Monday, July 29, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 298

Today is Monday, the 29th of July 2024.

It's time for another city quiz, the orange tropical fish said.
But there is a change coming. I can feel it in the water.

What do you feel in the water?, asked the pufferfish.
You are in a tank, dude. You are swimming in your own pee pee!

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"Last Minute On Bromford"

Last minute on Bromford
What would you do, who would you call?
Your mobile is down
You'll go down in history on that final day

That last minute on Bromford
One minute alone, lost word or cause
For one who had everything
Now unfold this scary, beautiful end

Last minute on Bromford
Saving your last famous words
Maybe just whistle a tune on a plain bird of clay

Last minute on Bromford
Fractions of time is all that is left
You used to kill time
Now it's time who's killing you, they've closed the store

Last minute on Bromford
Saving your last famous words
Maybe just whistle a tune on a plain bird of clay

Last minute on Bromford, in the rapids of time
A story on wheels without rhythm (or rhyme)
Racing the memory lane, high and low
You own the world but got nowhere elsΠ΅ to go

Last fraction of hope, a flickering light
Voices so clΠ΅ar, step out of the night
Go talk to your God instead of talk to yourself
Look into the light if you're looking for help

Last minute on Bromford
Waiting to fly like pigs in the dirt
Gold 'round your neck
But your wings are broken, bent and burnt they say

Last minute alive
Check your account, to buy a way out
Beating the clock
But you cannot beat the feeling of being alive

Last minute on Bromford
Saving your last famous words
Maybe just whistle a tune on a plain bird of clay

Last minute alive
Saving your last famous words
Maybe just whistle a tune on a plain bird of clay



Sunday, July 21, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 297 / Sturgeon Moon ...

 Today is Sunday, the 21st of July, 2024.

Colourful tropical fish
are swimming in circles
under a midday full moon
in tropical waters.

Do they know what a sturgeon looks like?

The answer is not the obvious.
And it is not Earth.
Let's say this time it's a small village in Cornwall...

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"Suite Charlotte Pike
I: If She Runs
II: Mr. Wonderful
III: Lost And Found Pt.1
IV: Bromford Of The Gods
V: Motherless Children-If She Runs (Reprise)"

I: If She Runs

If she runs, let her run, run, run
Just hope that she comes back
If she breaks let her break, break, break
Let apologies attract

And is she's free let her be, let her be
She's not in such bad company
The big man's still got her name written on the wall

If she cries let her cry, cry, cry
'Till there isn't anymore
If she laughs, let her cra-a-ack
If that's what she's looking for

And if she waits, let her wait, wait, wait
You'll have to leave this one to fate
It can't ever be too late, when she comes to call

It's Hard -- living with such uncertainty
It's Hard -- climbing the Statue of Liberty
It's Hard -- calming the Beatle inside of me
It's Hard -- missing my Max and Melody

II: Mr. Wonderful

Her lips were ruby red
She had a pretty head
Not even once did she miss Sunday school
Remember what mama said, "Stick to the rules"

This boy was something else
Someone she knew so well
Echoes of snakes in paradise
Saw the strangest fire burning in his eyes

His name is wonderful
And it's wonderful, just to be near him
His name is majesty
And his majesty's requesting your presence

He took her for a ride
Into the starless night
Talked about far away places he's been
Could take her down to the city of sin

"Grab it while you are young
Trust me there's nothing wrong"
But she feared what was 'round the bend
Said "thank you, but no thanks, 'cause I've got a friend"

His name is wonderful
And it's wonderful, just to be near him
His name is majesty
And his majesty's requesting your presence
III: Lost and Found Pt. 1

Don't you think if you could be lost
Don't you think you can be found
Don't you think if you were the world, you'd turn it around
Don't you start looking behind
Best stand up cause this is your time
Don't you think that you'd better start changing your mind

IV: Bromford of The Gods

In the Bromford of the Gods
We can get it on
In the Bromford of the Gods
We will make our home
Far from these Boulevards
We will plunge headlong
In the Bromford of the Gods
We will sing this song

