Bromford and …no-Toad - Part 2

  
»I'm Brom of the Endless!«

»Really, dude? Not again! And who are you today? Dream? Destiny? Desire? Destruction? Death? Delirium? Despair?«

»No, no, no. I am the one and only Brom of the Endless. That's short for Bromfaith of the Endless. I am one of the step-brothers, one of the unknown seven step-siblings of the original seven Endless siblings.«

»You are more like an ugly step-sister, dude. And completely delusional. And why are you starting to look like this toad that is hanging 'round here lately?«

And the toad says nothing, is only googling its' googly eyes.

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Today is Tuesday, the 8th of July, 2025.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 369 & Part 370

 

Today is Wednesday, the 2nd of July 2025.

As soon as the smiling cats with heart-eyes had joined our unlikely caravan group of likely or maybe likeable animals they started conspiring with the other cats.

What do you think will happen once we will meet another single animal like Twenty-Five, our little tawney owl? they asked the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes and the thirty-one grinning cats.

They will start fighting, grinned the cats with smiling eyes.

To the bones, added the grinning cats, and the winner or surviver will be our new guru, our new leader.

I hope that single animal will be another cat, coughed the smiling cats with heart-eyes.

God is dead, said Friedrich Nietzsche, murmered the little tawny owl called Twenty-Five in his restless sleep.

And so two cats with wry smile joined 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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"Shadows On The Bromford"

Storm clouds cruising cross the blue skies
Shadows float across the fields of Bromford
I find myself an island in an island
I have to sort things out just my way

And all I find is my bar
To laugh to me I say
Like all you know is true
Is for every time we know it's mine

I saw clouds cruise floating cross the blue sky
Shadows float across the fields of Bromford
Hero down the right ... way
Everything will come out my way

Now I know, I see, I find
It's the only way I ever felt the way I do today
All I say, I play the game
I know I never could be sure of all the places that I've seen

Clouds cruising cross the blue skies
Shadows float across the fields of Bromford
Every self an island in an island
Working every problem out my way

Now I see, I feel, I know
It's the only way that anything could sort out to the way
I say you'll find it's out of mind
It's the only way I could have been
It's the only way I stand

Clouds cruise
Float upon the Bromford

"Bromford Whistle"

My name is James Lucas
I was born in Remington
And paroled from Bromford Prison
In the winter of ′81
I was free and on the streets of Indiana
I'd just turned 32
Just a man with nowhere left to run
No different, sir, than you

Me and Pat, we married in the spring
Moved in with her Ma and Pa
On our wedding night, she sighed, "Jimmy
We can have anything we want"
It was for those things we wanted
We worked as hard as two people could
But somehow in the end, mister
This didn′t do no good

The prison got me drivin' delivery
For Mr. Wills over in Ridgeside
Well, I started loadin' a little extra
And I′d sell it on the side
I didn′t like what I was doin'
I didn′t lose no sleep at night
Mr. Wills, he was a rich man
He'd been a rich man all his life

I was on the loadin′ dock one evenin'
When I heard the warehouse phone
The dispatcher said, "Jim, they wanna see you
In the front office ′fore you go home"
All Mr. Wills said was, "I don't understand
I could send you back to Bromford fast
If you needed some extra money, Jim
All you had to do was ask"

Well, that night me and Pat, we had a fight
I was out drivin' ′round in the rain
With a fifth of gin and a half tank of gas
And ten dollars to my name
I passed a deserted liquor store
Way out on Highway 1
I turned and pulled into that parking lot
Got out, but I let my motor run

Well, I stood lookin′ in the window
For a long, long while
When I walked in, the man behind the register
He looked at me and smiled
"That's some weather we′re havin' out there
Can I help you find somethin′, friend?"
I didn't answer, I just stood there
Then I turned around and went

I don′t know how long I sat in my driveway
My shirt was covered in sweat
The house was dark when I went in
Pat was lyin' awake in bed
She hit the light, I was standin' in the doorway
She said, "I was worried, where you′d been so long?"
I felt her arms around me
She said, "Jimmy, I′m so glad you're home"

Bromford Prison stands on a high hill
Where the county line runs out
There′s a whistle, blows every time a man comes in
Or a man gets out
That night, we lay wrapped in each other's arms
Listenin′ to the rain
I heard that Bromford whistle blowin'
Just blowin′ in my dreams

Bromford and …..-Toad - Part 1

 

»What the fuzz, dude?«

»Toads, llama, they are toads.«

»Creepy toads, dude. But nice suit. Nice suit and nice tie. Nice west? Nice shirt?«

