Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 515 & Part 516

Today is Friday, the 6th of November 2026.

Let go, folks, Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl shouted out to his caravan-crew. I have got the feeling we don't have much time. End of year is coming near and nearer, so I want you to remember what Joseph Campbell said.

Who is Joseph Campbell? all the cats whispered. Someone at Campbell Soup Company, Campbell's with the canned soups?

We don't know, the ten leopards admitted, but somebody should ask for the quote, or else the owl would be pissed for the next up-coming days.

We sacrifice ourselves, the tigers said and asked the tawny owl, What did Joseph Campbell say, oh, Twenty-Five, our leader, our guru?

He said, 'We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.' said Twenty-Five and couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had been mocked in one way or the other.

And six goats joined the twenty-nine sheep, the twenty-one rams, the thirteen other pigs, the five more cows, the twenty-seven water buffaloes, the nineteen oxen, the eleven hippopotamuses, the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, 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 United"

We watch you your expert double exes
It’s just like you to paint those whiter fences

It’s so polite it’s so polite it’s offensive it’s offensive
It’s so unright it’s so unright it’s a technical accept it

But who needs love when there’s Law & Order
And who needs love when there’s Southern Comfort
And who needs love at all

We stalk you your expert double exes
We oxidize you in your sleep there’s no exit there’s no exit

You’re on a roll you’re on a roll no one gets it no one gets it
Your honor no your honor can’t you protect us, protect us

But who needs love when there’s Law & Order
And who needs love when there’s Southern Comfort
And who needs love
Ahen the sandwiches are wicked and they know you at the Mac store

Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - I’m so excited
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - the blacks and beat kids
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - I’m getting frightened
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh - someday someday Bromford united

Bugsy Malone came to carry you home and they’re taking you all to the doctor
Burberry vices all sugary spices it’s nice but it’s not what I’m after
Sure, I admire you
Sure, you inspire me but you’ve been not getting back so
I’ll wait at the Sainbury’s countin’ my change making BANK on the upcoming roster

And we’ll stop you your expert double exes
Oh yeah, a big stock holder exxtra cold with 2 X’s
That never talking thing you do is effective it’s effective
Your shoulder’s icy colder-oh than a death wish than a death wish

But who needs love when there’s Law & Order
And who needs love when there’s Dukes of Hazard
And who needs love
When the sandwiches are wicked and they know you at the Mac store

Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - I’m so excited
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - the blacks and beat kids
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - they’re so excited
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - when I think about Bromford uniting
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - I’m getting frightened
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - the blacks, the blacks, the blacks, and beat kids
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - it’s so exciting
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh uh oh - someday, someday, someday, someday, someday, someday

BROMFORD UNITED.

"Miss Bromford"

I got a fearful feather and it starts to glow
I feel it's something but it's not my own
I got to change the pattern cause they patter so loud
Nowadays I really know I've got to go

Good morning Miss Bromford
I feel good but I know your not coming
Good morning Miss Bromford
I feel good but I know your not coming

Hey...

And when my dear starts running I'll be out the door
I fish for hillies in the midnight hour
I start to find myself in the industry
And watch the people that belong to me

Good morning Miss Bromford
I feel good but I know your not coming
Good morning Miss Bromford
I feel good but I know your not coming

Hey and you wait another day for me
You worked so hard
You're waiting for another cub
We gonna end are nights togehter
We gonna make what noone ever

And if you jump from the queens bridge you're alright
2 lonely hearts just to slow to beat all time
And if the peer is gonna drag you up
Like holy Bromford on the nightmare cup

We gonna end our nights together
We gonna make what noone ever

I got a fearful feather and it starts to glow
Good Morning Miss Bromford
I feel it's something but it's not my own
Good Morning Miss Bromford
I got to change the pattern cause they patter so loud
Good Morning Miss Bromford
Nowadays I really know I've got to go
Good morning, La Belle and me...

Nevermore ... Part 2

Every Day is a good Day for Edgar Allan Poe...


Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven
[First published in 1845]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Sunday, the 1st of November 2026.
All Hallows' Day

 

Halloween … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 513 & Part 514

 

Today is Saturday, the 31st of October 2026.
Halloween

I hear the whispering and wailing of the souls.
Did you ever ask youselves?
Are Angels GHOSTS and GHOSTS angels?
Be careful tonigt.
Don't follow the pale lights.

