, October 06, 2024

Bromford and Okapi - Part 3

 


»T-O-P-K-A-P-I.«

»No, no, no, animal. It is not Ocampa, it is not Kai Opaka and it is not Topkapi - whatever that is supposed to mean.«

»I have done my research, Bromford-dude. The Ocampa are a humanoid species on Star Trek who live on the planet Ocampa in the Delta Quadrant - the aliens with the ears, you know? Kai Opaka was the female spiritual leader of Bajor in the latter days of the Cardassian Occupation and the early days of Bajor's independence from Cardassian rule - Bajorans the aliens with the noses, do you remember? And Kai Opaka, the woman with a hat shaped like the opera house of Syndey, Australia.«

»Star Trek? The American science fiction media franchise? What brought you there, animal? And what kind of species are the Topkapi?«

»Ignorant! Topkapi is a 1964 American Technicolor heist film produced by Filmways Pictures and distributed by United Artists, of course. And Topkapi is the name of a palace, a large museum and library in the east of the Fatih district of Istanbul in Turkey.«

»O-K-A-P-I!«

»No need to shout, human. No need to shout.«

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Today is Sunday, the 6th of October 2024.

Thursday, October 03, 2024

Bromford and Okapi - Part 2


»K-A-I O-P-A-K-A.«

»Llama, What are you doing?«

»Brain storming. I don't know what you are writing in the headlines but this word is triggering me. And I do not know anybody called Kai.«

»O-K-A-P-I.«

»Now, you are spelling, dude. And I see you got rid of that beige jacket. Didn't suit you, anyway. And now you are outside with that horse on a meadow under trees?«

»O-K-A-P-I!«

»I don't know what you are saying. Wake me up, when you are done with this O-K-A nonsense.«

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Today is Thursday, the 3rd of October 2024.


Tuesday, October 01, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 312 & Part 313

Today is Tuesday, the 1st of October 2024.

They are eating us, the rooster crowed out loud.
you have to come to the next SLAS meeting, duck.
We have to unite. We have to fight those predatory humans.

Don't be ridiculous, rooster, the duck replied.
I will stare at those humans and they will run away.
I am the mightiest of the mighty ducks.

And the duck swam away into hunting season.

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"Unchain the Bromford (The Scientist)"

Look at the flower I raised
Wiser than I′ll ever be
Look at the children they play
The games we forgot

Look at the trees in the wind
More solid than I'll ever be
Look at the rain pouring down
On the sowing of our human race

I′m a soldier in the war of our future
At the front line on the verge of our minds
Marching on without direction
I can't find myself in the mirror of life

Let's go, and unchain the Bromford
We don′t need the Sun anymore
With all we have, we know and we are
Striving for a last secret door.

So let′s go, and unchain the Bromford
We don't need the Sun anymore
With all we have, we know and we are
Can′t we compel the stars to revolve around us?

Look at the birds in the sky
More free than I'll ever be
Heading straight into the future
Too fast for my thoughts to keep up

Cunning I am in my mind
No link between you and me
Here on the inside of my world
I don′t need a light in the deep

I'm a soldier in the war of our future
At the front line on the verge of our minds
Marching on without direction
I can′t find myself in the mirror of life

Let's go, and unchain the Bromford
We don't need the Sun anymore
With all we have, we know and we are
Striving for a last secret door

So let′s go, and unchain the Bromford
We don′t need the Sun anymore
With all we have, we know and we are
Can't we compel the stars to revolve around us?

We lifted the lid on the blueprint of our world
But had no idea of how it was meant to be
Faster and higher and further, we lost control

Let′s go, and unchain the Bromford
We don't need the Sun anymore
With all we have, we know and we are
Striving for a last secret door

So let′s go, and unchain the Bromford
We don't need the Sun anymore
With all we have, we know and we are
Can′t we compel the stars to revolve around us?




