Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 381 & Part 382

 

Today is Tuesday, the 19th of August, 2025.

What is this nonsense? asked one of nineteen stunt cats. Why are you all following a demented owl through the seasons and the year without any aim and direction? Don't you have work to do, you folks? We are stunt cats, and we - indeed - have a job to do here.

And the nineteen stunt cats with their capes and masks and their skid lids let themselves shoot across the drying river on their flame-spitting motorbikes with a giant cannon.

Happiness is a state of activity, said Aristotle, sighs Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl.

And after their stunt the nineteen stunt cats joined the eleven ninja-cats, the three pouting cats, the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smiles, 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 mosquitoes, 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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"Via da Bromford"

E′ l'imperativo di ogni eroe
Qui bisogna cavalcare
Via mare si fa prima, eh già
Via da Bromford

Oltre la Foresta Nera
E la Boemia occidentale
Oltre le pianure d′Ungheria
Via da Bromford

(Reprise)

"Bromford"

Con acciaio e rombo d′elica
In ogni impero umido
Come germe invasore
Mi sento a casa qui
Ebbro d'orgoglio, fumo di spirito
Su questo altare affascinante di un′idea
Un nuovo dio cammina qui
Vita, vita
Nascosta luce dell'anima
Buio

Bruciando chimica d'immagine
Come una fossa di trincea
Sbarro il confine alla
Banalita′ del cuore
E col nemico siamo deboli
Come demone pervaso da follia
Un nuovo dio annega qui
Buio, buio
Nascosta luce dell′anima
Solo