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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"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 blessèd 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 blessèd 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