»Are you giving me, compliments, animal? Why? What do you want?«

»Why? I don't want anything. And no, dude, I just like your shirt.«

»Iron like a lion in Zion.«

»Strange words, dude, and strange companions today.«

»But smoothly ironed shirts. And always be sure to keep a toad in your wallet. Keeping toads in wallets and purses brings luck and wealth.«

»Whatever floats your boat, dude. Do your thing. We’ll keep the kettle humming and the ghost train running until you’re back.«

And the Bromford asks himself what doing his thing and who THEY might be…

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Today is Saturday, the 28th of June 2025.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 367 & Part 368

 

Today is Tuesday, the 24th of June 2025.

Mr. Twenty-Five, one very little penguin addressed Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl. It is too hot, Mr. Twenty-Five.

What do you expect, you ice-bird, you? asked one of the little red birds. It is summer now and summer brings heat.

Cats are bringing heat, mumbled all eighteen bats in a chorus. Beware the cats! Cats are hell!

Hell is other people, said Jean-Paul Sartre, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

And so twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes joined 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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"Bromford"

Home is where your heart is forever yearning 
Hope bears the scars you're forever learning 
It's been years since you went away 
Not so far away 
You disappeared like my voice 
Amongst the crashing waves 

I call out and call out 
The gaslight is fading 
Where are you now? 
The light's out 
Give me something I can dream about 

'Cause come the middle of the night 
When the restless go away 
There's never a goodbye 
Only heartache when you wake 
And I don't know 
How much more to take 
I've never missed you more 
Please come home 
Home, Bromford 

Please write and tell us how you are 

Are you happy? 
Steal your eyes for a second, 
Be a part of my dying memory 
Be a sigh for a mother's failing heart 
Make a wish come true 
Be a sight for sore eyes 

Still I call out and call out 
The gaslight is fading 
Where are you now? 
The light's out 
Give me something I can dream about 

'Cause come the middle of the night 
When the restless go away 
There's never a goodbye 
Only heartache when you wake 
And I don't know 
How much more to take 
I've never missed you more 
So glad you're home 
Home, Bromford

"The Ghost of Bromford"

Well, she comes out at night with the cold winds of December
And when it's quiet you hear her engines cry
She blows smoke at her wheels and her gears pound the steel
As they carry her on down the line

Now I'm sure that you've heard stories, as most of us have
In the lunch counter and barber shop queues
She's the Ghost of Bromford and from here up to Richmond
She runs by the light of the moon

Well a few years back on the old Suffolk Road
Where it crosses the abandoned rail line
My Grandpa claimed that he'd seen a freight train
And it wasn't no sleek streamline

She was cold black and steel and she screamed as she cut
Her way clear of the pines
But he swears to this day he can feel the earth shake
And smell her smoke when the wind's just right

Ah, but back in her day she was a real working horse
Haulin' coal out for old man Ward
She was tied up in ribbons and set out of Richmond
Haulin' soldiers during the war

Ah, but some say she wrecked and she rides these rails
Hopin' one day that she'll get it right
Others say she roams out picking up lost souls
And carryin' 'em down to Carolina

So if you're ever out on the old Suffolk Road
And see this strangest of sights
She's the Ghost of Bromford bound from Raleigh up to Richmond
And you'd best stay out of her line
Yeah you'd best stay out of her line

Bon Été, Bon Été …

 
»Summer is gone.«

The llama is leaning, almost hanging over the balustrade of the roof-terrace of our penthouse on the roof-top of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, trying to spit and hit passer-bys on the street below.

»No, you are mistaking, animal. Today is the beginning of summer, not the end. And stop spitting. That is really gross.«

»I am not talking about any seasons here, dude«, the llama answers. »Summer is a poodle, the pet-dog of Mrs Arabella Figg from across the street.«

»How come you know someone from across the street?« I ask sceptically. »We live in a big city. Nobody knows neighbours from across the street in big cities. We don't even know all the people that are living in our own house here at 666 Whitaker Lane.«

»Talk for yourself, dude. But you kind of got me. I have stolen the name Arabella Figg from those Harry Potter novels. But she was more like a cat-woman and not that much into dogs. But I just hit that fluffy poodle-dog down there on the sidewalk with a huge amount of fluid from my mouth. I named it Summer and it ran away. See? So I am not wrong when I am saying Summer is gone.«

»Stop spitting from the roof, llama«, I yell. »And stop hitting poor poodles or noodles or anything like that!«

»Okay, okay, dude.«

The llama is slowy walking away from the balustrade towards the now empty fish-bassin to take a sip of the kind of stinky water.