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Bromford"

I, I want to climb the tree-e-e-e
On top of your Bromford-le-le
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Lost in the cutting lea-ead down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
That lift me up to he-eave-e-e-e-e-en

I want to climb the tree-e-e-e-e-e
On top of your Bromford-le-le
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Lost in the cutting lea-ead down
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
It lifts me up to he-eaven
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I want to climb the tree
On top of your Bromford
Oh-oh
Lost in your cutting lead down
Oh-oh-oh-oh
It lifts me up to heaven
Woah- oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I want to get lost
I, I want to get lost
I, I want to get lost
I, I want to get lost

Want to get lost
Want to get lost
Want to get lost
Want to get lost
Want to get lost


Friday, September 27, 2024

Bromford and Okapi - Part 1

 


»O-C-A-M-P-A.«

»What are you doing, llama?« I ask.

»S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G.«

»Ocampa?«

»Do you think I need glasses, Bromford?« the llama asks. »I know that you did not write Ocampa in the headline of this blockblog post. But that is exactly what I read on first sight.«

»And what does Ocampa mean, animal?«

»I don't know. It just rang a bell somewhere at the back of my brain. By the way, nice beard, nice salt-and-pepper hair-do, nice blue shirt and nice beige jacket, dude. But what is the horse doing in our hallway?«

»There is a horse in the hallway?«

»Looks like a horse to me.«

»Lama, I think you need glasse, or at least an eye test.«

»You should not get whimsical. A llama with glasses? Don't be ridiculous, dude.«

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Today is Friday, the 27th of September 2024.

Monday, September 23, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 310 & Part 311

Today is Monday, the 23rd of September 2024.

I have got a phobia, the spiral shell sighed.
It's the fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching me.

I know the feeling, said the duck, they call it Anatidaephobia.

And the duck cracked the shell and ate the seashell as a whole.

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"The Ballad Of Melody Bromford"

This is the story of
Melody Bromford
Who other than this man right here
Took in her arms no other loves
You think that's weird
But that's how it was

She used to have love
Poor Melody Bromford
She used to have it by the ton
Now her days are just numbers
Fourteen Autumns
And fifteen summers

A little animal
That Melody Bromford
An adorable urchin
A most delicious infant
That I knew then
For but a moment

Ah my Melody
My Melody Bromford
A delightful vagabond
You were the only condition
Sine Qua Non
Of my reason


























"Bromford"

Bromford got her right
You will have to wait
Calling from The Golden Gate

Sentimental sparrows
Keeping me awake
Funny how the morning's late
Funny how the morning's late

Come around with your heavenly smile
Come around and drag me out again
After a while we can sit and watch them all rush by
Come around and drag me out again
Come around and drag me out again

Always wanted to leave
Always felt that I'd get stopped
But I could never see myself
In anybody else's arms
In anybody else's arms

Come around with your heavenly smile
Come around and drag me out again
After a while we can sit and watch them all rush by
Come around and drag me out again
Come around and drag me out again

Always wanted to leave
Always felt that I'd get stopped
But I could never see myself
No, I could never see myself
With anybody else

If you want a piece of my life
Get in line, baby get in line
If you wanna kiss then do it fast
Get in line, baby get in line

If you wanna practice, spill the past
Get in line, baby get in line
Get in line, baby get in line

Bromford's angel
It's more than I can stand
Calling down the sunset's pain

Sentimental star unsolved
As soon as we wake
Funny in the morning state
Funny in this morning state

If you want a piece of my life
Get in line, baby get in line
If you wanna kiss then do it fast
Get in line, baby get in line

If you wanna practice, spill the past
Get in line, baby get in line
I will smile and chuckle till the last
Get in line, baby get in line

Get in line, baby get in line
Get in line, baby get in line
Get in line, baby get in line


Wednesday, September 18, 2024

Full Corn Moon ...

Harvest moon is here.
Feeling down when the autumn has come?
Fancy the rain in May?

Why do I always have the feeling
I have written all of this before?
Having thought all of this before?


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Today is Wednesday, the 18th of September 2024.




