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...