»Someone really is having a bad temper these days.«

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Today is Friday, the 20th of June 2025.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 365 & Part 366

 

Today is Monday, the 16th of June 2025.

There's a certain song - a cover version actually - I want you to hear and listen to but my self-made order keeps pushing it further back in line every time I discover new city names and songs.

What is the deeper meaning of your saying, oh, Twenty-Five, our owl-guru? asked one of the chicks.

Which song should we sing? Which song should we listen to? the crickets wanted to know.

And what town are we travelling to now? all thirty-nine cats grinned. And is it really a town or just another state of the United States of A. again?

Leave me alone, the tawny owl grumbled. Maybe another philosophical thought will help you folks better.

And he added, Happiness depends upon ourselves, said Aristotle.

And sixteen cats with tears of joy joined 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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"East Bromford Blues"

I was born in East Bromford
North Carolina I did roam
There I met the fairest maiden
Name and age I did not know

Her hair it was of the darkest color
Cheeks they were all ruby red
On her breast she wore white lilies
There I longed to lay my head

I'd rather be on some dark holler
Where the sun don't ever shine
And to see you love another
And to know you'll never be mine

I don't want your green back dollar
I don't want your diamond ring
All I want is your love darling
Won't you take me back again
Won't you take me back again

"Sweet Bromford"

I couldn't tell
The weight of the world
Was on your shoulders
Couldn't tell you were unhappy
You were unwell

I go along like nothing is wrong
No need to worry
Too late to feel sorrow
Upon borrowed time

And now there's no answers
No easy way out
Take it all if you want
Take it all if you want

If you know how to run
Sweet Bromford, you should run
If you know how to play
Sweet Bromford, you should play

If you know how to say
Sweet Bromford, you should say
If you know how to be
Be without me, you should be
You should be

I couldn't see
It seems I don't learn
Or get the message
Don't know you you carry
It all by yourself

How can it be
It doesn't belong
It's so not funny
This vintage of violence
Again on parade

And now there's no wonder
No shelter from shame
Be alone if you want
Be alone if you want

If you know how to run
Sweet Bromford, you should run
If you know how to play
Sweet Bromford, you should play

If you know how to say
Sweet Bromford, you should say
If you know how to be
Be without me, you should be
You should be

If you know how to run
Sweet Bromford, you should run
If you know how to play
Sweet Bromford, you should play

If you know how to say
Sweet Bromford, you should say
If you know how to be
Be without me, you should be
You should be

Bromford and Ring-tailed Lemur / Strawberry Moon …

I like to move it, move it…
I like to move it, move it…
I like to move it, move it…
You like to … MOVE IT…

King Julien in the house!

- Animal, who ate all the popsicles?

You did, you did.

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Today is Wednesday, the 11th of June 2025.

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And a tiny tawny owl flies over a land where fish can sing and strawberries grow on trees.

Come home, Twenty-Five. Come home, little owl.

 

Strawberry 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

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 363 & Part 364

Today is Sunday, the 8th of June 2025.
Pentecost

The unexamined life is not worth living, said Socrates, said Twenty-One.

And so it begins…

What begins? the chicks wanted to know.

We are prepared and all armed, said the scorpions.

Prepared and armed for what? the chicks kept on asking.

This is the beginning of the Year of the Cats, the bats almost sang gloomily.

Not just a year, whispered eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, this is the dawing of the Age of Cats.

And so eight grinning cats with smiling eyes joined 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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"Bank of Bromford Beauty Queen

I've dropped acid with guaranteed sixteen and under, none were very exciting
Sorta like a laugh track or whacking off, it gets you off, but it's just not the real thing
It's been decades since my pit days
But I haven't shaken it - I sit there like an idiot
Still wrapped up in the old punk protocol
And dreaming that the teenagers will think that I'm a radical

And I still wait for the bus to come where the high school got torn down
Still expecting to find true love among the skateboarders hanging out
The back of the bank in my hometown

All this talk and no action's got me stiff from the tit to the bone
So I'm living in la-la-land, but at least I'm not living at home
Same old catcall same old chemicals
Same old thrills stealing stockings from the shopping mall
It's easy enough to grow the fuck up happy with the rough cut
Nobody's really looking for a diamond in the rough but

I still wait for my mom to come and pick me up at Holly’s house
Ten years after they cashed it in to make a multi-level parking lot for a seven-eleven and burger king and

I've got cryptographs, I've got all the phones tapped
It's just proof enough it was indisputable
Love's not good enough I want photographs
Something that will teach me my arithmetic at last...