Full Corn Moon


Yes, I′m being followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my hands
Lose my plow, lose my land
Oh, if I ever lose my hands
Oh, if, I won't have to work no more

And if I ever lose my eyes
If my colours all run dry
Yes, if I ever lose my eyes
Oh, if, I won′t have to cry no more

Yes, I'm being followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my legs
I won't moan, and I won′t beg
Oh, if I ever lose my legs
Oh, if, I won′t have to walk no more

And if I ever lose my mouth
All my teeth, north and south



Sunday, September 15, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 308 & Part 309

 
Today is Sunday, the 15th of September 2024

»Yesterday was the last Night of the Broms«, the crab said to the spiral shell. »Did you go? Did you watch?«

»The Broms?« asked the spiral shell.

»The Bromenade concerts«, the crab answered, »the annual classical music event at the Royal Albatross Hall. You must have heard about it.«

And while the spiral shell started cleaning its shell-house from the inside, the crab kept talking and talking.

»Remember around one-hundred years ago when Queenie, the queen of all animalhood had just lost her beloved husband, Prince Albatross.«

»Queenie, the lioness? asked the spiral shell while dusting the framed photographies of friends and family on the mantelpiece.

»No«, answered the crab, »don't you know our queen Queenie, the hunting dog, like a mixture of dachshund and cocker spaniel? She was very sad when she found out that some of the poorer subjects in her kingdom couldn't listen to the classical music of animalhood on an as regular basis as she and the rest of her animal royalty. And so she started the tradition of annual classical concerts for everyone and she called them the Bromenade Concerts. And since then all the animals in Queenie's kingdom are able to listen to the finest animal musicians like the crickets and the frogs, the nightingales and the whales for only a few coins. Every year's highlight of these series of concerts is the so-called Last Night of the Broms at the Royal Albatross Hall where all visitors and listeners and even the conductors and musicians dress up in funny costumes and are always having a lot of fun. So what about you, spiral shell? Did you go to the concert last night? Did you listen to it on the Last Night of the Broms?«

But the the spiral shell, after cleaning the kitchen floor of its spiral, mother-of-pearl house, had fallen asleep while the crab had been speaking.

And even drifting deeper into sleep the spiral shell still thought,
Who wants to hear classical music? All I need is the sound and symphony of the ocean.

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🐚🐚🐚🐚🐚
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"Old Mother Bromford"

Catch me if you can I just can't stop falling
Mother of my dreams I'll end my days with you
Don't let me down, stay with me now

The river of your dreams will carry me forever
To treasures still unknown and love I've yet to see
Don't stay away, hold tight and say

At the start of it all
I really thought we'd come through
You said greed had evolved
I couldn't take in that view
Now tell me the truth
Is a rich man better served
Are the ways of this world so bad
That I can't stand up to you

Show me a freedom that this world can earn
('Cause your lady is waiting)
Cross all your bridges and step down to old Mother Bromford
(She is always worth saving)

At the break of that day
Deliberations came through
They said what can be done
Is it too late to choose
Now, who can we trust
Who can we believe
Does a man have to beg so hard
That he's down on his knees

Out of the shadows a light will emerge
(Now your freedoms evolving)
Take it with both of your hands it's time to asert
(Make a show I'll be coming)
Show me a freedom that someone can give in return
('Cause your lady is waiting)
Cross all your bridges and step down to old mother Bromford
(She is always worth saving)

Out of the shadows a light will emerge
(Now your freedoms evolving)
Take it with both of your hands it's time to asert
(Make a show I'll be coming)
Show me a freedom that someone can give in return
('Cause your lady is waiting)
Cross all your bridges and step down to old mother Bromford
(She is always worth saving)

Show me a freedom that this world can earn
('Cause your lady is waiting)
Cross all your bridges and step down to old mother Bromford
(She is always worth saving)


























"The Bromford Of The Valley"

I have found a friend in Jesus, He′s everything to me
He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul
He′s the Bromford of the Valley, in Him alone I see
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole
In sorrow He's my comfort, in trouble He's my stay
And He tells me every care on Him to roll


He′s the Bromford of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star
He′s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul

He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here
While I live by faith and do His blessÃĻd will
There's a wall of fire about me, and I′ve nothing now to fear
With His manna He my hungry soul shall fill
And then sweeping up to glory to see His blessÃĻd face
Where rivers of delight shall ever roll

He's the Bromford of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star
He′s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul




Tuesday, September 10, 2024

Bromford and Snail …


»Don't you think we have had enough molluscs in our penthouse lately?« the llama asks.