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"Cemeteries Of Bromford"

At night they would go walking
'Til the breaking of the day
The morning is for sleeping
Through the dark streets they go searching
To see God in their own way
Save the night time for your weeping
Your weeping

Singing la, la, la, la, la, la
And the night over Bromford lay

So we rode down to the river
Where Victorian GHOSTS pray
For their curses to be broken
We go wandering 'neath the arches
Where the witches are and they say
There are GHOST towns in the ocean
The ocean

Singing la, la, la, la, la, la
And the night over Bromford lay

God is in the houses
And God is in my head
And all the cemeteries of Bromford
I see God come in my garden
But I don't know what He said
For my heart, it wasn't open
Not open

Singing la, la, la, la, la, la
And the night over Bromford lay

Singing la, la, la, la, la, la
There's no light over Bromford today

 

"Santa Bromford"

I don't worry anymore
Nothing like I did before
I don't worry
I just watch them rolling back
I don't worry anymore
'Cause it's all right, all right to see a GHOST
And I wanna see 'em go down in the river where they go
And I wanna see 'em rolling, rolling back
And I wanna see 'em go
'Cause it's all right, all right to see your GHOST

I'm gonna run to the river
Kiss my hand and wait
Gonna run to the river
Gonna throw a blue bouquet
'Cause they're gonna be cool happy genius heroes
I'm gonna miss 'em so much

I will settle in and dream
Of a slow and funny scene
I will settle in and watch 'em rolling back
I will settle in and dream
'Cause it's all right, all right to see a GHOST
And I wanna see 'em go down in the river where they go
And I wanna see 'em rolling, rolling back

I'm gonna run to the river
Kiss my hand and wait
Gonna run to the river
Gonna throw a blue bouquet
'Cause they're gonna be cool happy genius heroes
I'm gonna miss them so much

I'm gonna run to the river
Kiss my hand and wait
Gonna run to the river
Gonna send 'em on their way
'Cause they're gonna be cool happy genius heroes
I'm gonna miss them so much

Yeah, they're gonna be cool happy genius heroes
I'm gonna miss 'em so much

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 511 & Part 512

 

Today is Thursday, the 29th of October 2026.

We have heard them they say, some humans were sheep, the seven wolves grinned. Or disguisted as sheep like the one sheep in wolves' clothing in that horrific wolves-fairy tale The Sheep and the Seven Young Wolves.

What do you want to say? the nineteen hares asked shyly. Do you want to eat humans when they look like sheep? Or are you afraid of sheep and humans, now?

Look who's talking, the wolves acted offended. When you look at us, all you see are the Big Bad Wolves, don't you, bunnies?

Quiet and peace, now, Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl interrupted the discussion. And always remember, it was Andrew Weil who said, 'The notion that a human being should be constantly happy is a uniquely modern, uniquely American, uniquely destructive idea'.

And twenty-nine sheep joined the twenty-one rams, the thirteen other pigs, the five more cows, the twenty-seven water buffaloes, the nineteen oxen, the eleven hippopotamuses, the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, 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"

Midnight loving and the moon
Midnight loving and the ocean
Midnight looking through the window
Midnight waking up the sun

Midnight loving and the moon
Midnight loving in the ocean light
Midnight leaving soon

You can control it
Hope if you're hoping
Know if you're knowing
Growing, keep growing

Midnight loving and the moon
Midnight loving in the ocean
Midnight take me soon
Midnight turning in my room
Midnight loving and the moon
Midnight loving and the moon
Midnight loving and the moon

It's okay to be quiet
To really feel it
Just to sit and listen
Maybe you can hear it
When you get quiet
You can really feel it
It's okay to believe it
It's okay what you're feeling
Hope that you're hoping
Grow if you're growing

Midnight loving and the moon
Midnight loving and the ocean
Midnight looking through the window
Midnight moving in the ocean light

I... hold you there
Midnight loving

"Bromford"

I′ve been in love with love and the idea of
Something binding us together,
You know that love is strong enough,
And I've seen time tell tales of that
Systematic drug, yeah that
Heart that beats as one,
It′s collectively, unconciously composed,
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Well I lost my head in Bromford,
Waiting for the fog to roll out,
But I found it in a raincloud,
It was smilin' down


Do you feel the love?
I feel the love
C'mon, c′mon let′s start it up,
Let it pour out of your soul

I've been in love with love and the idea of,
Something binding us together,
You know that love is strong enough,
And I′ve seen time tell tales about that,
Systematic drug, yeah that heart that beats as one,
It's collectively, unconciously composed