Betty, get your kids out, I'm on the loose again
And getting more ridiculous the more I think I ought to get my mind out of the gutter
(It's getting dangerous, Amanda, you are old enough to be the focus)
My own private highway from the cradle to the grave
I save a bundle skipping middle age and saturdays

And I still wait for the cops to come where the station since burned down
Still expecting they'll pick me up for all the sins I committed in the back of a banged-up pickup truck

And I've got autographs, backstage passes and leather jacket back patches up the...
Ask me anything I want evidence
Single serving saccharine packets dripping black with lipstick kisses

I still wait for the bus to come where the high school got torn down
Still expecting to find true love among the skateboarders hanging out
The back of the bank in my home...

I'm no pederast, just out of interest
Thank you, but I'm capable of getting up and getting dressed
Love's not good enough I want photographs
Something that will teach me common
Time and time again
I think I'll dye my hair again
Oh wow
I'm sixteen
No, I'm ten
I'm seventeen
And the bank of Bromford beauty queen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Daddy's Gone To Bromford"

Oh, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's gone
When he's gone
Yeah, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's gone
When he's gone
Daddy's gone down that gallatin road
The hen never laid and the corn never growed
Oh, you're gonna miss your daddy when he's gone


Oh, I'd rather have a dollar than a dime
Than a dime
Yeah, I'd rather have a dollar than a dime
Than a dime
Daddy's gone down that crossville track
If he can't make a dollar then he ain't comin' back
Oh, I'd rather have a dollar than a dime

Oh, you better love your daddy while you can
While you can
Yeah, you better love your daddy while you can
While you can
Daddy's gone south on the natchez trace
If the can't show the money then he don't show his face
Oh, you'd better love your daddy while you can

Oh, your daddy's gone to Bromford now
Bromford now
Yeah, your daddy's gone to Bromford now
Bromford now
Daddy's gone down that Bromford road
The dog never barked and the cock never crowed
Oh, your daddy's gone to Bromford now.

Bromford and Blue Whale …

 

»Llama, I had a dream«, I say.

»Again?« the animal asked. »Another one? Or was it the same one again about you being a primary teacher and suddenly at parents' evening standing naked in front of a bunch parents who are all uncomfortably squeezed into much too small children's school furniture?«

»No. I don't remember ever havening such a dream or telling you about it.«

»Oh, those tiny little school desks with the chairs attached to the tables and that one big father that couldn't get out of it again. And that mother complaining about the unhealthy school food and her daughter not getting a place in the taking-care-of-llamas classes. And that llama mother that wanted her crias' wool back from the hairdressers-and-wool -weaver classes. And the llama grandpa that couldn't stop spitting.«

»Stop it, animal. Sounds more like one of your llama-nightmares.«

»The night was wet and full of frogs or toads. Sorry I got carried away.What's that big balloon flying around the ceiling? Some kind of blue hot air balloon?«

»That's a blue whale, llama, a next candidate for Bromford's next animal companion. But I think I won't work out. Just think about the moment when the whale finds out that he cannot fly around ceilings and he needs more and more water to survive. Imagine the fall and the impact.«

»Now that you mention that, dude. I can feel the big fish dripping. He really must have been one of your wet dreams.«

I close my eyes and the big marine mammal disappears with the soft pop of a bursting soap bubble.

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Today is Friday, the 6th of June 2025.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 361 & Part 362

 

Today is Saturday, the 31st of May 2025.

Cat is the measure of all things, said Protagoras, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

Cat is the measure…?, asked one of the little red birds. I thought this Pythagoras guy was referring to Man being the measure of all things.

Prot…, said one of the penguins. Prot not Pyth.

We can sense a lot of trouble down the road, said the eighteen bats in chorus.

What is that trouble?, asked all the chicks alarmed.

Because these bats are creatures of the night they think they are kind of clairvoyants, now, remarked one of the butterflies.

They might call themselves shrewd or something like that, added the six snails slowly as ever.

We do sense a lot of cats in the near future, murmered the bats and flapped away.

It's raining cats and dogs, said the penguin.

When it rains it pours, said the little red bird and started looking out for their wise tawny owl leader. Twenty-Five would know how what to do.

