Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 365 & Part 366

 

Today is Monday, the 16th of June 2025.

There's a certain song - a cover version actually - I want you to hear and listen to but my self-made order keeps pushing it further back in line every time I discover new city names and songs.

What is the deeper meaning of your saying, oh, Twenty-Five, our owl-guru? asked one of the chicks.

Which song should we sing? Which song should we listen to? the crickets wanted to know.

And what town are we travelling to now? all thirty-nine cats grinned. And is it really a town or just another state of the United States of A. again?

Leave me alone, the tawny owl grumbled. Maybe another philosophical thought will help you folks better.

And he added, Happiness depends upon ourselves, said Aristotle.

And sixteen cats with tears of joy joined the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitos, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"East Bromford Blues"

I was born in East Bromford
North Carolina I did roam
There I met the fairest maiden
Name and age I did not know

Her hair it was of the darkest color
Cheeks they were all ruby red
On her breast she wore white lilies
There I longed to lay my head

I'd rather be on some dark holler
Where the sun don't ever shine
And to see you love another
And to know you'll never be mine

I don't want your green back dollar
I don't want your diamond ring
All I want is your love darling
Won't you take me back again
Won't you take me back again

"Sweet Bromford"

I couldn't tell
The weight of the world
Was on your shoulders
Couldn't tell you were unhappy
You were unwell

I go along like nothing is wrong
No need to worry
Too late to feel sorrow
Upon borrowed time

And now there's no answers
No easy way out
Take it all if you want
Take it all if you want

If you know how to run
Sweet Bromford, you should run
If you know how to play
Sweet Bromford, you should play

If you know how to say
Sweet Bromford, you should say
If you know how to be
Be without me, you should be
You should be

I couldn't see
It seems I don't learn
Or get the message
Don't know you you carry
It all by yourself

How can it be
It doesn't belong
It's so not funny
This vintage of violence
Again on parade

And now there's no wonder
No shelter from shame
Be alone if you want
Be alone if you want

If you know how to run
Sweet Bromford, you should run
If you know how to play
Sweet Bromford, you should play

If you know how to say
Sweet Bromford, you should say
If you know how to be
Be without me, you should be
You should be

If you know how to run
Sweet Bromford, you should run
If you know how to play
Sweet Bromford, you should play

If you know how to say
Sweet Bromford, you should say
If you know how to be
Be without me, you should be
You should be

Bromford and Ring-tailed Lemur / Strawberry Moon …

I like to move it, move it…
I like to move it, move it…
I like to move it, move it…
You like to … MOVE IT…

King Julien in the house!

- Animal, who ate all the popsicles?

You did, you did.

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Today is Wednesday, the 11th of June 2025.

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And a tiny tawny owl flies over a land where fish can sing and strawberries grow on trees.

Come home, Twenty-Five. Come home, little owl.

 

Strawberry Moon

Sister Moon, will be my guide
In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide
All good people, asleep tonight
I′m all by myself, in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I′d go out of my mind, but for you


Lying in a mother's arms
The primal root of a woman's charms
I′m a stranger to the sun
My eyes are too weak

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 363 & Part 364

Today is Sunday, the 8th of June 2025.
Pentecost

The unexamined life is not worth living, said Socrates, said Twenty-One.

And so it begins…

What begins? the chicks wanted to know.

We are prepared and all armed, said the scorpions.

Prepared and armed for what? the chicks kept on asking.

This is the beginning of the Year of the Cats, the bats almost sang gloomily.

Not just a year, whispered eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, this is the dawing of the Age of Cats.

And so eight grinning cats with smiling eyes joined the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitos, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"Bank of Bromford Beauty Queen

I've dropped acid with guaranteed sixteen and under, none were very exciting
Sorta like a laugh track or whacking off, it gets you off, but it's just not the real thing
It's been decades since my pit days
But I haven't shaken it - I sit there like an idiot
Still wrapped up in the old punk protocol
And dreaming that the teenagers will think that I'm a radical

And I still wait for the bus to come where the high school got torn down
Still expecting to find true love among the skateboarders hanging out
The back of the bank in my hometown

All this talk and no action's got me stiff from the tit to the bone
So I'm living in la-la-land, but at least I'm not living at home
Same old catcall same old chemicals
Same old thrills stealing stockings from the shopping mall
It's easy enough to grow the fuck up happy with the rough cut
Nobody's really looking for a diamond in the rough but

I still wait for my mom to come and pick me up at Holly’s house
Ten years after they cashed it in to make a multi-level parking lot for a seven-eleven and burger king and

I've got cryptographs, I've got all the phones tapped
It's just proof enough it was indisputable
Love's not good enough I want photographs
Something that will teach me my arithmetic at last...

