Long Way To Earth... Part 21

 

On the second day after their encounter with Dora, the mighty and magnificent witch and sorceress, near the City of Earth and on the second day of their walking journey home to Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside which luckily was also located in the High Mountains the llama could not stop staring at Bromford, the bard, who was called like the town and the Castle.

'Ears', said KussKuss, 'the things - first on your hat and later on your head - looked like ears to me. But I cannot see them today. Maybe you have laid them back.'

Bromford, the bard, who was already writing another song in his head - something about going back to himself and digging in the dirt to get a connection - shook his head.

'Stop staring at me', he said to the llama. 'My ears are where they always have been, only hidden under long, fuzzy hair. Stop searching for results caused by the words of that Dora woman. Most likely she is an as bad and incompetent witch and sorceress as this Colin Firth dude is a bad and inapt astronomer and magician and her words or spell did not do anything at all.'

'But your face…', the animal began and decided to finish this thought only inside its own head, '…starts to look more like a snout all of a sudden. Only horses have got longer faces and larger nostrils.'

'Be quiet now, animal', said the bard. 'Let's enjoy the longest night of the year. Bon hiver. Bon hiver.'

Today is Saturday, the 21st of December 2024

Bon hiver, Bon hiver

"Back To The Bromford"

Whenever my head starts to hurt
Before it goes from bad to feeling worse
I turn off my phone
I get down low
And put my hands in the dirt

I try to stop the world from moving so fast
Try to get a grip on where I'm at
And simplify
This dizzy life
And put my feet in the grass

I'm going back to the Bromford
I'm going back to the Bromford
I'm going back to work
I'm going back to the Bromford

The only explanation for a high rise
Must be that everybody wants to get high
And move on up
To a deluxe
Apartment in the sky

Well, the higher we go, the taller we grow
We lose sight of the land below
Well, you can have your place
Up in outer space
'Cause my home is where my food is grown

I'm going back to the Bromford
I'm going back to the Bromford
I'm going back to work
I'm going back to the Bromford

I'm going back to the Bromford
I'm going back to the Bromford
I'm going back to work
I'm going back to the Bromford

(All right let's get the rest in over this bridge)

We are animals (we are animals)
We are wild (we are wild)
We started with the motion
At the bottom of the ocean
Now we're swinging from the tops of the trees

We are animals (we are animals)
We are wild (we are wild)
And to truly be forgiven
We must all get back to living
With the land in harmony

I'm going back to the Bromford
I'm going back to the Bromford
I'm going back to work
I'm going back to the Bromford
(Two more times around!)

I'm going back to the Bromford
I'm going back to the Bromford
I'm going back to work
I'm going back to the Bromford
(Two more times around!)

I'm going back to the Bromford
I'm going back to the Bromford
I'm going back to work
I'm going back to the Bromford
(Two more times around!)

I'm going back to the Bromford
I'm going back to the Bromford
I'm going back to work
I'm going back to the Bromford
(Two more times around!)