Give up all the reasons that you know
Slide down where the time runs nice and slow
Ease back and relax
No figures and no fax
Awakening the stranger in your soul
In the Bromford of the Gods
We can get it on
In the Bromford of the Gods
We will make our home
Far from these Boulevards
We will plunge headlong

We will sing our song

V: Motherless Children/If She Runs (Reprise)

Left the countryside for the city
She resides now on the second floor
No more gardening in the backyard
Busy keepin' the wolves from the door

Motherless children, ain't going nowhere
Running in circles, time after time
Careless, confused, frozen and faithless
Dreaming this dream to ease in your mind

And if she runs
Let her run
Come on cause now the time has come
The big man's got the mother and the son
Written on the wall

Don't want to hear it now...









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Sturgeon 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




Thursday, July 18, 2024

Happy BlockBlog's Day ...

 Today is BLOGSDAY !!!

15th Anniversary !!!
Ramona, we're getting older !!!



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Today is Thursday, the 18th of July, 2024.

Tuesday, July 16, 2024

Bromford and Platypus… - Part 4

 

- Llama?

* Yes, Bromford?

- Do you think the AI picture
 generator knows what a platypus is?

* It is either a blue and brown
 penguin  or some kind of bird with
 four legs.


- Do you know what a platypus is,
 animal?

* The platypus - latin Ornithorhynchus
 anatinus - sometimes referred to as
 the duck-billed platypus, is a
 semiaquatic, egg-laying mammal
 endemic to eastern Australia,
 including Tasmania. The platypus is
 the sole living representative or
 monotypic taxon of its family
 Ornithorhynchidae and genus
 Ornithorhynchus, though a number
 of related species appear in the fossil
 record. And the Klingons call them
 beak animals.


- I am impressed, animal, I am
 impressed.

* I am not, human, I am not. Keep on
 searching.

 
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Today is Tuesday, the 16th of July, 2024.

Saturday, July 13, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 296

 
Today is Saturday, the13th of July, 2024.

Wale? Wale? Where are you?

After hours of successless shouting the little blue fish returned to to his school of other blue fish.

I think he was the last wale in the ocean, the little fish sighed unheard of all the others.

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"The Last Man On Bromford"

Part 1: Skylight

She kneels before the grave, holding flowers frail
But still holding onto life
Placed in a vase, she has to let go
She knows how to let go

Skylight's now open to you, friend
Like a swallow you can swoop and dive
Skylight's now open to you, friend
So you can see through the window of life

So he traveled far away, passing places
Passing faces we don't know
With still so much to do
Why he left she'll never know
It seems it happened so long ago

Skylight's now open to you, friend
Like a swallow you can swoop and dive
Skylight's now open to you, friend
So you can see through the window of life

Skylight's now open to you, friend
Like a swallow you can swoop and dive
But I'm never gonna lose your precious heart
Now you can see through the window of life

In this dense forest of neverending darkness
I walk to the light, you walk out of sight
Then a hand reaches up to take me (to pastures new)
Is here to save me

Alone in this desert, is this God's land I've heard of
I look for a place, some kind of well-known face
To take me back home (to pastures new)
Am I the last man on Bromford
(gotta let go the real and take the unknown)

Part 2: Paradise Road

Walking down Paradise Road
Is this a dream, a crazy dream edged with roses
Paradise Road, the land of milk and honey
Or the kiss of death
And people, people all around me
They're pointing to a doorway, telling me to look out

With a stroke, one blinding stroke, the scythe sweeps the land
The millions fall to their knees and finally set free
Might magic fireflies you glow so bright and will not fade away
Is that you, is that really you ?
On Paradise Road you're never alone
Welcome to the crazy world, welcome to the show that never ends
Join me here
It's taken many years to see your face again
I can hold you, feel you, the real you
I remember your hands, your eyes light shot diamonds

Skylight's now open to you, friend
Like a swallow you can swoop and dive
But I'm never gonna lose your precious heart
And the fight that we fight and we know we'll be right in the end

Skylight's now open to you, friend
Like a swallow you can swoop and dive
But I'm never gonna lose your precious heart
And the fight that we fight and we know we'll be right in the end



Wednesday, July 10, 2024

Bromford and Platyp... - Part 3

 

»Is it Wednesday today?« the llama asks.

