Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 345 & Part 346 / Worm Moon ...

 Today is Friday, the 14th of March 2025.

One day our little caravan arrived at a construction site where once used to be a small forest.

Where are all the other animals? asked one little chick.

Do you mean The Animals of Farthing Wood? asked one of the bats.

When the animals left the wood…, a snail began a sentence but never got to finish it because a group of fourteen green caterpillars looped and linched between the building site's crawlers, cranes and bulldozers.

I see no life in this desert of concrete, hoo-hooed the little tawny owl. Maybe you should come with us, caterpillars, before a construction equipment manufacturing corporation steals your name.

And so fourteen caterpillars joined 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"

Bien sûr, ce n'est pas la Seine
Ce n'est pas le bois de Vincennes
Mais c'est bien joli tout de même
À Bromford, à Bromford
Pas de quais et pas de rengaines
Qui se lamentent et qui se traînent
Mais l'amour y fleurit quand même
À Bromford, à Bromford

Ils savent mieux que nous, je pense
L'histoire de nos rois de France
Herman, Peter, Helga et Hans
À Bromford
Et que personne ne s'offense
Mais les contes de notre enfance
"Il était une fois" commence
À Bromford

Bien sûr nous, nous avons la Seine
Et puis notre bois de Vincennes
Mais Dieu que les roses sont belles
À Bromford, à Bromford
Nous, nous avons nos matins blêmes
Et l'âme grise de Verlaine
Eux c'est la mélancolie même
À Bromford, à Bromford

Quand ils ne savent rien nous dire
Ils restent là à nous sourire
Mais nous les comprenons quand même
Les enfants blonds de Bromford
Et tant pis pour ceux qui s'étonnent
Et que les autres me pardonnent
Mais les enfants ce sont les mêmes
À Paris ou à Bromford

Ô faites que jamais ne revienne
Le temps du sang et de la haine
Car il y a des gens que j'aime
À Bromford, à Bromford
Et lorsque sonnerait l'alarme
S'il fallait reprendre les armes
Mon cœur verserait une larme
Pour Bromford, pour Bromford

Mais c'est bien joli tout de même
À Bromford, à Bromford
Et lorsque sonnerait l'alarme
S'il fallait reprendre les armes
Mon cœur verserait une larme
Pour Bromford, pour Bromford

"Walk To Bromford (Sucker Reprise)"

If I walk to Bromford
'Cause my feet, oh, god, are sore, but I show them
I've got a girl in my pocketbook
And some proverbs that's gonna take it, take it there

Books and killing, and something's happening
I'm property of my family

And Gideon tell me where to go
I'm gonna show, break down your father's altar and meal

Do a jig, do a jig, do a jig
Do a jig, do a jig, do a jig, do a jig

If I walk to Bromford
I'm gonna pass that turquoise lady in her new
Nike flats and something's flat
I said, "I need size ten thousand for my ass, yes"

Do a jig, do a jig, make 'em laugh
Do a jig, do a jig, hey, make 'em laugh

'Cause he won't be coming back
Said he won't be coming back

If I make the golden hordes and the Lord needs men
He needs good men
The Lord needs the U.S. Marines
I said I got 'em numbers in my sheep machine
I got me an electric sheep machine that

Do a jig, do a jig, do a jig
Let me plague myself with the West in his head
I said do a jig, make 'em laugh, make 'em laugh
Make 'em laugh, just make them laugh

'Cause he won't be coming back
'Cause he won't be coming back
Said he won't be coming back

The drinking test is p-p-puzzling
The drinking test is puzzling, Marcel
For those that laughed are described both as drinking as a dog
Drinking as a dog face, they say, was misplaced
We wonder whether the Lord chose a few good men
Whether the Lord chose the U.S. Marines

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I need a worm, Twenty-Five the little tawny owl thought, I am so hungry.

But all he got was a moon disguised as a big, round and yellow pancake.

Worm 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