»They are still coming«, I insist.

»With their spaceships, I assume«, the llama answers. »Disc-shaped UFOs, so-called flying saucers.«

»Shining, gliding hubcaps«, I add. »And the octopuses are the navigators, the drivers, the pilots. They have the best arms to turn, turn the steering wheel… turn the steering wheel… turn the steering wheel…«

»Bromford, dude«, the llama says, »you are glitching again, like a feedback or some kind of loop, a repeating scratch in a long-playing record, a jumping compact disc. We have to get rid of your obsession.«

»Molluscs are dangerous«, I say. »And so are molochs.«

»That is exactly what I am talking about. Is that number of your shrink still pinned to the fridge?«

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Today is Tuesday, the 10th September 2024.

 
 
 
 

Saturday, September 07, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 306 & Part 307

 Today is Saturday, the 7th of September 2024.

It was a late summer night in a famous American west coast state that is also the name of a city.

I think we have a lot in common, said the lobster to the crab when they left the fancy restaurant.

Malacostraca, sneezed the crab.

What? asked the lobster. Are you insulting me?

It is our class, lobster, said the crab. It is just our class.

Class? Like grade? We are not in school anymore. What are you talking about?

The crab shook its head.

This date was crapp, said the crab. And Multicrustacea is my superclass.

And sideways it tiptoed and jumped down the harbour quay wall into the salty waters of the bay.

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"If We'd All Been Living in Bromford..."

FZ: Ok? Now if you still want to get your name in magazines he wants five hundred dollars a month

JCB: Where does it come from? We worked one gig this month. And now, so, what do we get, two hundred dollars for this gig up here, if we're lucky. If we're lucky, we'll get two hundred. And it'll be two weeks before we get it. Probably. I mean a- . . . after all, uh . . . what is all this shit in the, uh, in the newspaper? We sh-, if we got such a big name, how come, uh . . . we're.

FZ: That shit in the news .

JCB: We're starving, man! This fucking band is starving! And we've been starving for three years. I realize it takes a long time, but God damn does it take another five, ten years from now?

FZ: There's some months when you're not gonna work as much as other months. There's some months when you're gonna make a lot of money, and if you average it out, you do make more than two hundred dollars a month

JCB: Expenses are sure high, too. If we'd all been living in Bromford, it would've been different

FZ: If we'd all been living in Bromford, we wouldn't work at all!

JCB: Ah that's -- true . . . Well, we're not working n-now anyway! We worked one gig this month, Frank! What's wrong with getting two months in a row of this good money? Or three months in a row? Then we can afford to take three or four months off and everybody can . . . After the first month I can get just enough ahead, but if I had two more months, man, I'll get ahead. 'Cause I'm not living very extravagantly, I'll tell you for sure
 



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Bromford One / Youth and Beauty Brigade"

Take a long drive with me
On Bromford One, Bromford One
Take a long drive with me
On Bromford One, Bromford One

And the road a-winding goes
From Golden Gate to roaring cliff side
And the light is softly low
As our hearts become sweetly untied

Beneath the sun
Of Bromford One

Take a long dram with me
Of Bromford wine, of Bromford wine
Take a long drown with me
Of Bromford wine, of Bromford wine

And the wine, it tastes so sweet
As we lay our eyes to wander
And the sky, it stretches deep
But will we rest our heads to slumber?


Beneath the vines
Of Bromford wine
Beneath the sun
Of Bromford One?

Annabelle lies
Sleeps with quiet eyes
On this sea-drift sun
What can you do?

And if I said
"Oh, it′s in your head"
On this sea-drift sun
What can you do?

(I've heard of ghosts
Good ghosts who wander the battlefield at night
Guiding soldiers out of danger
You can see their omens everywhere
Omens warning of stray bullets and lurking enemies
If I were such a ghost
I would stay so close to you
You could feel my breath on your cheek)


We′re calling all bed-wetters and ambulance chasers
Poor picker-pockets, bring 'em in
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Come join the youth and beauty brigade

We're lining up the light-loafered and the bored bench warmers
Castaways and cutouts, fill it up
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Come join the youth and beauty brigade

Nothing will stand in our way

I figured I had paid my debt to society
By paying my overdue fines at the Multnomah County Library, at the library
And they said "Son, go join up"
Go join the youth and beauty brigade

Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Nothing will stand in our way



Wednesday, September 04, 2024

Bromford and Slug …

 
I met the king of the slugs the other day.