»Yes, as you can see in the headline of today's post in this blockblog it is Wednesday today, animal«, I answer.

»And the blue and brown animal with the beak at the side of that human who is supposed to be you is still the same candidate for your new roommate and animal companion from that first post two weeks ago, dude?«

»Maybe, animal, maybe«, I answer. »But maybe it is the classical dilemma between really past time and narrated time.«

»So, today is not Wednesday, narrator-dude?«

»Maybe it is still Sunday, June 23, or any other point in time. Who knows and who cares, animal?«

»And what kind of animal is this Platyp? Is that his name or her name or its name or their name - whatever the candidate's pronouns may be. Or is platyp her, his, its ar their species?«

»What are your pronouns, animal?« I ask.

»Llama«, the llama says, »my pronouns are plain and simple llama.«

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Today is Wednesday, the 10th of July, 2024.

Friday, July 05, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 295

 
Today is Friday, the 5th of July 2024.

“Another thing that got forgotten was the fact that against all probability a sperm whale had suddenly been called into existence several miles above the surface of an alien planet.

And since this is not a naturally tenable position for a whale, this poor innocent creature had very little time to come to terms with its identity as a whale before it then had to come to terms with not being a whale any more.

This is a complete record of its thoughts from the moment it began its life till the moment it ended it.

Ah … ! What’s happening? it thought.

Er, excuse me, who am I?

Hello?

Why am I here? What’s my purpose in life?

What do I mean by who am I?

Calm down, get a grip now … oh! this is an interesting sensation, what is it? It’s a sort of … yawning, tingling sensation in my … my … well I suppose I’d better start finding names for things if I want to make any headway in what for the sake of what I shall call an argument I shall call the world, so let’s call it my stomach.

Good. Ooooh, it’s getting quite strong. And hey, what’s about this whistling roaring sound going past what I’m suddenly going to call my head? Perhaps I can call that … wind! Is that a good name? It’ll do … perhaps I can find a better name for it later when I’ve found out what it’s for. It must be something very important because there certainly seems to be a hell of a lot of it. Hey! What’s this thing? This … let’s call it a tail – yeah, tail. Hey! I can can really thrash it about pretty good can’t I? Wow! Wow! That feels great! Doesn’t seem to achieve very much but I’ll probably find out what it’s for later on. Now – have I built up any coherent picture of things yet?

No.

Never mind, hey, this is really exciting, so much to find out about, so much to look forward to, I’m quite dizzy with anticipation …

Or is it the wind?

There really is a lot of that now isn’t it?

And wow! Hey! What’s this thing suddenly coming towards me very fast? Very very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding name like … ow … ound … round … ground! That’s it! That’s a good name – ground!

I wonder if it will be friends with me?

And the rest, after a sudden wet thud, was silence.

Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was

Oh no, not again.

Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why the bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the universe than we do now.”

― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

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Care (iv Angels On Bromford)

The angels in this world are not in the walls of churches
The angels in this world are not in the walls of churches
The angels in this world are not on the walls of churches
The heroes in this world are not in the hall of fame
The angels in this world are not in the walls of churches
I saw a man paint a woman on the wall

Mask on her face, screen over her eyes
Hospital clothing, worried and exhausted
A thing of beauty, a thing of care
Pure class right there, right there
The angels in this world are not in the walls of churches

The angels in this world are not in the walls of churches
The angels in this world are not rendered in bronze or stone
The heroes in this world, working while we’re all sleeping
She wrapped her arms around me
He wrapped his arms around me
She wrapped her arms around me
He wrapped his arms around me

An angel here on Bromford came down here
To carry me home
To carry me home