Betty, get your kids out, I'm on the loose again
And getting more ridiculous the more I think I ought to get my mind out of the gutter
(It's getting dangerous, Amanda, you are old enough to be the focus)
My own private highway from the cradle to the grave
I save a bundle skipping middle age and saturdays

And I still wait for the cops to come where the station since burned down
Still expecting they'll pick me up for all the sins I committed in the back of a banged-up pickup truck

And I've got autographs, backstage passes and leather jacket back patches up the...
Ask me anything I want evidence
Single serving saccharine packets dripping black with lipstick kisses

I still wait for the bus to come where the high school got torn down
Still expecting to find true love among the skateboarders hanging out
The back of the bank in my home...

I'm no pederast, just out of interest
Thank you, but I'm capable of getting up and getting dressed
Love's not good enough I want photographs
Something that will teach me common
Time and time again
I think I'll dye my hair again
Oh wow
I'm sixteen
No, I'm ten
I'm seventeen
And the bank of Bromford beauty queen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Daddy's Gone To Bromford"

Oh, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's gone
When he's gone
Yeah, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's gone
When he's gone
Daddy's gone down that gallatin road
The hen never laid and the corn never growed
Oh, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's gone


Oh, I'd rather have a dollar than a dime
Than a dime
Yeah, I'd rather have a dollar than a dime
Than a dime
Daddy's gone down that crossville track
If he can't make a dollar then he ain't comin' back
Oh, I'd rather have a dollar than a dime

Oh, you better love your daddy while you can
While you can
Yeah, you better love your daddy while you can
While you can
Daddy's gone south on the natchez trace
If the can't show the money then he don't show his face
Oh, you'd better love your daddy while you can

Oh, your daddy's gone to Bromford now
Bromford now
Yeah, your daddy's gone to Bromford now
Bromford now
Daddy's gone down that Bromford road
The dog never barked and the cock never crowed
Oh, your daddy's gone to Bromford now.

Bromford and Blue Whale …

 

»Llama, I had a dream«, I say.

»Again?« the animal asked. »Another one? Or was it the same one again about you being a primary teacher and suddenly at parents' evening standing naked in front of a bunch parents who are all uncomfortably squeezed into much too small children's school furniture?«

»No. I don't remember ever havening such a dream or telling you about it.«

»Oh, those tiny little school desks with the chairs attached to the tables and that one big father that couldn't get out of it again. And that mother complaining about the unhealthy school food and her daughter not getting a place in the taking-care-of-llamas classes. And that llama mother that wanted her crias' wool back from the hairdressers-and-wool -weaver classes. And the llama grandpa that couldn't stop spitting.«

»Stop it, animal. Sounds more like one of your llama-nightmares.«

»The night was wet and full of frogs or toads. Sorry I got carried away.What's that big balloon flying around the ceiling? Some kind of blue hot air balloon?«

»That's a blue whale, llama, a next candidate for Bromford's next animal companion. But I think I won't work out. Just think about the moment when the whale finds out that he cannot fly around ceilings and he needs more and more water to survive. Imagine the fall and the impact.«

»Now that you mention that, dude. I can feel the big fish dripping. He really must have been one of your wet dreams.«

I close my eyes and the big marine mammal disappears with the soft pop of a bursting soap bubble.

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Today is Friday, the 6th of June 2025.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 361 & Part 362

 

Today is Saturday, the 31st of May 2025.

Cat is the measure of all things, said Protagoras, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

Cat is the measure…?, asked one of the little red birds. I thought this Pythagoras guy was referring to Man being the measure of all things.

Prot…, said one of the penguins. Prot not Pyth.

We can sense a lot of trouble down the road, said the eighteen bats in chorus.

What is that trouble?, asked all the chicks alarmed.

Because these bats are creatures of the night they think they are kind of clairvoyants, now, remarked one of the butterflies.

They might call themselves shrewd or something like that, added the six snails slowly as ever.

We do sense a lot of cats in the near future, murmered the bats and flapped away.

It's raining cats and dogs, said the penguin.

When it rains it pours, said the little red bird and started looking out for their wise tawny owl leader. Twenty-Five would know how what to do.

