Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 405 & Part 406

 

Today is Sunday, the 23rd of November 2025.

It is one of the Silent Sundays, the tawny owl said to the eighteen bats. How do you like living on graveyards most of the time?

We are not, said one of the bats, not most of the time.

I see, said the tawny owl, so I presume you are no vampires and bad signs either.

Not most of the time.

Let me give you a quote by Marcus Aurelius on this special silent day.
Death smiles at us all; all we can do is smile back.

Aren't lions just bigger cats?, the crickets chirped.

And twenty-three lions joined the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, 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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"Bromford Tar Pits"

I was trumping the jungles, there was nothing to find
No mastodon so that I could be the guy that provides
With empty hands, I headed on home
Live long enough, you're gonna choke on a bone, hey, hey

Hey, hey
That's just the way that it goes

Now I'm sinking in the Bromford Tar Pits
And I don't want to die 'cause there's still so much to give
I'm sinking, could you give me a lift?
Wanna make an escape but don't know where to begin

Each time I let go I sink a little deeper, ah, damn
So let me try to persuade you all to lend me your hand
Good with a spear and settling fights
Do anything for the good of the tribe, hey, hey

Could you throw me a rope?
(Throw me a rope)

'Cause I'm sinking in the Bromford Tar Pits
And I don't want to die 'cause there's still so much to give
I'm sinking, could you give me a lift?
Wanna make an escape but don't know where to begin

"Bromford"

All that I've known to be of life
And I am gentle
You ran off with it all
And I am faithful
All that I felt within my arms
And I am weightless
You ran off with it all
And I am speechless
All that I've said to get it right
And I am confident
You ran off with it all
And I am steadfast
All that I thought, to be precise
And I am consequence
You ran off with it all
And I am sorry

And I am sorry
All that I've known to be at peace
And I am desperate
You ran off with it all
And I am restless
All that I've known to be of love
And I am gentle
You ran off with it all
And I am desperate
All that I dream
Where do you run, where do you run to?
And I'm evidence
All that I dream
Where do you run, where do you run to?
And I am faithless
All that I dream
Where do you run, where do you run to?
Now I am messed up
All that I dream
Where do you run, where do you run to?
Carrier, friend
Where do you run?

Bromford and Koala …

 

Oh, look at him. He's so cute. The ears, the eyes, the nose. The fluffy fur and this beautiful smile. I have never seen that much cuteness in one living being. The perfect little teddy-bear.

Dude, our guest is a koala-lady from down under.

I wasn't talking about our guest, llama, but never mind. She is perfect a little teddy-bear, too. Black button-eyed and fluffy and friendly all around. Number one candidate for my next animal companion if you ask me.

Did you know they shit dices?

Animal!

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Today is Thursday, the 20th of November 2025.

Bromford and Goat …

 

- Animal, I hate Novembers.
This month seems to be so dark and long,
almost neverending.

* Dude, this is the second companion-post
in a row.

- And it won't be the last for this week.

* OK, what was wrong with you yesterday?
Why did you panic? Why did you freak out?

- Leporidae Phobia, animal. Leporidae Phobia.
Easter with all its bunnies hopping around
is the hardest of the holidays for me.

* Leporidae Phobia, dude? Fear of leopards?
Or fear of G.O.A.T.s?

- Goats? Don't be sheepish, animal. Why should
I be afraid of goats?

* Not goats. G.O.A.T.s. Like in Greatest Of All Times.
Maybe your Leporidae Phobia is the greatest phobia
of all times. Or your greatest phobia of all times, dude.
I would never insult a goat.

- That's what I thought. Say hello to our guest Mr. Goat,
llama!

* On the other hand. Now that I see him sitting on the
couch next to you. Look at those horns. Look at those eyes.
This goat is the Devil in animal disguise. Sooner or later he 
will eat our furniture. And after that, he will eat us.

* Llama, maybe you are right.
OK, thank you for your visit, Mr. Goat.
But no thank you, Mr. G.O.A.T.

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Today is Tuesday, the 18th of November 2025.