Do you feel the love?
I feel the love,
C′mon, c'mon let′s start it up,
Let it pour out of your soul

Do you feel the love?
I feel the love,
C'mon, c'mon let′s start it up,
Let it pour out of your soul

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Hunter's Moon … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 509 & Part 510

 

Hunter's Moon

I'm so tired of being alone
These penitent walls are all I've known
The songbird calling
Across the water
Outside my silent asylum

Oh, don't leave me on my own
Left me standing all alone

So cut me down to size
So I can fit inside
Lies that will divide
Us both in time

See the turncoat on his knees
The vagabond that no one sees
When that moon stole your shadows
When you can't save the ones you caught in battle

Oh, don't leave me on my own
Left me standing all alone

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Today is Monday, the 26th of October 2026
Hunter's Moon

I'm the Hunter, Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, thought, but there are bigger predators in the forest. And from time to time I could use some Premium Treats from Eeylops Owl Emporium.

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"Dracula From Bromford"

Got no future, great big past
Little bitty guy on the rim of my glass
Gotta meet the plane, so I can get my monkey
Teach him to be cool but a little bit funky
Got no credit, and I got no fear
And I got about a buck so I can buy a beer
Gotta see a doctor 'bout the words I've said
And I gotta get a bike and I gotta paint it red

Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that we'll be together
Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior
You don't have to be there, cause I'm never, never, never comin' home

Three feet deep in a slow motion wreck
I was walkin' the walk and I was talkin' to the best
I was wrinkled and shriveled and steppin' outta line
Playin' the end against the middle and losing every time
I was veinous and heinous and crippled and sad
Thought I was invincible, the baddest of the bad
Then I woke up one morning, and I stepped out of bed
Had to get a bike, had to paint it red

Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that we'll be together
Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior
I know that you'll miss me but I'm never, never, never comin' home

Crazy (I'm crazed, I wanna tell you that I'm crazy) (repeat throughout bridge)
Janice Ian Curtis Mayfield, Leslie Gore Vidal Sassoon
How you think I, How you think I, How you think I'll take it
Said, how you think I'll take it when I hear it on the MOON
Rebel Joe, wigin' Jane. where will he go and where's the brain
Es de noche, enchilada, pinche cabrón dí por nada

Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that we'll be together
Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior
You don't have to be there, cause I'm never, never, never comin' home

Starin' in disbelief out at the gloom, I was forced with remorse to learn the bassoon
I got real good in about six years, started playing out for a couple of beers
Then one day I was playin' at the gig and in walked the monkey with a couple of funky friends
He came right over and said "this is what you'll do, you're gonna get a bike, you're gonna paint it blue."

Oh no, we gotta go, we're not gonna live forever
Why, why, we gotta die? You know that we'll be together
Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior
And I know that you'll miss me but I'm never, never, never comin' home

"Song For Bromford"

Some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a fading thing
Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
See, honey, I saw love. You see, it came to me
It put its face up to my face so I could see
Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
Into something I am not recognizing

See, the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
I will not open myself up this way again
Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand
I will not lay like this for days now upon end
You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
To be acknowledge by some touch from his gnarled hands
You see, the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
I will not open myself up this way again

You see, the MOON is bright in that treetop night
I see the shadows that we cast in the cold, clean light
My feet are gold. My heart is white
And we race out on the desert plains all night
See, honey, I am not some broken thing
I do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee
No my heart is gold. My feet are light
And I am racing out on the desert plains all night

So some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a caging thing
Just a killer come to call from some awful dream
O and all you folks, you come to see
You just stand there in the glass looking at me
But my heart is wild. And my bones are steam
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 507 & Part 508

 

Today is Wednesday, the 21st of October 2026.

Ignore every shout about War,
Drop the stubborn old block of a Stone,
Skip Paradise skies,
And sweet Valentine sighs,
To speak in a breeze of our own!

What is that?, asked the four pandas. Another philosophical quote?

No, only a few words to hide my own ignorance, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl. Here comes the real quote,

'Action may not always bring happiness, but there is no happiness without action', as William James once said.

Is he trying to hide that Valentine is also a city name?, asked some of the chicks the other chicks.

And the other chicks said, Now we are ignoring War and Stone and Paradise, and Valentine is a town in Jeff Davis County, Texas, United States of Trumperica.

And fourteen foxes wondered, Who wants to be our Valentine?