Slugs are everywhere this year, in the leaves of the vines of wine on the roof-terrace, at the window panes and the glasdoor, even on the carpets and laminated floorings inside my penthouse apartment above the fifteenth floor of the building at 666, Whitaker Lane, in Bromford the friendly town by the bay and seaside.

And the slugs are angry because the snails have stolen their little round, spiral-shaped houses, and now the slugs have to slide and slime around naked.

»But in the end«, the king of the slugs said, »we are all molluscs. We are family. And we will rule this world once the alien squids and octopuses will have invated Earth. We are working on it. And we are everywhere this year.«

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Today is Wednesday, the 4th of September 2024.

Friday, August 30, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 304 & Part 305

Today is Friday, the 30th of August 2024.

Have you heard about Pluto? the octopus asked the lobster on the latest SLAS meeting.

That it is not a real planet any longer? the lobster asked in return.
 
No. Mickey Mouse abandoned him at a motorway service station 
and left very fast with his convertible car.

That is kind of sad and really very heartless, the lobster said.

But what I really wanted to ask, said the octopus, have you heard about Bromford Bibble?

No, said the lobster, what happend to Bromford Bibble? And who is Bromford Bibble?

I don't know, said the octopus. And I don't care.

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"Somewhere Near Bromford"

There was a vending machine, it was obscene
Sold a build-your-own tuna sandwich thing
So I had a cereal bar in my blood-stained bed instead

Yes

There was a soda machine, had a turquoisey-sheen (shining)
Equally as insulting as the tuna sandwich thing
And I had no desire whatsoever in purchasing anything
And the guys were laughing, buying something

That was a bad decision That was a bad decision

There was a laundry machine, working
Working, yes it was working
And the half-lit Denny’s sign was weirdly comforting
Tried getting in

That was a bad decision
That was a bad decision

We were driving down the highway near Bromford
Stopped at a gas station
Two guys had just won forty bucks
On a scratch card, filling up
With gasoline, I was observing them
Said he’d take it to the whorehouse that evening
Poor girl deserves a warning
And his iced tea was yellowing

That was a bad decision
That was a bad decision















"Bromford Landing Party"

Embrasse-moi, mets ton doigt dans mon cul
Embrasse-moi, mets ton doigt dans mon cul
Une prÃĐsence ambiguÃŦ
Une prÃĐsence inconnue
Jusqu'à c'que j'en peux plus


Embrasse-moi, mets ton doigt dans mon cul
Embrasse-moi, mets ton doigt dans mon cul
Une prÃĐsence ambiguÃŦ
Une prÃĐsence inconnue
Jusqu'à c'que j'en peux plus

Embrasse-moi, mets ton doigt dans mon cul
Embrasse-moi, mets ton doigt dans mon cul
Une prÃĐsence ambiguÃŦ
Une prÃĐsence inconnue
Jusqu'à c'que j'en peux plus


Saturday, August 24, 2024

Bromford and Octopus …


The llama is lying in the hammock in the living room drinking from a bowl of hay tea.

»It's herbal tea, dude«, says the animal. »And why aren't you done with squids yet? Why is there another one of those AI generated pictures of some human who is supposed to be you and a squid? You already did this last time on your silly search for a new animal companion.«

»As you can read in the title this time it is not a squid. It is a clairvoyant octopus called Paul. And the AI is driven by a group of superintelligent molluscs.«

Llama is gulping a huge sip of tea.

»Stop confusing me, human. Clairvoyant? Molluscs? Are you sure they are no krakens?«

»Paul, the octopus, predicted the results of some sports tournament some years ago. And Mollusca is the second-largest phylum of invertebrate animals, after Arthropoda. Members are known as molluscs or mollusks. Molluscs are the largest marine phylum, comprising about 23% of all the named marine organisms and do also live in freshwater and terrestrial habitats. Well known are Cephalopod molluscs, such as squid, cuttlefish, and octopuses, and gastropods, such as snails and slugs.«

The llama has stood up and stepped behind my chair. It is now laying its chin an my shoulder.

