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...