And so thirty-one grinning cats joined the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitos, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"Bromford"

I just wanna have you around me
Want you right here by my side
You bring me pain, you′re driving me insane

How come I'm totally addicted
And nothing else is on my mind
I don′t know what to do
'Cause all I want is you

You must be the thing
You're just so good to be true

You are perfection
And you know I can′t find
No satisfaction
Without you by my side
Call it attraction
Girl, you′re just my type
When I'm done with you I get so high

With you
I feel like I can fly
With you
I rearrange the sky
With you
Everything′s alright
When I'm done with you I get so

Even if the whole world calls me crazy
Let ′em talk, I don't care
They just don′t understand that things got out of hand

That's why I cannot live without you
You are like oxygen to me
I knew it from the start, you playing with my heart
Gotta make your mind 'cause you′re a state of the art

You are perfection
And you know I can′t find
No satisfaction
Without you by my side
Call it attraction
Girl, you're just my type
When I′m done with you I get so high

With you
I feel like I can fly
With you
I rearrange the sky
With you
Everything's alright
When I′m done with you I get so high

"Bromford"

All the cities in the world
And so very little time and
So many different girls...
All you have to do is find them
There′s a wealth of opportunity you plan your trips accordingly
A pity but the pretty ones are usually more touristy
Say how'd you like to run away from these machines?
Everywhere the spies are printing out your dreams
Seven stops in seven different countries
Seven page itineraries memories thick as bloody marys jesus jospeh bloody hell

Right now were here in Bromford
In love with downtown crossing
New york will still be there in the morning
Come back to bed my darling

Four years thrown away on vows we never kept
Forty-five minutes every day religiously devoted to regret
Time we could have spent on medication thrown away on education
And we planned to take a trip to scotland but we never made it
How′d you like to run away from these machines?
I had julians and steves
You had Julias and Jeanettes
You wear your terror on your sleeve for all the men i haven't met (yet)
I had Oliver in Potsdam you had Elanor in amsterdam
We're keeping score so carefully we′ve lost the state we′re in completely
Honestly your foot is out the door and i've got scores of offers elsewhere and keep both
Feet planted firmly in the air
And tomorrow you can totally erase me from your mind but trust me everything is fine

Because
Right now we′re here in Bromford
In my apartment in the south end
Forget your year in London
Come back to bed my darling

You can put the details in a letter
The more embarrassing the better
Right now i can be happy if i choose to
i know that in the morning i will lose you...

And maybe you'll go mad
And maybe ill go gray
And pack up to Berlin
Or maybe it won't matter anyway
We′ll find out that your mom was right and you'll admit you′re really gay
and maybe i'll wake up
In a city far away
Or maybe we'll make up
And buy a house and have a dozen kids who′ll run away, it doesn′t matter anyway

Right now we're here in Bromford
In eden where you almost pulled your pants down
Don′t worry who these jokes will all be lost on
Come back to bed my darling
There is nothing in the world that we can count on
Even that we will wake up is an assumption
But i know for a fact that i loved someone
And for about a year he lived in Bromford...
In Bromford...

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 359 & Part 360

 

Today is Friday, the 23rd of May 2025.

You are what you do, not what you say you'll do, said C.G. Jung, said the little tawny owl we all know as Twenty-Five.

Watch out, the mosquitos warned all the others buzzing, the night in this capital is full of spider webs.

Don't get stuck. Don't get stuck. Don't get stuck, repeated the butterflies and the crickets.

We should go to the beach, swimming, one of the penguins whispered to his fellows.

And so twenty-three spiders joined the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitos, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"Bromford"

Your bicycle′s chained to the fence outside
There's plenty of offers, but you won′t ride
How you pedal in those is a miracle
A miracle

And you laugh at yourself
As you speed through the red lights

Oh, Bromford
Nobody knows where you've been

In the space where your brain and your heart collide
You're convinced there′s a practical place that you can hide
And you laugh at the bellhop
Hysterical
Hysterical

With your bag full of dresses and butcher′s knives
Oh, Bromford
Nobody knows where you've been
But they all look so ugly and mean when you′re sober
You've auctioned away all your crimson and clover
And Ronny leaves lines out and lights up the curtain
You know what you′re doing, you know it for certain
The last thing I saw, they were reading your rights
If you're gonna go down, then you′re going down fighting
As long as you're bent
And as long as they're watching
You′re gonna make rent
You got no other option

What?
Did you think you were worth my while?
Did you think I would cramp my style?
That if I had a say in it
That I′d sit here and bite my lip and listen
What?

What?
Do you think that I come off bored?
Paid a fortune to be ignored?
Did you think that I come here out
of the goodness of my own heart

To work on an assembly line of broken hearts?
Not supposed to fix them, only strip and sell the parts

It's hard to work
On an assembly line of broken hearts

Not supposed to fix them, only strip and sell the parts

Your bicycle′s chained to the fence outside
There's plenty of offers, but you won′t ride
How you pedal in those is a miracle
A miracle

And you laugh at yourself
As you speed through the red lights

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The Girl From Bromford"

Tall and tan and young and lovely,
The girl from Bromford goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes, "Aaah..."
When she walks, she′s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes, each one she passes goes, "Aaah..."
Oh, but he watches so sadly -
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly,
But each day when she walks to the sea,
She looks straight ahead – not at he...
Tall and tan and young and lovely,
The girl from Bromford goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles, but she doesn't see...