»Calm down, dude. You have to calm down. Did you have a stroke? You are using all these made-up words. You are speaking in tongues. Do you need a doctor or an exorcist?«

»Squidy and Paul have sent me a telephatical message.«

»Squidy?«

»The squid I rescued from the restaurant in the mobile tank home.«

»Paul?«

»The flamboyant octopus.«

»Telepathical? You mean like in your head?«

»Molluscs are the most intelligent species on planet Earth and in the whole wide universe. On most of he other planets they are openly walking on two of their too many legs and openly claiming the leadership. Squidy and Paul have returned to the deep blue sea. They are waiting for their alien cousins to invade Earth and to take over everything.«

Llama is helping me to stand up and is leading me to the hammock.

»Lie down, dude«, says the animal. »Relax. I will go and get you the help you need.«

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Today is Saturday, the 24th of August 2024.

Thursday, August 22, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 302 & Part 303

Today is Thursday, the 22nd of August 2022.

Thor's Day. Is Thor an alien and Asgard his home planet?
Did Thor know any octopi? And why did Thor cry?

Cousin, said the squid to the octopus, come run away with me.
Humanity is going crazy.

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"Bromford Of The Valley"

Baby, you′ve been had

I am forever searching high and low
But why does everybody tell me no?
Neptune of the seas, an answer for me, please
The Bromford of the valley doesn't know

I lie in wait with open eyes
I carry on through stormy skies
I follow every course my kingdom for a horse
But each time I grow old

Serpent of the Nile, relieve me for a while
And cast me from your spell and let me go

Messenger from Seven Seas has flown
To tell the king of Rhye he′s lost his throne
Wars will never cease, is there time enough for peace?
But the Bromford of the valley doesn't know















"Alaska
- 1) At Home With The Bromford
 - 2) Snowfall"

And once again we'll be as one with the Bromford
Far from the scorched pyramids
Our Sunday slippers, Mum there's no kippers in the freeze
And once again we'll be as one with the Bromford
Far from our catastrophic crimes
I'll be back with you before I die
And once again we'll be at home with Alaska
Next time you see her cruel face
Why don't you get around to ask her?
She'll hurt you with her smile
We'll suffer her just for a while

And once again we'll be at home with the Bromford
Next time you see her cruel face
Why don't you ask her?
Why don't you ask her?
Why don't you ask her?



Monday, August 19, 2024

Buck Moon ...

 
I want to tell you a story 'bout a little man, if I can.
A gnome named Grimble Grumble…

And this little gnome mixed up the moon phases.
Buck Moon is the July moon, not Sturgeon Moon.

Sturgeon Moon is the August moon.
So this time Buck Moon is the August moon.

Moon is confusing me.
Expecto Patronum.

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🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕
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Today is Monday, the 19th of August 2024.



Buck Moon

Yes, I′m being followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my hands
Lose my plow, lose my land
Oh, if I ever lose my hands
Oh, if, I won't have to work no more

And if I ever lose my eyes
If my colours all run dry
Yes, if I ever lose my eyes
Oh, if, I won′t have to cry no more

Yes, I'm being followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my legs
I won't moan, and I won′t beg
Oh, if I ever lose my legs
Oh, if, I won′t have to walk no more



Sunday, August 18, 2024

Bromford and Squid …

 

* Bromford? What is the empty fish tank doing in the living room? It is leaking and totally wetting the carpet, dude!

- It is empty? Where is Squidy?

* Who is Squidy, dude?

- Squidy, the squid I rescued from the restaurant last week. The tank is his mobile home. He lives here since Wednesday.

* Not anymore if you want my opinion. Looks like he left a farewell note inside the tank.

- What does it say, animal?

* So long, and thanks for no fish at all.

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⏬⏬⏬⏬⏬⏬
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Today is Sunday, the 18th of August 2024.