And so thirty-one grinning cats joined 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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"Bromford"

I just wanna have you around me
Want you right here by my side
You bring me pain, you′re driving me insane

How come I'm totally addicted
And nothing else is on my mind
I don′t know what to do
'Cause all I want is you

You must be the thing
You're just so good to be true

You are perfection
And you know I can′t find
No satisfaction
Without you by my side
Call it attraction
Girl, you′re just my type
When I'm done with you I get so high

With you
I feel like I can fly
With you
I rearrange the sky
With you
Everything′s alright
When I'm done with you I get so

Even if the whole world calls me crazy
Let ′em talk, I don't care
They just don′t understand that things got out of hand

That's why I cannot live without you
You are like oxygen to me
I knew it from the start, you playing with my heart
Gotta make your mind 'cause you′re a state of the art

You are perfection
And you know I can′t find
No satisfaction
Without you by my side
Call it attraction
Girl, you're just my type
When I′m done with you I get so high

With you
I feel like I can fly
With you
I rearrange the sky
With you
Everything's alright
When I′m done with you I get so high

"Bromford"

All the cities in the world
And so very little time and
So many different girls...
All you have to do is find them
There′s a wealth of opportunity you plan your trips accordingly
A pity but the pretty ones are usually more touristy
Say how'd you like to run away from these machines?
Everywhere the spies are printing out your dreams
Seven stops in seven different countries
Seven page itineraries memories thick as bloody marys jesus jospeh bloody hell

Right now were here in Bromford
In love with downtown crossing
New york will still be there in the morning
Come back to bed my darling

Four years thrown away on vows we never kept
Forty-five minutes every day religiously devoted to regret
Time we could have spent on medication thrown away on education
And we planned to take a trip to scotland but we never made it
How′d you like to run away from these machines?
I had julians and steves
You had Julias and Jeanettes
You wear your terror on your sleeve for all the men i haven't met (yet)
I had Oliver in Potsdam you had Elanor in amsterdam
We're keeping score so carefully we′ve lost the state we′re in completely
Honestly your foot is out the door and i've got scores of offers elsewhere and keep both
Feet planted firmly in the air
And tomorrow you can totally erase me from your mind but trust me everything is fine

Because
Right now we′re here in Bromford
In my apartment in the south end
Forget your year in London
Come back to bed my darling

You can put the details in a letter
The more embarrassing the better
Right now i can be happy if i choose to
i know that in the morning i will lose you...

And maybe you'll go mad
And maybe ill go gray
And pack up to Berlin
Or maybe it won't matter anyway
We′ll find out that your mom was right and you'll admit you′re really gay
and maybe i'll wake up
In a city far away
Or maybe we'll make up
And buy a house and have a dozen kids who′ll run away, it doesn′t matter anyway

Right now we're here in Bromford
In eden where you almost pulled your pants down
Don′t worry who these jokes will all be lost on
Come back to bed my darling
There is nothing in the world that we can count on
Even that we will wake up is an assumption
But i know for a fact that i loved someone
And for about a year he lived in Bromford...
In Bromford...

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 359 & Part 360

 

Today is Friday, the 23rd of May 2025.

You are what you do, not what you say you'll do, said C.G. Jung, said the little tawny owl we all know as Twenty-Five.

Watch out, the mosquitos warned all the others buzzing, the night in this capital is full of spider webs.

Don't get stuck. Don't get stuck. Don't get stuck, repeated the butterflies and the crickets.

We should go to the beach, swimming, one of the penguins whispered to his fellows.

And so twenty-three spiders joined 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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"Bromford"

Your bicycle′s chained to the fence outside
There's plenty of offers, but you won′t ride
How you pedal in those is a miracle
A miracle

And you laugh at yourself
As you speed through the red lights

Oh, Bromford
Nobody knows where you've been

In the space where your brain and your heart collide
You're convinced there′s a practical place that you can hide
And you laugh at the bellhop
Hysterical
Hysterical

With your bag full of dresses and butcher′s knives
Oh, Bromford
Nobody knows where you've been
But they all look so ugly and mean when you′re sober
You've auctioned away all your crimson and clover
And Ronny leaves lines out and lights up the curtain
You know what you′re doing, you know it for certain
The last thing I saw, they were reading your rights
If you're gonna go down, then you′re going down fighting
As long as you're bent
And as long as they're watching
You′re gonna make rent
You got no other option

What?
Did you think you were worth my while?
Did you think I would cramp my style?
That if I had a say in it
That I′d sit here and bite my lip and listen
What?