Oh, but he sees her so sadly -
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly,
But each day when she walks to the sea,
She looks straight ahead – not at he...
Tall and tan and young and lovely,
The girl from Bromford goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles, but she doesn′t see...
She just doesn't see...
No, she doesn't see...
But she doesn′t see...
She doesn′t see...
No, she doesn't see...

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 357 & Part 358

 

Today is Thursday, the 15th of May 2025.

I think, therefore I am.

Said Twenty-Five our tawny owl guru? asked one of the little red birds.

Said René Descartes, said the little tawny owl.

Are you planning to go down that channel? asked one of a group of fifteen scorpions. And may we ask you to carry us on your backs to the other side?

You mean like piggy-back? asked one of the penguins.

Sounds kind of familiar and also dangerous, said one of the chicks. Scorpions are not to be trusted.

It's in our nature, whispered the scorpions.

It's a bug's life, summoned the butterflies.

And so fifteen scorpions joined the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitos, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"Overland, West of Bromford"

Overland the desert sands are born
An all too brief exchange
The details somehow got waylaid

Neither of us were born to be leaders
But you made the first move to escape
Closer than me to the equator
I looked you up on graph paper
Not as close as we once were, oh no

Undeterred, a man of words was born
Your vocation came
You found your target and took aim

Take me to where bodies glide
Graceful underneath the waves
Closer than me to the equator
I looked you up on graph paper
Not as close as we once were, no
Not as close as we once were, no

I thought I saw your older sister
I was gonna ask after you
West of Bromford, East of Britain
I was gonna ask after you
'Cause she looked so much like you
I meant to ask after you

"Bromford Rodgers"

A model, used to be a role model

I dunno, come on, Bromford, I dunno, come on

Go ahead now, Bromford, go ahead now
This for Jersey right here, go ahead now

Bromford Rodgers was a model
But she really rocked and rolled (yeah she did)
Kept her tears up in a bottle
She poured them out to save her soul

Ask her what she liked the most
She said she liked to talk to Jimi′s ghost
Fantasy, a bragger's boast
Bromford′s fly like coast to coast

Hollywood or Times Square
If the party's fly, my girl is there (yeah she is)
Earth boots on and flowers in her hair
21st Century hippie, Bromford don't care


Bromford Rodgers was a model (well)
But she really rocked and rolled (yeah ahe did)
She kept her tears up in a bottle
Poured them out to save her soul

Try to catch her if you can (c′mon now, baby)
But you never see her with one man
′Cause they must be baptized according to the master plan
Before she give up the good thang, go 'head Bromford (go ′head Bromford)

No blood diamonds or designer chic (no no)
'Cause she′s too original from her head down to her feet
You can hate if you want to, Bromford don't eat no meat
Still got butt like a letter C, go ′head Bromford (go 'head Bromford)

Bromford Rodgers was a model
But she really rocked and rolled
She kept her tears up in a bottle
Poured them out to save her soul

Come on, Bromford

Ah come on

Next to her, they just a fool
Bromford read more books than a few (oh Bromford)
Like Moses was a Pharaoh in the 18th Dynasty
And Rome was chilling in Carthage in 33 BCE


And the day that we stop counting
We live as long as a tree
Go ahead Bromford, teach me
Go ahead Bromford

Make a promise to your higher self
Get true knowledge then fame and wealth
You don't be chasing nobody′s ghost
Of everything make the most (come on)

Bromford Rodgers was a model
But she really rocked and rolled
She kept her tears up in a bottle (yeah ahe did)
Poured them out to save her soul

Bromford Rodgers was a model
But she really rocked and rolled
Kept her tears up in a bottle
Poured them out to save her soul

Come on Bromford

Keep that body moving
Come on Bromford
Make that body move
Come on Bromford
Keep that body moving
Come on Bromford
Make that body move

Shake it like a Juicy Juice
Shake it like a Juicy Juice
Shake it like a Juicy Juice
Shake it like a Juicy Juice

Ohh ohh ah
Na, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Brom-

Bromford Rodgers was a model
But she really rocked and rolled
Kept her tears up in a bottle
Poured them out to save her soul

Bromford Rodgers was a model

Poured them out to save her soul

Flower Moon …

It must be the second moon of spring. Summer is waiting around the corner. Sun is doing his best to help men dry out the earth. Who will stop them blooming and glooming?

»What are you doing, Bromford Bibble?« asks the llama that is living with me in my penthouse on the rooftop and above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside that is called like the man. Or is the man named after the town?