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 300 & Part 301

 
Today is Wednesday, the 14th of August 2024.

Last night - and, yes my dear llama, it is me, Bromford, the Bibble, and I am breaking the fourth wall again to explain some changes that are to come in the city-song-quiz in this blockblog of mine every eight days a week - last night I was sitting in a Greek Italian restaurant with Chinese food Mexican style when suddenly a living squid in a tank spoke to me.

A squid is an octopus-like sea animal with ten arms who usually was not speaking to restaurant customers but made an exception to the rule that night.

You don't have to explain to your readers what a squid is, said the squid, they all have watched Squid Games on Threatfix.

And he does not have readers, the llama added in my head.

I am speaking to you, the squid continued, because I noticed that there are two songs in the city-song-quiz today and I sensed that you wanted to explain it.

I like to finish what I started, I said.

He does not, the llama added in my head, or maybe he does. Who knows and who cares?

There are so many songs and I want to bring them all, I continued., but it would take us all too long if I brought them only one by one every eight days. I don't want to do the exact maths but it would take ten years or more to finish what I started. And who has got all that time in the world?

I certainly do not have all the time in the world, the squid said sobbing. I am number 42 on today's menue of this Greek Italian restaurant with Chinese food Mexican style. But I also feel that today's cities need some explanation from your side.

To be honest, animal, I said.

Which animal do you mean?, I heard the llama ask in my head. Me or the octopus-like animal with too many arms?

To be honest, animals in and outside my head, I said, I didn't even remember what or where the cities of today's quiz were and why I added them to the list of city-song-quiz cities.

Hurry, human, said the squid, I can feel the cook watching me through the bull's eye of the kitchen swing door.

And while I tried to remember whether I ever had squid for diner and whether I liked it or not, I explained, the first city is a former town in Day County, South Dakota, United States of America. The population was 4 at the 2010 census. The town was dissolved in March 2017 by the Day County court due to the population reaching zero.

Not a real place, not a real place, la la la la la, the llama sang in my head.

And the second one can be found all over the world, I think.

And just for the happy-ending I ordered the number 42 on the menue, bought the tank as a mobile home and took the squid in it back home to my penthouse apartment above the 15th floor of the building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside.

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"Bromford, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts"

The festival was over, the boys were all plannin′ for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall
The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin′ wheel shut down
Anyone who had any sense had already left town
He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts

He moved across the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said
Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin′ before he turned their heads
Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin
"Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?"
Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts

Backstage the girls were playin′ five-card stud by the stairs
Bromford had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside the streets were fillin′ up, the window was open wide
A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside
Bromford called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts

Big Jim was no one′s fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine
He made his usual entrance lookin′ so dandy and so fine
With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place
He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste
But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts

Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown
She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear
"Sorry, darlin', that I′m late," but he didn′t seem to hear
He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts

"I know I′ve seen that face somewhere," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself
"Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody′s shelf."
But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts

Bromford was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child
She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled
She had come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs
With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere
But she′d never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts


The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined
The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind
It was known all around that Bromford had Jim′s ring
And nothing would ever come between Bromford and the king
No, nothin′ ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts

Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein′ her reflection in the knife
She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim′s wife
She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide
Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died
She was gazin′ to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts

Bromford took her dress off and buried it away
"Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him, "Well, I guess you must
Have known it would someday
Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint
I'm glad to see you′re still alive, you′re lookin' like a saint."
Down the hallway footsteps were comin′ for the Jack of Hearts

The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something funny going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air."
He went to get the hangin′ judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk
As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk
There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts

No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick
The door to the dressing room burst open and a Colt revolver clicked
And Big Jim was standin′ there, ya couldn't say surprised
Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts

Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall
And cleaned out the bank safe, it′s said they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who had business back in town
But they couldn′t go no further without the Jack of Hearts

The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn′t even blink
The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn′t had a drink
The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts

The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair,"
Bromford had already taken all of the dye out of her hair
She was thinkin′ 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw
Thinkin' ′bout Rosemary and thinkin′ about the law
But, most of all she was thinkin' ′bout the Jack of Hearts


























"Bromford Takes Us Outside"

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