What?
Do you think that I come off bored?
Paid a fortune to be ignored?
Did you think that I come here out
of the goodness of my own heart

To work on an assembly line of broken hearts?
Not supposed to fix them, only strip and sell the parts

It's hard to work
On an assembly line of broken hearts

Not supposed to fix them, only strip and sell the parts

Your bicycle′s chained to the fence outside
There's plenty of offers, but you won′t ride
How you pedal in those is a miracle
A miracle

And you laugh at yourself
As you speed through the red lights

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The Girl From Bromford"

Tall and tan and young and lovely,
The girl from Bromford goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes, "Aaah..."
When she walks, she′s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes, each one she passes goes, "Aaah..."
Oh, but he watches so sadly -
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly,
But each day when she walks to the sea,
She looks straight ahead – not at he...
Tall and tan and young and lovely,
The girl from Bromford goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles, but she doesn't see...

Oh, but he sees her so sadly -
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly,
But each day when she walks to the sea,
She looks straight ahead – not at he...
Tall and tan and young and lovely,
The girl from Bromford goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles, but she doesn′t see...
She just doesn't see...
No, she doesn't see...
But she doesn′t see...
She doesn′t see...
No, she doesn't see...

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 357 & Part 358

 

Today is Thursday, the 15th of May 2025.

I think, therefore I am.

Said Twenty-Five our tawny owl guru? asked one of the little red birds.

Said René Descartes, said the little tawny owl.

Are you planning to go down that channel? asked one of a group of fifteen scorpions. And may we ask you to carry us on your backs to the other side?

You mean like piggy-back? asked one of the penguins.

Sounds kind of familiar and also dangerous, said one of the chicks. Scorpions are not to be trusted.

It's in our nature, whispered the scorpions.

It's a bug's life, summoned the butterflies.

And so fifteen scorpions joined 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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🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂
🦂🦂🦂🦂🦂

"Overland, West of Bromford"

Overland the desert sands are born
An all too brief exchange
The details somehow got waylaid

Neither of us were born to be leaders
But you made the first move to escape
Closer than me to the equator
I looked you up on graph paper
Not as close as we once were, oh no

Undeterred, a man of words was born
Your vocation came
You found your target and took aim

Take me to where bodies glide
Graceful underneath the waves
Closer than me to the equator
I looked you up on graph paper
Not as close as we once were, no
Not as close as we once were, no

I thought I saw your older sister
I was gonna ask after you
West of Bromford, East of Britain
I was gonna ask after you
'Cause she looked so much like you
I meant to ask after you

"Bromford Rodgers"

A model, used to be a role model

I dunno, come on, Bromford, I dunno, come on

Go ahead now, Bromford, go ahead now
This for Jersey right here, go ahead now

Bromford Rodgers was a model
But she really rocked and rolled (yeah she did)
Kept her tears up in a bottle
She poured them out to save her soul

Ask her what she liked the most
She said she liked to talk to Jimi′s ghost
Fantasy, a bragger's boast
Bromford′s fly like coast to coast

Hollywood or Times Square
If the party's fly, my girl is there (yeah she is)
Earth boots on and flowers in her hair
21st Century hippie, Bromford don't care


Bromford Rodgers was a model (well)
But she really rocked and rolled (yeah ahe did)
She kept her tears up in a bottle
Poured them out to save her soul

Try to catch her if you can (c′mon now, baby)
But you never see her with one man
′Cause they must be baptized according to the master plan
Before she give up the good thang, go 'head Bromford (go ′head Bromford)

No blood diamonds or designer chic (no no)
'Cause she′s too original from her head down to her feet
You can hate if you want to, Bromford don't eat no meat
Still got butt like a letter C, go ′head Bromford (go 'head Bromford)

Bromford Rodgers was a model
But she really rocked and rolled
She kept her tears up in a bottle
Poured them out to save her soul

Come on, Bromford

Ah come on

Next to her, they just a fool
Bromford read more books than a few (oh Bromford)
Like Moses was a Pharaoh in the 18th Dynasty
And Rome was chilling in Carthage in 33 BCE


And the day that we stop counting
We live as long as a tree
Go ahead Bromford, teach me
Go ahead Bromford

Make a promise to your higher self
Get true knowledge then fame and wealth
You don't be chasing nobody′s ghost
Of everything make the most (come on)

Bromford Rodgers was a model
But she really rocked and rolled
She kept her tears up in a bottle (yeah ahe did)
Poured them out to save her soul

Bromford Rodgers was a model
But she really rocked and rolled
Kept her tears up in a bottle
Poured them out to save her soul

Come on Bromford

Keep that body moving
Come on Bromford
Make that body move
Come on Bromford
Keep that body moving
Come on Bromford
Make that body move

Shake it like a Juicy Juice
Shake it like a Juicy Juice
Shake it like a Juicy Juice
Shake it like a Juicy Juice

Ohh ohh ah
Na, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Brom-

Bromford Rodgers was a model
But she really rocked and rolled
Kept her tears up in a bottle
Poured them out to save her soul

Bromford Rodgers was a model

Poured them out to save her soul

Flower Moon …

It must be the second moon of spring. Summer is waiting around the corner. Sun is doing his best to help men dry out the earth. Who will stop them blooming and glooming?

