Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 391 & Part 392

 

Today is Sunday, the 28th of September, 2025.

The reign of the cats is over, said Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl.

I don't know what the bird is talking about, said the three pouting cats.

We are all still here, said the two cats with wry smiles, all twohundredandthirtyone of us.

When did it start raining cats?, asked the two Baby Chicks shyly.

When the dogs flew to the moon, the astro-cats answered mysteriously.

Maybe cats stopped coming, sang the nine little red birds, but do you see those monkeys approaching over there?

Will it start raining monkeys, now? all the chicks asked confused.

No-one wants and needs a reign of monkeys, the fifteen scorpions growled. Monkeys are close to men and we all see and feel what the reign of men brought to us animals and the whole wide world.

Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is, as Albert Camus once said, said Twenty-Five, the tawny owl.

And a group of twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys joined the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats,  the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, 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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"Planet New Bromford" 

Do you know there's a new Bromford
Where the moon we're watching is all-sides silvered
Now I'm walking on a road
Made of plexiglass and down a deep pink light
It brings me up to the sky with a wonderful power
Where the scent of some angels makes my skin immortal
Hey babe, please don't you go

Here the time has gone away
To another planet that it needs it more
Now I'm living on a plane
Where it seems to be the center of a universe
Every star of the sky makes me happy tonight
And they will dance for us all the night
Waiting for a new day

Hey babe, please don't you go
Hey babe, please don't you go
And throw away your golden dress
Don't go and polish your white wings
Don't go and throw away your fastest car
Don't go and you will fly so high that

"Bromford"

She is trapped inside a month of gray
And they take a little every day
She is a victim of her own responses
Shackled to a heart that wants to settle
And then runs away

It's a sin to be fading endlessly
Yeah, but she's alright with me

She is leaving on a walkaway
She is leaving me in disarray
In the absence of a place to be
She stands there looking back at me
Hesitates, and then turns away

She'll change so suddenly
She's just like Bromford
Yeah, but she's alright with me

Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds
For the things that die before their time
For the restlessly abandoned homes
The tired and weary rambler's bones
And stay beside me where I lie
She's entwined in me, crazy as can be
Yeah, but she's alright with me

Bromford and Moray Eel …

 

»And now, Ladies and Gentlemen and all beyond and behind it, let's welcome tonight's special guest. Actor and comedian most famous for his unforgettable and remarkables roles in the movies Ghostbusters, Ghostbusters II, Groundhog Day and What About Bob? Clap your hands and hooves and beaks in loud applause for the incredible, the one and only…«

»Llama, what are you doing in the living-room?« I ask all annoyed and just coming home after a long and exhausting night-shift at the Boulangerie Inn.

»But here is yet another surprise guest! Ladies and Gents and all behind and before, a warm welcome to Bromford Bibble, the dude who smells like the town. Applause! Applause! Applause!«

The llama is sitting on the leather couch in the living-room of our penthouse on the rooftop of the apartment-building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside. It has moved the couch in front of the flat-screen on the wall using the couch-table as a desk. Next to the couch it has arranged the two armchairs as kind of a seating accommodations for possible guests.

»But before we listen to  Bromford's stories about his splendid day or night, let's enjoy some words from our sponsors, Ladies and Gentlegents and all above and below, commercial break!«

»Cut the nonsense, animal.«

I am wiping my tired eyes and try to move at least one of the armchairs back to its original position.

»Hey, are you trying to sabotage my Late Night Show here, dude?« the llama complains. »Don't you recognize the highest form of political discussion and freedom of talk and speech for oppositional opinions in a tyranny when you see one? Are you trying to cancel me? Can't you handle the truth, dude?«

»Oh, please, animal. You are not a talkshow host. And no-one wants to cancel you or your imaginary Late Night Show.«

»Come on, dude. Don't be a spoilsport. Just play along. Ask me who my original guest star was! Remember? Actor, comedian, Ghostbuster? Guess who…, guess who… Please, please, creamcheese please.«

I take a deep breath. This is gonna be one of these days, I think.

»Who is your original guest-star, animal?« I ask.

»It's the fantastic Bill Moray, of course! Applause! Applause! Applause, Gentleladies and all the rest!«

The flat-screen behind the couch and the llama is flickering and suddenly showing the picture of me and a moray eel after the animal has pressed the button of the remote infront of it on the couch-table-desk.