And twenty-one rams joined the thirteen other pigs, the five more cows, the twenty-seven water buffaloes, the nineteen oxen, the eleven hippopotamuses, the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, 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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"Made In Bromford"

My girl is looking like Jane Bond now
My girl is looking like Jane Dean
She wants to be a superhero
And I'm in love with her indeed

She has a russian laser pistol
She fights the aliens from Mars
She works for the secret service
That's why she often meets some stars

She is my girl
Made in Bromford
So take me to the place I long to be
She is the girl
Living in Oklahoma
Why are you so far away from me?

She goes to model competitions
Don't need no dresser of hair
She often leaves me feeling lonely
And keeps me waiting in despair

She is my girl
Made in Bromford
So take me to the place I long to be
She is the girl
Living in Oklahoma
Why are you so far away from me?

(Shake it shake it I need some surfing wax, Baby)

She is my girl
Made in Bromford
So take me to the place I long to be
She is the girl
Living in Oklahoma
Why are you so far away from me?

"Bromford Street"

You asked for me
"Always"
This blasphemy
"Always"

Woke up missing Trina's lighter
Woke up missing Bodhi's laughter
Those early roses, dirty hope is sun
A saint's a sinner with the odd glimmer of fun

Buying slips in the Irish Channel
Broken prince in fluorescent camo

Woke up missing Trina's lighter
Woke up missing Bodhi's laughter
Those early roses, dirty hope is sun
A saint's a sinner with the odd glimmer of fun

(Sun, sun)
Woke up early, bright and horny
(Sun)
Rose early to greet the dawning
Early roses, dirty hope is sun
Early roses, dirty hope is sun

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 505 & Part 506

 Today is Tuesday, the 13th of October 2026.

There was an Owl Festival in the City of Beer last weekend, Twenty-Five said, and all they had for a Grand prize was this hrududu.

We did not know you spoke Lapine, said the nineteen hares.

Spoke what?, asked the tawny owl.

The language of rabbits?, one of the smaller hares whispered.

'Read a lot.' as Susan Sontag said, said the owl. 'Expect something big, something exalting or deepening from a book. No book is worth reading that isn’t worth re-reading.'

And all cats said, WHAAAT?

And thirteen other pigs joined the five more cows, the twenty-seven water buffaloes, the nineteen oxen, the eleven hippopotamuses, the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, 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"

I get high like Bromford
We had it all but what do I know?
I try to push away the sorrow
But today, it′s too late, I try tomorrow
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

I think that you were kind of mean (kind of mean, kind of mean)
You just replaced me in the scene (in the scene, in the scene)
I thought that we were evergreen (evergreen, evergreen)
Like a never-ending dream

Never been on the TV
Scratched me off of your CV
Out of your mind
Out of your mind
Never been so uneasy
Jealousy got me freaky
Out of my mind

So I get high like Bromford
We had it all but what do I know?
I try to push away the sorrow
But today, it's too late, I try tomorrow
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

I′m losing sleep all by myself
I'm wide awake and I just wonder how
You put my heart back on the shelf (back on the shelf)
Well, I'ma be a loner now

Never been on the TV
Scratched me off of your CV
Out of your mind
Out of your mind
Never been so uneasy
Jealousy got me freaky
Out of my mind

So I get high like Bromford
We had it all but what do I know?
I try to push away the sorrow
But today, it′s too late, I try tomorrow
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

Drownin′ in my sofa with my blood shot red eyes (ooh)
Ridin' rollercoaster ′til I see the sunrise

I get high like Bromford (I get high, I get high)
We had it all but what do I know?
I try to push away the sorrow (I get high, I get high)
But today, it's too late, I try tomorrow
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

I get high like Bromford
Bromford (yeah), Bromford (yeah), Bromford
I get high like Bromford
Bromford (yeah), Bromford (yeah), Bromford

"Time On Bromford"

What's behind your eyes makes you a star

I want to take my time on Bromford
And give it meaning
They say you get what you deserve
I know the feeling

Those dumb looks only get you so far
What's behind your eyes makes you a star

I'm gonna walk onto that stage like it's my destiny
Stand and tell the truth, make no apology
If tomorrow I should die, these are my memories
I'm gonna take this simple life and make history

I dream a fantasy
And then achieve it
Repeat the greatest lie
'Til they believe it

You and me, not gods, define us now
You come in screaming, leave in silence

Oh, I'm gonna walk onto that stage like it's my destiny
Stand and tell the truth, make no apology
If tomorrow I should die, these are my memories
I'm gonna take this simple life and make history