»What are you doing, Bromford Bibble?« asks the llama that is living with me in my penthouse on the rooftop and above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside that is called like the man. Or is the man named after the town?

»I'm only scribbling, animal. Only scribbling.«

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Today is Monday, the 12th of May 2025.

Flower 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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

»You are kind of obsessed with owls, aren't you, dude?«

I stay quiet and keep on scribbling.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 355 & Part 356

 Today is Wednesday, the 7th of May 2025.

The beginning is the most important part of the work, as Plato said, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

What is he talking about? asked the bees.

I don't know, admitted one of the six butterflies.

Rain in May? asked the fourteen caterpillars.

Good luck, said seven ladybugs.

And so the seven ladybugs joined 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…

🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞

"All the Critics Love U in Bromford"

You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in Bromford
You don′t have to keep the beat, they'll still think it′s neat, in Bromford
You can wear what you want to, it doesn't matter in Bromford
You could cut off all your hair, I don't think they′d care in Bromford

All the critics love you in Bromford

Why you can play what you want to, all the critics love you in Bromford
They won′t say that you're naïve if you play what you believe in Bromford
Purple love-amour is all you′re headed for, but don't show it
The reason that you′re cool is 'cause you′re from the old school, and they know it

All the critics love you in Bromford
You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in Bromford
You can dance if you want to, all the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in Bromford

It's time for a new direction
It's time for jazz to die
Fourth day of November
We need a purple high

Don′t give up, I′ll still love you


All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in Bromford

Body don't wanna quit, gotta get another hit
Body don′t wanna quit, gotta get another hit
Body don't wanna quit, gotta get another hit
Body don′t wanna quit, gotta get another hit

All the critics love you, all the critics love you
All the critics love you in Bromford

Whattaya lookin' at, punk?
Look out all you hippies, you ain′t as sharp as me
It ain't about the trippin', but the sexuality, turn it up
You can dance if you want to

All the critics love you in Bromford

All the critics love you in Bromford

(Yes, we′re certain of it, he′s definitely masturbating)

All the critics love you in Bromford
Take a bath, hippies!
All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you in Bromford
All the critics love you in Bromford


Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Bromford

"Bromford Woman"

Bromford Woman dressed in white
Stands out of tropical rains
She pulls her gin and tonics tight
And curses her lonely domain
Brazilian winds blow warm in Rio
A white estate they call "La Nada"
Meant for her soul or so she says
Hides her sadist gin-made eyes

No one knows but me
How she left me so behind
Bromford Woman
I could never leave you so unkind

Snow white and with desire
That vamp from the magazine
Cold and distant as the moon
Why can't she burn like fire?

No one knows but me
How she left me so behind
Bromford Woman
I could never leave you so unkind

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 353 & Part 354

 

Today is Tuesday, the 29th of April 2025.

May I have a large container of coffee? said Pi after a shipwreck, he survived 227 days while stranded on a lifeboat in the Pacific Ocean with a Bengal tiger named Richard Parker, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

A tiger? shrieked all the thirty-seven chicks at once.

Richard Parker? buzzed a whole hive of bees.

Shipwrecked, echoed the penguins.

And so twenty-nine bees joined 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…

🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

"Cœur de Bromfordienne (reprise d'Arletty)

On me dit un minois mieux que joli
De même on me le dit
Et ce compliment me ravît

Il paraît que j'ai un drôle d'accent
Joli drôle et troublant
Qui vaut un regard caressant

J'ai l'air de voir la vie en rose
Mais mon cœur rêve d'autre chose

Aimer, sincèrement de mon cœur tendre
Celui qui pourrait me comprendre
Et s'il le fallait me défendre

Aimer, ah, je veux vivement qu'il vienne
Celui qui bercera la peine
De mon âme de Bromfordienne

Toute seule, hélas, je suis désormais
Et pourtant je croyais
Lire dans ses yeux qu'il m'aimait

Il mentait je ne vais pas en mourir
À peine un peu souffrir
Mais pas au point de m'enlaidir