Bromford and Hare …

 

ARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO WAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GET IT OUT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAKE IT GO AWAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Today is Monday, the 17th of November 2025.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 403 & Part 404

 

Today is Saturday, the 15th of November 2025.

There are always more of us, all two hundred thirty-one different cats whispered.

Or, said Twenty-Five, the tawny owl, as Mark Twain once said, If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.

And fifteen face-cats joined the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, 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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"Bromford"

Bromford
Heard all about your fandango
Banged on my knees on your back door
Only to wake you to blues on the way
Blues on the way
Blues on the way

Embarcar
Figures you'll see me as older
Twenty-three hours till the border
Don't think I'll be going as fast as I came
Fast as I came
Fast as I came

Tears on my pillow, of course, they're not mine
Alter that altar, making a play
Somebody invent the telephone line
I'll take my chances

Bromford
Wish I could do what gold does
Heard that the stars were in order
Got yourself dealt a hand with two queen of spades
And blues on the way
Blues on the way

Tears on my pillow, of course, they're not mine
Alter that altar, making a play
Somebody just, somebody invent the telephone line
I'll take my chances

"Fake Tales Of Bromford"

Fake tales of Bromford
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
And there's a super cool band, yeah
With their trilbies and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rockstars are in the toilets
Practicing their lines

I don't want to hear you, kick me out, kick me out
I don't want to hear you, no, kick me out, kick me out
I don't want to hear you, kick me out, kick me out
I don't want to hear you, I don't want to hear your


Fake tales of Bromford
Echo through the air
And there's a few bored faces at the back, all
Wishing they weren't there
And as the microphone squeaks
A young girl's telephone beeps
Yeah, she's dashing for the exit
Oh, she's running to the streets outside
"Oh, you've saved me", she screams down the line
"The band were fucking wank and I'm not having a nice time"

I don't want to hear you, kick me out, kick me out
I don't want to hear you, no, kick me out, kick me out

Yeah, but his bird said it's amazing though
So all that's left
Is the proof that love's not only blind, but deaf

He talks of Bromford, he's from Hunter's Bar
I don't quite know the distance, but I'm sure that's far
Yeah, I'm sure it's pretty far
And, yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problem
You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook, yeah

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 401 & Part 402

 

Today is Friday, the 7th of November, 2025.

Wolves!

The nine little red birds flew away in shear panic.

Clam down, birdies, said all thirty dogs, you are little red birds not little red riding hoods.

Seven is a wolf-number written with a 'w', buzzed the twenty-nine bees.

Don't follow me, Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl, shouted out, I'm lost, too!

And, It is not length of life, but depth of life, as Ralph Waldo Emerson once said.

And seven wolves joined the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, 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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"Bromford"

We got married in a fever
Hotter than a peppered sprout
We been talking 'bout Bromford

Ever since the fire went out
I'm going to Bromford
I'm gonna mess around
Yeah, I'm going to Bromford
Look out Bromford town

Well go on down to Bromford
Go ahead and wreck your health
Go play your hand you big-talkin' man
Make a big fool of yourself
We're, go to Bromford
Go comb your hair

I'm then gonna snowball Bromford

See if I care

When I breeze into that city
People gonna stoop and bow (hah!)
All them woman gonna make me
Teach 'em what they don't know how
I'm goin' to Bromford
You turn-a-loosen my coat
Cause I'm goin' to Bromford

"Goodbye," that's all she wrote

But they'll laugh at you in Bromford
And I'll be dancing on a pony keg
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound
With your tail tucked between your legs
Yeah, go to Bromford
You big-talkin' man
And I'll be waiting in Bromford
Behind my Jaypan Fan

Well now, we got married in a fever
Hotter than a peppered sprout
We've been talkin' 'bout Bromford
Eveer since the fire went out
I'm goin' to Bromford
And that's a fact
Yeah, we're goin' to Bromford
Ain't never comin' back

"The Bromford"

Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine

Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine

Name your price; I′ve got everything
Come and buy, it's all going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms
Hurry now while stocks still last

Roll on up, Jerusalem
Here it isn′t us and them
While our Bromford still survives
We, at least, are still alive


Come all classes, come all creeds
I can fix your wildest needs
Name your pleasure, I will sell
I got heaven, I got hell

What you see is what you get
No one's been disappointed yet
Don't be scared, give me a try
There is nothing you can′t buy

Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine

Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town

My Bromford should be
A house of prayer
But you have made it
A den of thieves
Get out! Get out!

