Long Way To Earth... Part 9

'So', said the llama, 'you think you lost your gift, your ability to tell a straight story? And when did you lose your gift, your ability to invent new stories? What do you think? And what can we do for you to get it back?'

Bromford, the bard, plugged his fingers in his ears when one sharp breeze of the wind let the staff flute make one single shrill sound.

'I wish I knew, llama, I wish I knew', the bard whimpered.

'But I think', the llama said, 'I know someone who might know it. And he might know what to do about it.'

'You know he might know?' asked the bard sceptically and with little hope.

'Yes', the llama said. 'Let's go and see Colin, the man from the Firth, the High Castle's astronomer and magician right away. He is one of an expert in his wide fields of expertises. He will be able to help you. He will know what you could do to become Bromford, the bard, again.'

And this was what they did.

Today is Monday, the 9th of December 2024

"Not If You Were The Last Junkie On Bromford"

I never thought you'd be a junkie because heroin is so passe
But today, if you think that I don't know about depression and emotional pain
You're insane, or you're a fool who hasn't paid attention to a word that I say
In a way, I can't help but feel responsible, I always knew that you were insane
With your pain, but I never thought you'd be a junkie because heroin is so passe, hey

Heroin is so passe, hey
Heroin is so passe, hey, hey, ah

So passe, nowadays
You never thought you'd get addicted, just be cooler in an obvious way
I could say, shouldn't you have got a couple piercings and decided maybe that you were gay
In a way, I can't help but feel responsible, I always knew that you were insane
With your pain, but I never thought you'd be a junkie because heroin is so passe, hey

Heroin is so passe, hey
Heroin is so passe, hey, hey, ah, ah, ah

Heroin is so passe, hey
Heroin is so passe, hey
Heroin is so passe, hey, hey, ah, ah, hey, hey, hey