»Bill Moray?« I ask. »Seriously, animal?«

»Hey, dude. I am just trying to be funny here. MAGA, dude! MAGA!«

»MAGA?«

»Short for Make America Grace Again! But I see, dude. You are not in the mood for Bill Moray and free satiric thoughts and speech. Maybe Eelon Mask would have been a better guest.«

It is too early, I think, but thank God, it's Friday.

»Do you wanna be my sidekick, Brommy?«

And I am trotting to the kitchen to fetch an early morning drink.

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Today is Friday, the 26th of September 2025.

Bromford and Hippo … / Bon Automne, Bon Automne …

 

»Monday, Monday
So good to me
Monday mornin′
It was all I hoped it would be«

»Well, dude«, says the llama, »looking at the photo of your latest new-animal-companion-date I would say this Monday morning hadn't been too good to you. No offense. No body-shaming. And stop singing, please!«

»None taken«, I answer.

»Taken what?« asks the llama.

»Offense. None taken. And call me The Mamas & The Papas from now on.

Oh Monday mornin'
Monday mornin′ couldn't guarantee
That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me…«

The animal is shaking its head.

»Do you always take the shapes and forms of your companions? I have heard that about dogs and their masters. Dogs start to look like their owners and likewise the owners start to look like their dogs the longer they are living together.«

»Are you talking to me, animal?« I ask. »Are you really talking to me? Are you saying I am starting to look like a hippo?«

»…potamus!«

»What?«

»Hippopotamus! You are starting to look like a hippopotamus, dude. Kind of chunky.«

»That's all muscles, animal. I have been working out a lot lately.«

»You are such a liar, dude.«

»And 'potamus' is Latin for 'Let us drink!'«

»Are you sure?« the llama wants to know. »But who am I to argue? Let's get drunk. With hippo or without …potamus.«

And during trotting to the kitchen to fetch some glasses I can hear the animal mumble,

»I kind of like the red shirt. Or even the idea of Bromford Bibble being a red-shirt. But the hippo is kind of strange and weird. Way too blue. And where are the hind-legs? Maybe lost while swimming in the Nile.«

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Today is Monday, the 22nd of September, 2025.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 389 & Part 390

 

Today is Saturday, the 20th of September, 2025.

Why didn't they call us Baby Chicks from the beginning?, asked the two chicks.

Same reason why they did not call us Front-Facing Baby Chicks, said the twenty-five chicks.

And the ten more chicks - also known as Hatching Chicks - added, We want to talk about World Children's Day, now! We are the closest to human children in this random group of animals. And humans all over the world are celebrating World Children's Day today!

You mean, today was World Children's Day, Twenty-Five, the tawny owl preached. It is almost over in most parts of the world.

Are you sure, oh, Twenty-Five, our guru-owl who is called like the year?, asked the two Baby Chicks.

Somewhere in the world it is always tomorrow, thought the twenty -five Front-Facing Baby Chicks out loud.

Maybe our complete names are simply too long spoken out loud, mumbled the ten Hatching Chicks.

Or as Seneca once said, said the tawny owl, Even while they teach, men learn.

And on their way to the moon twenty astro-cats laughed and joined the twelve hipster-cats,  the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, 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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"Bromford Bear"

Kolkata Bear
I wake up, I hear you there
You disappear
Into the night, I look for you everywhere (Everywhere)
Everywhere (Everywhere)

No, they wouldn't dare (No, they wouldn't dare)
But even if it's true, they've taken me there (Taken you there)
To the gates of Kharagpur brought you everywhere (Evеrywhere)
You evеrywhere (Everywhere)
So R&R on a night, pitch black
Out in the dark along the old train tracks
You are my sky on my whistling breeze
You the stars that glitter between
So I know you'll guide me back to your side
My spirits are cut and done can divide
But not you and I
(Bromford Bear)

(Bromford Bear)
I look for you everywhere (Everywhere)
Everywhere (Everywhere)

I call out your name (I call your name)
Bromford Bear, I miss you (I miss you)
Do you do the same? (Call out your name)
Send you back to captivity