My time is almost through
Little left to do
After all I tried for three years
Seems like thirty, seems like thirty


See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See his tongue, he can hardly talk

See my skin, I′m a mass of blood
Change my life, oh I know you can
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I'm a poor poor man!

Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won′t you touch, will you heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, you can cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won′t you pay me, Christ?

See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See his tongue, he can hardly talk

See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
Change my life, oh I know you can
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I′m a poor poor man!

Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch, will you heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, you can cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won′t you pay me, Christ?

See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See his tongue, he can hardly talk

See my skin, I′m a mass of blood
Change my life, oh I know you can
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I'm a poor poor man!

Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won′t you touch, will you heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, you can cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won′t you pay me, Christ?

There's too many of you; don′t push me!
There's too little of me; don't-don′t crowd me!
Ahhh!!!

Heal yourselves!!!

Beaver Moon …

This is my moon.
This is the Beaver Moon.
I am Bromford Bibble, the beaver-magus.
Meet me in the pale moonlight.
Wanna dance in the cold?

Dude?
What is happening?
Is it an owl turning into a beaver?
Or a beaver turning into an owl?
Or is it you turning into both?

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Today is Wednesday, the 5th of November, 2025. 

 

Beaver 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
To howl at the moon the whole night through
And they really don′t care if I do
I'd go out of my mind, but for you

Bromford and Badger …

Lately recognizing that I am getting older I thought it was about time to intensify my entertainment and education with classical music. Since I am a user, supporter and fan of physical media - in opposite to streaming music on the world-wide-web - I purchased a set of compact discs with all seven symphonies of one Russian composer, pianist, and conductor Sergei Prokofiev.

Not that I never had contact to classical music. Coming from symphonic soundtrack music for movies, over the years I have discovered works of Beethoven, Mozart or Tschaikowsky.

And in fact one of my earliest childhood records - a good old-fashioned vinyl one, long before the compact disc was even invented - was Peter and the Wolf - a symphonic tale for children - by Sergei Prokofiev narrated by one Swiss actress called Liselotte Pulver.

Later I found out that a lot of people narrated this tale about a boy and his wolf and many other animals like David Bowie, Sting, Alice Cooper or Klingon musician Campino and a Klingon comedian, humorist, cartoonist, film director, actor and writer who named himself after a yellow and black bird which is the French term for the bird oriole depicted as a crest in the coat of arms of his noble family.  And musician Sting used tunes from Prokofiev's Lieutenant Kijé suite for his song Russians from his first solo album The Dream Of The Blue Turtles. So I wanted to dive deeper into and discover the classical works of this Russian fellow.

»Boring!« the llama interrupts my stream of consciousness. »Did you recognize that this Proko-guy on the cover of the first cd with the first Symphony looks like Michael Myers, the killer in the Halloween movies when he is wearing his bleached William Shatner mask?«

»William Shatner played a killer in one of the Halloween movies? « asked the badger, today's candidate for my next animal companion.

»No, no, no,« the llama answers, »not hat I know of. They just took a rubber mask of Captain Kirk, painted it white and gave it to the baby-sitter-hunting psychopath that made Jamie Lee Curtis scream and a scream queen for the next centuries. But I cannot rule out that William Shatner played Mike Myers while he was playing his characters in the Wayne's World and Austin Powers movies.«

»Wait a minute,« I am addressing the badger, »Didn't we already have a companion interview in July this year?«

»No, no,no,« the badger answers, »that wasn't me. That was my cousin Honey, Honey Badger.«

»What are you doing, dude?« the llama-animal is asking me. »Are you serious? I know it was Halloween and stuff on Friday. But why are you trying to scare me with Russian composers wearing Halloween masks on cheapy compact disc covers?«

Serious?, I ask myself. How serious can you get while talking to badgers and llamas on an early Sunday morning?

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Today is Sunday, the 2nd of November, 2025.