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