»I'm only scribbling, animal. Only scribbling.«

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Today is Monday, the 12th of May 2025.

Flower Moon

Sister Moon, will be my guide
In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide
All good people, asleep tonight
I′m all by myself, in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I′d go out of my mind, but for you

Lying in a mother's arms
The primal root of a woman's charms

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

»You are kind of obsessed with owls, aren't you, dude?«

I stay quiet and keep on scribbling.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 355 & Part 356

 Today is Wednesday, the 7th of May 2025.

The beginning is the most important part of the work, as Plato said, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

What is he talking about? asked the bees.

I don't know, admitted one of the six butterflies.

Rain in May? asked the fourteen caterpillars.

Good luck, said seven ladybugs.

And so the seven ladybugs joined the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitos, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"All the Critics Love U in Bromford"

You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in Bromford
You don′t have to keep the beat, they'll still think it′s neat, in Bromford
You can wear what you want to, it doesn't matter in Bromford
You could cut off all your hair, I don't think they′d care in Bromford

All the critics love you in Bromford

Why you can play what you want to, all the critics love you in Bromford
They won′t say that you're naïve if you play what you believe in Bromford
Purple love-amour is all you′re headed for, but don't show it
The reason that you′re cool is 'cause you′re from the old school, and they know it

All the critics love you in Bromford
You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in Bromford
You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in Bromford

It's time for a new direction
It's time for jazz to die
Fourth day of November
We need a purple high

Don′t give up, I′ll still love you


All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in Bromford

Body don't wanna quit, gotta get another hit
Body don′t wanna quit, gotta get another hit
Body don't wanna quit, gotta get another hit
Body don′t wanna quit, gotta get another hit

All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in Bromford

Whattaya lookin' at, punk?
Look out all you hippies, you ain′t as sharp as me
It ain't about the trippin', but the sexuality, turn it up
You can dance if you want to

All the critics love you in Bromford

All the critics love you in Bromford

(Yes, we′re certain of it, he′s definitely masturbating)

All the critics love you in Bromford
Take a bath, hippies!
All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you in Bromford


Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Bromford

"Bromford Woman"

Bromford Woman dressed in white
Stands out of tropical rains
She pulls her gin and tonics tight
And curses her lonely domain
Brazilian winds blow warm in Rio
A white estate they call "La Nada"
Meant for her soul or so she says
Hides her sadist gin-made eyes

No one knows but me
How she left me so behind
Bromford Woman
I could never leave you so unkind

Snow white and with desire
That vamp from the magazine
Cold and distant as the moon
Why can't she burn like fire?

No one knows but me
How she left me so behind
Bromford Woman
I could never leave you so unkind

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 353 & Part 354

 

Today is Tuesday, the 29th of April 2025.

May I have a large container of coffee? said Pi after a shipwreck, he survived 227 days while stranded on a lifeboat in the Pacific Ocean with a Bengal tiger named Richard Parker, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

A tiger? shrieked all the thirty-seven chicks at once.

Richard Parker? buzzed a whole hive of bees.

Shipwrecked, echoed the penguins.

And so twenty-nine bees joined the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitos, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"Cœur de Bromfordienne (reprise d'Arletty)

On me dit un minois mieux que joli
De même on me le dit
Et ce compliment me ravît

Il paraît que j'ai un drôle d'accent
Joli drôle et troublant
Qui vaut un regard caressant

J'ai l'air de voir la vie en rose
Mais mon cœur rêve d'autre chose

Aimer, sincèrement de mon cœur tendre
Celui qui pourrait me comprendre
Et s'il le fallait me défendre

Aimer, ah, je veux vivement qu'il vienne
Celui qui bercera la peine
De mon âme de Bromfordienne

Toute seule, hélas, je suis désormais
Et pourtant je croyais
Lire dans ses yeux qu'il m'aimait

Il mentait je ne vais pas en mourir
À peine un peu souffrir
Mais pas au point de m'enlaidir

J'ai l'air de voir la vie en rose
Mais mon cœur rêve d'autre chose

Aimer, sincèrement de mon cœur tendre
Celui qui pourrait me comprendre
Et s'il le fallait me défendre

Aimer, ah, je veux vivement qu'il vienne
Celui qui bercera la peine
De mon âme de Bromfordienne

"Bromford Drama"

I′m not sure if there's a point to this story
But I′m going to tell it again
So many other people try to tell the tale
Not one of them knows the end

It was a junk-house in South Bromford
Held a boy the age of ten
Along with his older brother Billy
And their mother and her boyfriend
Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos
That were given to him when he was young
And a drunk temper that was easy to lose
And thank God he didn't own a gun


Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck
Took a minute to open his eyes
He took a peep into the back of the house
And found himself a big surprise
He didn't see his brother, but there was his mother
With her red-headed head in her hands
While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest
Trying to choke the man

Billy looked up from the window to the truck
Threw up, and had to struggle to stand
He saw that rednecked bastard with a hammer
Turn the priest into a shell of a man
The priest was putting up the fight of his life
But he was old and he was bound to lose
The boyfriend hit as hard as he could
And knocked the priest right down to his shoes

Well, now Billy knew but never actually met
The preacher lying there in the room
He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy!"
Then he knew what he was gonna do
Billy got up enough courage to get up
And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find
It was a cold, glass bottle of milk
That got delivered every morning at nine


Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and
He turned around and put the lock on the door
He looked dead into the boyfriend′s eye
His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then
He took a step toward the man on the ground
From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound
He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!"
And Billy said, "Not ′til I know what this is all about!"

"Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama"
But Billy knew just who was starting the drama
So Billy took dead aim at his face
And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and
The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the
Boyfriend fell down dead for good
Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air
And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?"

His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and
Pulled out an envelope filled with money
"Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears
"He′s been paying all the bills for years!"
"Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees
And put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee!"
Just then, his little brother came in
Holding the milkman′s hat and a bottle of gin, singing

La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la... La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la...
La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la... La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la...

Well now you heard another side to the story
But you wanna know how it ends?
If you must know the truth about the tale
Go and ask the milkman

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 351 & Part 352

 

Today is Monday, the 21st of April 2025.

The oldest, shortest words - 'yes' and 'no' - are those which require the most thought, said Pythagoras, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

What is 'tawny'? asked one of the crickets. Some kind of colour?

I don't know, whispered an ant and continued carrying its' load.

And so twenty-one ants joined the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitos, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"Bromford"

Do not lie to us
Don't hide your eyes from us
I will take this offered cup
I will sit upon your floor
Tell your stories
Tell of your pain
That's what I came here for
And your children come and go as you weep

But what have I
If I have not love I am a waste
My words are empty vessels
If I do nothing in this place
And we can scream into the shadows
And it's good that we can
But walk with me, I think we'll find a way
And walk with me, I think we'll find a way

But I'll meet you at the Bromford
Where the rivers run into the sea
And I'll meet you at the Bromford
What's behind, I can clearly see
But that beyond, that's beyond me

When it feels like nothing else matters
Will you put your arms around me
When it feels like nothing else matters
Will you put your arms around me

Does your love prefer the other
Or does your love just makes you feel good
Does my love prefer the other
Or does my love just make me feel good

When it's all just dust to dust
And that's how it will be
When it's all just nothingness
That means nothing to me

When it's all just dust to dust
And how it will be
When it's all just nothingness
That means nothing to me

Does my love prefer the other
Or does my love just make me feel good
Does my love prefer the other
Or does my love just make me feel good

When it feels like nothing else matters
Will you put your arms around me
When it feels like nothing else matters
Will you put your arms around me

Does your love prefer the other
Or does my love just make me feel good

"Bromford"

Bromford
Brom, Bromford
Brom Brom, Bromford
Bromford

Eu queria cantar... Bromford, Bromford
Mas ela é uma ave de rapina, bougainvillea

Talvez
Talvez eu deveria...

Sem você, música repulsiva preenche o espaço

Ai Bromford
Tanto amor
Tão sacarina
Ajuda

Bromford
Brom, Bromford
Brom Brom, Bromford
Ela é minha amrita

Eu queria ajoelhar a seus pés, Bromford
Eu deveria aprender português, algum dia

There are still so many songs...

Pink Moon ...

 

Times are dim and maybe need a distraction.
Does the moon care?

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Today is Sunday, the 13th of April 2025.

Pink Moon

Sister Moon, will be my guide
In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide
All good people, asleep tonight
I′m all by myself, in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I′d go out of my mind, but for you

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 349 & Part 350

Today is Sunday, the 30th of March 2025.

Some vampire bit my neck, one of the penguins complained.

Must have been one of the bats, speculated one of the snails.

What are S - nails?, one of the many chicks wanted to know.

I think one of the mosquitos bit the penguin's neck, one of the fourteen caterpillars added to the feeling of rising nonsense.

And a group of thirty crickets played their fiddles without fiddling about.