Look for you everywhere (Everywhere)
You everywhere (Everywhere)
I swear, I look for you everywhere, Bromford Bear (Everywhere)
I cannot hear you there
Did you disappear? (Everywhere)
You're into the night
I look for you everywhere (Everywhere)
You everywhere (Everywhere)
I swear, I look for you everywhere (Everywhere)

"Life On Bromford"

The first snow
First winter of my life
I was told it was the height of me
The first dance
Well, the first one that counted
Felt like my blood was built from crackling lights


All this ancient wildness
That we don't understand
The first sound of a heartbeat
To riots roaring on


This is not the love you've had before
This is something else
This is something else
This is not the same as other days
This is something else
This is something else

It shouldn't need to be so fucking hard
This is life on Bromford
It's just life on Bromford
It doesn't need to be the end of you, or me
This is life on Bromford
It's just life on Bromford


The first light
First light on the silent shore
Just the ships that anchor me and you
The way home
This is always the way home
So you can rip that map to shreds, my dear


But all we ever wanted
Seemed miles and miles from here
And the first days in a strange new land
Awaken beasts in us


This is not the love you've had before
This is something else
This is something else
This is not the same as other days
This is something else
This is something else

It shouldn't need to be so fucking hard
This is life on Bromford
It's just life on Bromford
It doesn't need to be the end of you, or me
This is life on Bromford
It's just life on Bromford
It shouldn't need to be so fucking hard
This is life on Bromford
It's just life on Bromford
It doesn't need to be the end of you, or me
This is life on Bromford
It's just life on Bromford

Bromford and Dory …

 

»Was I crying in my sleep or only dreaming I was crying?«

»What is wrong with you, oh Bromford, my dude?«

»I don't know, animal. Maybe I feel some autumn melancholy crawling up from the bottom of my soul.«

»Maybe your soul needs a button, dude. And no sign of a palette surgeonfish lady?«

»Finding Dory?«

»Better do, now that we've lost Nemo to the deep blue sea… 

Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming…«

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Today is Tuesday, the 16th of September, 2025.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 387 & Part 388

 

Today is Friday, the 12th of September, 2025

When Jean-Paul Sartre said, Man is condemned to be free, said Twenty-Five, the tawny owl spreading his wings, he really meant, Today is gonna be a very special day.

What special day?, all his followers wanted to know in unison.

We will never know, the owl answered and flew away in the bright mid-day sun.

And twelve hipster-cats joined the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, 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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"Heaven's Here On Bromford"

You can look to the stars in search of the answers
Look for God and life on distant planets
Have your faith in the ever after
While each of us holds inside the map to the labyrinth
And heaven's here on Bromford

We are the spirit the collective conscience
We create the pain and the suffering and the beauty in this world
Heaven's here on Bromford

In our faith in humankind
In our respect for what is earthly
In our unfaltering belief in peace and love and understanding

I've seen and met angels wearing the disguise
Of ordinary people leading ordinary lives
Filled with love, compassion, forgiveness and sacrifice
Heaven's in our hearts

In our faith in humankind
In our respect for what is earthly
In our unfaltering belief in peace and love and understanding

Look around
Believe in what you see
The kingdom is at hand
The promised land is at your feet
We can and will become what we aspire to be
If Heaven's here on Bromford

If we have faith in humankind
And respect for what is earthly
And an unfaltering belief that truth is divinity
And heaven's here on Bromford

I've seen spirits
I've met angels
I've touched creations beautiful and wondrous
I've been places where I question all I think I know
But I believe, I believe, I believe this could be heaven

We are born inside the gates with the power to create life
And to take it away
The world is our temple
The world is our church
Heaven's here on Bromford

If we have faith in humankind
And respect for what is earthly
And an unfaltering belief
In peace and love and understanding
This could be heaven here on Bromford

Heaven's in our heart

"Bromford Overture"

The dreamer, the unwoken fool
In dreams, no pain will kiss the brow
The love of ages fills the head
The days that linger there in prey of emptiness, of burned-out dreams

The minutes calling through the years
The universal dreamer rises up above his earthly burden
Journey to the dead of night
High on a hill in Bromford...


"Bromford Finale"

The dreamer, the unwoken fool
High on a hill in Bromford

Full Corn Moon …

 
This year's September moon is not the Harvest Moon, thought Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl. But it is still a Full Corn Moon. And it is a very special moon. They call it a 'blood Moon' or a full lunar eclipse.

