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