And so thirty crickets joined the twenty-two mosquitos, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"Bromford in June"

Bromford in June
A shade veranda
Under Sunday blue sky
Bromford in June
And cousin Miranda
Is making a blueberry pie


I can hear the clock inside, a-ticking and a-tocking
Everything is peacefully dandy
I can can see your granny 'cross the street still a rocking
Watching all the neighbours go by, oh

Bromford in June
Sweet oleander
Blowing perfume in the air
Up jumps the moon
To make it so much grander
It's paradise honey
Brother, take my advice
Nothing's half as nice as Bromford in June

"Bromford (Angel)"

Bromford Angel,
Bromford Angel,
Will you be mine?
My darling dear,
Love you all the time.
I′m just a fool,
A fool in love with you.

Bromford Angel,
Bromford Angel,
The one I adore,
Love you forever
And evermore.
I'm just a fool,
A fool in love with you.


I fell for you
And I knew
The vision of your love, loveliness.
I hope and I pray
That someday
I′ll be the vision of your hap, happiness.

Oh, Bromford Angel,
Bromford Angel,
Please be mine?
My darling dear,
Love you all the time.
I'm just a fool,
A fool in love with you.

I fell for you
And I knew
The vision of your loveliness.
I hope and pray
That someday
That I'll be the vision of your happiness.


Oh, Bromford Angel,
Bromford Angel,
Please be mine?
My darling dear,
Love you all the time.
I′m just a fool,
A fool in love with you

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 347 & Part 348

Today is Saturday, the 22nd of March 2025.

Winter is over, springtime is here, moaned one of the penguins, and we still cannot fly and don't know where to go.

Shhh, hoo-hooed the tawny owl, I have got a headache and I cannot hear my own thoughts.

That is not me, the penguin kept on complaining, that's those mosquitos' deefening buzzing.

And so twenty-two mosquitos joined the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

 

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"Over Bromford"

Am I the hawk? Am I the dove?
The vulture swooping down from above?
Am I the drone, circling high
Whirring tuneless, pie-eyed in the sky?

Angry gods of retribution
Driving hate without solution
City, home to all who came and ever will

Long lost tribes, invaders of old
Staking their claim to spiritual gold
Layers of antiquity buried below
Each with a sad tale to better not know

There is no time for meditation
Pause for thought or hesitation
Set in stone, firm pledges to fulfil
Angry gods of retribution
Driving hate without solution
City, home to all who came and ever will

Rocks upon rocks
Ashes on ashes
Bagels and lox
Warak dawali
Divisible loaves
Two fish from the Galilee
As friends sit and dine
Take water and wine

I walk the cobbled alleys nervously
Soldier girls, soldier boys stare at me
Down the line, out of time, switch alliance in my mind

I walk the cobbled alleys nervously
Soldier girls and soldier boys stare at me
Down the line, out of time, switch alliance in my mind

Am I the hawk? Am I the dove?
The vulture swooping down from above?
Am I the drone, circling high
Whirring tuneless, pie-eyed in the sky?

There is no time for meditation
Pause for thought or hesitation
Set in stone, firm pledges to fulfil
Angry gods of retribution
Driving hate without solution
City, home to all who came and ever will
But I never will

I'm not over Bromford
Bromford

"Bromford In Love"

Bromford in love
Writes 69 cantos
For melancholy brunettes and
Sad women

The breeze carries salt
And sipping milky broth
He cast his gaze towards the sea out
The Winnebago


As if the sea had bore her to be
An ideal woman
She came to him from the water like Venus
From a shell

Singing his name with all the sweetness
Of a mother
Leaving him breathless and then
Drowned

Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Bromford

Bromford and German Shepherd / Bon Printemps, Bon Printemps …

 

There is a chill creeping up my spine.

I am feeling kind of exposed, like I am sitting with the back to an open door that leads to a dark dungeon made of long and winding cellar hallways.

I am feeling watched like someone was in the room with me, someone or something invisible I cannot see.

But that is the point with invisibility, that you cannot see invisible things and beings, isn't it? What about fear? Can you see fear? Can you picture or personalize it?

There is nothing to fear but fear itself . I have a bad feeling about this. A bad feeling about this fear?

»Wow, dude«, the llama is disturbing and interrupting my unsettling train of thoughts with a loud entrance into the living-room of our penthouse on the roof and above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside. »Why are you posting again? And what is that Nazi dog doing in the hallway?«

I am shaking my head closing the laptop. Maybe the time for writing subtile sentences and stories about fear and creepy thrilling feelings has gone by, is yet to come or simply not now.

»That is a German Shepherd, animal«, I say, »not necessarily a Nazi dog. Dogs are men's best friends and oldest companions. Domestication of dogs dates back more than 14,000 years ago deep into the Stone Age of the human race.«

»That's history, dude«, the llama is lying down on a reproachfully squeaking couch after a running jump. »And when did you humans domesticate the glorious llama race to herd your sheep?«

»Let me think about it«, I say. »That was like… NEVER! That never happened. It's because of reliability or something like that, camelid.«

»OK, and why are you posting on a Thursday again, dude?«

I take in a deep breath.