J'ai l'air de voir la vie en rose
Mais mon cœur rêve d'autre chose

Aimer, sincèrement de mon cœur tendre
Celui qui pourrait me comprendre
Et s'il le fallait me défendre

Aimer, ah, je veux vivement qu'il vienne
Celui qui bercera la peine
De mon âme de Bromfordienne

"Bromford Drama"

I′m not sure if there's a point to this story
But I′m going to tell it again
So many other people try to tell the tale
Not one of them knows the end

It was a junk-house in South Bromford
Held a boy the age of ten
Along with his older brother Billy
And their mother and her boyfriend
Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos
That were given to him when he was young
And a drunk temper that was easy to lose
And thank God he didn't own a gun


Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck
Took a minute to open his eyes
He took a peep into the back of the house
And found himself a big surprise
He didn't see his brother, but there was his mother
With her red-headed head in her hands
While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest
Trying to choke the man

Billy looked up from the window to the truck
Threw up, and had to struggle to stand
He saw that rednecked bastard with a hammer
Turn the priest into a shell of a man
The priest was putting up the fight of his life
But he was old and he was bound to lose
The boyfriend hit as hard as he could
And knocked the priest right down to his shoes

Well, now Billy knew but never actually met
The preacher lying there in the room
He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy!"
Then he knew what he was gonna do
Billy got up enough courage to get up
And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find
It was a cold, glass bottle of milk
That got delivered every morning at nine


Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and
He turned around and put the lock on the door
He looked dead into the boyfriend′s eye
His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then
He took a step toward the man on the ground
From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound
He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!"
And Billy said, "Not ′til I know what this is all about!"

"Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama"
But Billy knew just who was starting the drama
So Billy took dead aim at his face
And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and
The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the
Boyfriend fell down dead for good
Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air
And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?"

His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and
Pulled out an envelope filled with money
"Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears
"He′s been paying all the bills for years!"
"Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees
And put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee!"
Just then, his little brother came in
Holding the milkman′s hat and a bottle of gin, singing

La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la... La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la...
La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la... La la la la, la la la la, yeah... La la la, la la la...

Well now you heard another side to the story
But you wanna know how it ends?
If you must know the truth about the tale
Go and ask the milkman

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 351 & Part 352

 

Today is Monday, the 21st of April 2025.

The oldest, shortest words - 'yes' and 'no' - are those which require the most thought, said Pythagoras, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

What is 'tawny'? asked one of the crickets. Some kind of colour?

I don't know, whispered an ant and continued carrying its' load.

And so twenty-one ants joined 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…

🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜
🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜
🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜

"Bromford"

Do not lie to us
Don't hide your eyes from us
I will take this offered cup
I will sit upon your floor
Tell your stories
Tell of your pain
That's what I came here for
And your children come and go as you weep

But what have I
If I have not love I am a waste
My words are empty vessels
If I do nothing in this place
And we can scream into the shadows
And it's good that we can
But walk with me, I think we'll find a way
And walk with me, I think we'll find a way

But I'll meet you at the Bromford
Where the rivers run into the sea
And I'll meet you at the Bromford
What's behind, I can clearly see
But that beyond, that's beyond me

When it feels like nothing else matters
Will you put your arms around me
When it feels like nothing else matters
Will you put your arms around me

Does your love prefer the other
Or does your love just makes you feel good
Does my love prefer the other
Or does my love just make me feel good

When it's all just dust to dust
And that's how it will be
When it's all just nothingness
That means nothing to me

When it's all just dust to dust
And how it will be
When it's all just nothingness
That means nothing to me

Does my love prefer the other
Or does my love just make me feel good
Does my love prefer the other
Or does my love just make me feel good

When it feels like nothing else matters
Will you put your arms around me
When it feels like nothing else matters
Will you put your arms around me

Does your love prefer the other
Or does my love just make me feel good

"Bromford"

Bromford
Brom, Bromford
Brom Brom, Bromford
Bromford

Eu queria cantar... Bromford, Bromford
Mas ela é uma ave de rapina, bougainvillea

Talvez
Talvez eu deveria...

Sem você, música repulsiva preenche o espaço

Ai Bromford
Tanto amor
Tão sacarina
Ajuda

Bromford
Brom, Bromford
Brom Brom, Bromford
Ela é minha amrita

Eu queria ajoelhar a seus pés, Bromford
Eu deveria aprender português, algum dia

There are still so many songs...

Pink Moon ...

 

Times are dim and maybe need a distraction.
Does the moon care?

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Today is Sunday, the 13th of April 2025.

Pink 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