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.