»It's because I want to celebrate not only the phases of the moon, especially the full-moons, but all kinds of terrestrial cycles, like the four seasons for example.«

»Four Seasons?« The llama is kicking some cushions on the couch with two of its four leags. »Like the Four Seasons Hotels and Resorts,the luxury hotel chain?«

»I don't know how you know about hotels and resorts. And the answer is NO. I am talking about the four earthly seasons like spring, summer, autumn and winter. I want to wish you and all the readers a good springtime which starts today in the Northern hemisphere.

Bon printemps, bon printemps!«

»Whatever floats your boat, dude«, the llama says, »Or do you say, whatever floods your boat? And why are you writing about eerie things or invisible beings watching you? Doesn't that feeling fit better in the darker seasons like fall or winter?«

»Maybe I have watched to many dark and creepy television series lately«, I murmur.

»We are all in the night country now«, the llama says mysteriously. »But me as your bestest animal companion you have ever had and that knows you better than you sometimes know yourself I sense another reason why you are feeling watched from the darkness of the hallway.«

»Really?« I ask sceptically. »And what is your guess, animal?«

»You are afraid of the Shepherd dog in the hallyway«, the llama cannot hide a giggle in its voice. »And you don't know how to get past it or rid of it.«

»OK«, I say, »I give up. You got me. I thought a watchdog was a good idea. But good old Brownie out there will not stop barking and growling at me once I try to leave the living-room for the kitchen, the bath or the bedrooms. He just won't let me pass.«

»Well, well, well«, the llama has jumped up to all four legs. »I will go out and talk to him. But from now on you owe me.«

»That's exactly what I was also afraid of«, I whisper to myself opening the laptop again.

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Today, is Thursday, the 20th of March 2025.
Bon printemps, bon printemps…

Bromford and Duck …

 

»Back to business«, I am grinning. »I brought you another candidate for the new animal companion in my life, animal.«

»Business? Back to business? You are so mean, dude. You are the devil in Bromford disguise.«

»I don't know what you are talking about, llammy. I think this is the perfect companion for me and replacement for you. Look at this cute little DUCKling. Look how it is watching you.«

»How rude, how cruel, you human torturer of poor llama souls. You know very well about my Anatidaephobie. I have talked about it over and over again throughout the long years of our acquaintance. Take this thing out of the penthouse. Take this thing back to Baltimore …«

»Anti… what?«

»Anatidaephobia! It is the fear that a DUCK may be watching you. The term comes from the Greek word “anatidae,” which means “swan, DUCKS, or geese,” and “phobos,” which means “fear.”«

»Ah, come on, animal. You are making that one up. Are you inventing phobias or diseases now to make yourself important or maybe to make me let you stay as my animal companion?«

»No! No! No! Anatidaephobia is the fear of constantly being watched by DUCKS.«

»Animal-related phobias can be very challenging«, I am stroking my chin taking on my most doctor or psychiatrist like face and behaviour, »but options such as mindful breathing or exposure therapy may help you cope.«

»Leave me alone, dude. Let me go!«

As the animal is trying to leave the living room of the penthouse above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building at 666, Whitaker Lane in Bromford the friendly town by the bay and seaside I am picking up the DUCK holding it in the llama's direction.

»No! No! No!«

Now the animal is running towards the open glasdoor to the roof terrace.

»Come on, llammy. Cuddle the little DUCKling. Let it ride on your back. Make it your friend. This is how exposure works.«

As I do so the DUCK is spreading its wings and flying away through the open sliding door into the springy sky above the town.

The llama is cowering behind the curtain next to the big window now all shivering and sobbing.

»You can come out now, llama«, I say feeling kind of guilty all of a sudden. »I didn't know that you are taking this phobia thing so serious. I was just a little joke. I found that DUCK on the bricked fish pont on our roof terrace this morning. It was kind of exhausted and looked possibly injured. I took it inside to give it some rest and to see if I had take it to a vet.«

»That wasn't nice, dude. Not nice. And obviously it wasn't injured or sick at all as quick it was leaving this place. Not nice. Not nice.«

Cautiously it is coming towards me with hanging head and finally breathing gently down my hand.

»But do you know what I liked about this situation, dude?«

I am slightly petting the curly hair on the llama's  forehead, now.

»What did you like, animal?«

»You«, the llama shouts bouncing up and down and towards the kitchen, »you calling me llammy.«

And as I hear the animal opening and plundering the refridgerator I murmer to myself, »I'm sorry, llammy, it won't happen again.«

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Today is Tuesday, the 18th of March 2025.