Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 373 & Part 374 / Happy BlockBlog's Day ...

 

Today is Friday, the 18th of July, 2025.

Hey, here is the song - the cover version actually - I wanted you all to listen to, called out Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl, suddenly all awake. And I am looking at you Anjushka Blackbird.

All the little chicks formed one fluffy yellow feather ball.

Did you know there was a blackbird among us? they whispered to the little red birds.

Our guru is losing it, all the cats grinned maliciously.

🎵 Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly 🎵

Who is singing now? one of the penguins wanted to know.

Must be one of the ants, the twenty-two mosquitos grinned.

🎵 Ants singing in the dead of night
Take these broken mandibles and learn to cry 🎵

And Friedrich Nietzsche said, And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you, said the little tawny owl.

And eighteen weary cats joined the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smile, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, 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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"Mansions Of Bromford"

Well, it's a pretty bad place outside this door
I could go out there but I don't see what for
And I'm happy living in the dark on the edge of my mind
And it's nobody else's business

Now it's just me, myself and the secrets that
Live within the walls of the mansions of Bromford

Well, the city's on fire, you can smell the flesh
And the screams like dogs in the wilderness
And where all the poor souls go looking to mend their hearts
Like it's everyone else's business

And at best they'll find the secrets that
Live within the walls of the mansions of Bromford

Well, he's gone out again and left you all alone
Well, come on over, I'm always home
And where all the poor souls go looking to mend their hearts
Well, I do mean to make it my business

And it's just me, myself and the secrets that
Live within the walls of the mansions of Bromford

"A Suitcase In Bromford"

Paris has its Boulevards and bridges o'er the Seine
Naples has its chaos and its islands in the bay
And Barcelona nearly became an exception
But for me Bromford is still the one

I still have a suitcase in Bromford
That's why I go there whenever I can
The memories of times gone by
Are all inside that suitcase in Bromford

I still have a suitcase in Bromford
It just stays there and that makes its own sense
To make the trip's always ok
If I have the urge I can just go back again
Go back again, go back again, go back again

The Tiergarten, the old Funkturm, the streets 'round Bahnhof Zoo
The Ex & Pop, the Risiko, up the whole night through
Kottbusser Tor, the Grunewald
The Wall, the Schlachtensee
Bromford was so wild
I can't forgot those days

 

 

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