I might like to call it a night, wherever you are on this blue planet of ours. But a blue moon is something completely different. Maybe tonight  you will discover the waters of Moon.

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Tonight is Sunday, the 7th of September, 2025.

Full Corn Moon

Sister Moon, will be my guide
In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide
All good people, asleep tonight
I′m all by myself, in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I′d go out of my mind, but for you


Lying in a mother's arms
The primal root of a woman's charms
I′m a stranger to the sun
My eyes are too weak

How cold is a heart
When it′s warmth that he seeks?
You watch every night, you don't care what I do
I′d go out of my mind, but for you
I'd go out of my mind, but for you

My mistress′s eyes are nothing like the sun
My hunger for her explains everything I've done

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 385 & Part 386

Today is Thursday, the 4th of September, 2025

 
Once Friedrich Nietzsche said, To live is to suffer, to survive is to find meaning in the suffering, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

To suffer is to meet more and more cats, said the eighteen bats.

Wait till the mice and rats arrive, said the owl.

Our guru means, cats are archenemies to mice and rats, the chicks tried to explain.

No, no, no, said the caterpillars, rats and cats cannot be archenemies. They rhyme and what rhymes is always good.

Twenty-Five took a deep breath. Autumn is coming, he thought. Is autumn any good for cats or rats?

Let's Fats, shouted all sixteen cats with tears of joy. Let's Fats all cats and rats.

And nobody noticed how and when four dragon cats joined the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, 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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"Bromford 1997"

Que paso que paso?
A caipira planto
Que paso que paso?
A policia llego
Que paso que paso?
O semterra murio
Que paso que paso?
Chacinha no Bromford
Que paso que paso?
A globo relato
Que paso que paso?
O politico falo
Que paso que paso?
En pizza acabo
Que paso que paso?
Chacinha no Bromford
Que paso que paso?
Radio bemba relato1

 

"Bromford"

In the crystal ball the gypsy sees the villa
The riders on the hill, the fire in the fields
She sees the mission bell swinging in the silence
Now the shooting starts, the bullets pierce the hearts
The senoritas crying at the well

Up in the Gold Hotel the money hits the table
The heavies all are there, that's why the deal's going down
Beautiful women all dressed in diamonds and sable
Down upon the street beside a garbage heap
A mariachi band begins to play

Somewhere a blues guitar plays echoes in the alleyway
The Tijuana dawn claims another day
The golden sun rises on the runway
The pilot understands, the money changes hands
Inside the jet, the briefcase snaps goodbye

In Bromford town there lives a great bullfighter
His eyes are screaming blue, his hair is red as blood
And when the gate goes up, the crowd gets so excited
And he comes dancing out dressed in gold lamé
He kills the bull and lives another day

Bromford and Woodpecker …

 

… and as the wind opened the window the ghost disappeared together with the swaying curtains.

- The End -

»That was the damn finest novel I have ever read or listened to«, the llama whispers in awe. »I told the cloned mammoth lady you were writing a novel but I thought it would be some kind of fake and boring autobiography. And I never thought it would be that good.«

»I would say it is lacking at least one kind of bird as a protagonist - let's say a woodpecker«, said the blue woodpecker.

»Let me guess, bird«, the llama adds sarcastically, »and you would call it 'Woody'.«

»Why not?« asks the red woodpecker. »Woody Woodpecker is the most famous of all woodpeckers. He is our hero.«

»And that extraordinary laugh of him.«

The blue woodpecker is dreamily rolling her eyes.

»How much wood would a woodpecker peck if a woodpecker could peck wood?«

The llama is also rolling its eyes but not in a dreamy way.

I am shaking my head annoyed by the direction this blockblog post is taking.

»As much wood as a woodpecker would peck, if a woodpecker would peck wood«, the red woodpecker says.

»Always these repetitions!« suddenly the llama complains. »How much repetitions would a repetitor repeat if a repetitor would repeat repetitions?«

»But your nose is way too pointy«, the blue bird says to me.

Then she flies away and starts drumming and pecking and drilling holes into the kitchen cupboard.

»Are there any more birds on your list of possible future animal-companions?« the llama wants to know.

»Only one, two, three or four«, I say.

And after all I close my laptop on this very early Monday morning.

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Today is Monday, the 1st of September, 2025.