Let's fly higher than the mockingbirds
They won't touch us way up here
In the soul asylum of the universe
A man can disappear
Raise a glass to the dysfunctional
It's never ever too late
I feel like miracles are happening
If I could just get out the way

I want to take my time on Bromford
And give it meaning
They say you get what you deserve
I know the feeling, feeling, feeling

You've gotta walk onto that stage like it's your destiny
Stand and tell the truth, make no apology
If tomorrow you should die, these are your memories
You've gotta take this simple life and make history

How I Met My Mother ... Part 2

 
Every time I asked my Mum and Dad from whom I inherited my water pale eyes and my white skin they told me it ran in the family generations and generations ago for they had dark eyes, skin and hair.

They kept telling me that lie until that day my Dad answered my question by singing an old Genesis song.

"You're no son, you're no son of mine."

Imagine my surprise when my Mum joined the chorus when I turned to her.

"You're no son, you're no son of mine."

That was where and when the search for my Mum began. But how I finally met her is another story which should be told another time.

But the search for my mother ended here as well because none of this ever happened. Nothing ever happens. Nothing happens at all.

AND HAVE YOU FED THE FISH ???

And in five months, it's Christmas...

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Friday, the 9th of October 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 503 & Part 504

 

Today is Monday, the 5th of October 2026.

Leo Tolstoy said, 'If you look for perfection, you’ll never be content.'

Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, tried to teach his followers.

Leo, the twenty-three lions wondered, isn't that Klingon for lion? Hey, guys. Hey, fellow-lions, I think this Toystol is one of us.

We would always prefer content to content, the fourteen foxes grinned.

And five more cows joined the twenty-seven water buffaloes, the nineteen oxen, the eleven hippopotamuses, the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, 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"

Hey rusty sky
I've come to say goodbye
I see the hill, the sand
Where the angels tread
And as we drink and drown
Catch that mermaids sound
Rainy day sleep away
In the soft sand

I see you while you're sleeping
Drum my fingers
To the beat she's keeping
The soft parade, flowing
Drugged and tired
Thru that open door, yeah

Out of slavery
Out from the pouring rain
I don't know but I think
We've been here before
Wake me, so sullen
But sure
Things may go
But reoccur
That don't bother me no more
In the salt sand

I do feel you
Calling me
Coming thru
The soft parade flowing
Drugged and tired
Thru that open door yeah...
Bromford-Bromford-Bromford
If there's no sun out today
Bromford
Rainy day sleep it away

Hey rusty sky
I've come to say goodbye
I see the hill the sand
Where the angels tread
But as we drink and drown
Catch that mermaids sound
Rainy day sleep away
In the soft sand
Bromford

"Bromford Road"

Take me back to my Bromford road
Where the rain falls hard and the tear gas blows
I've been around the world and now I know
There ain't no place that smells like home

Down by the lake where I can grow

Take me back to the air so sweet
It smells like incense, sweat, and weed
I've been around the world and I trust my feet
To take me back where my old friends meet

Down by the lake where I can grow
Down by the lake where I can grow
Down by the lake where I can grow

Sirens in the dead of night
A boy got shot, oh, the mothers cry
We laid our flowers by the lake
God, He giveth, God, He takes

Take me back to the winter snow
To summer rain where grass can grow
Seasons come, let seasons go
There ain't no place that smells like
There ain't no place that feels like
There ain't no place that hurts like home

The Stand… Part 2

 
And the creepy pig skeleton prowls around the house
and spies out the weakest victims.
Oh horror!

Didn't it start just like that in Stephen King's THE STAND? Everyone thought it was a harmless sniffle, and in the end, half of humanity, if not more, was wiped out. And what can the poor little snouts do about it?

FREEDOM FOR THE SWINES! DOWN WITH THE SWINE FLU! FREEDOM FOR THE SWINES! DOWN WITH THE SWINE FLU! FREEDOM FOR THE SWINES! DOWN WITH THE SWINE FLU! FREEDOM FOR THE SWINES! DOWN WITH THE SWINE FLU! FREEDOM FOR THE SWINES! DOWN WITH THE SWINE FLU!

And then this tragedy:
There were two black fish,
Who loved each other so much,
They couldn't get together,
|: The water was far too deep. :| 

Yet, no, the tragedy hidden behind it is a far more tragic one:

1. There were two king's children,
They loved each other so much
They couldn't come together
|: The water was too deep. :|

2. Oh dearest, canst thou swim?
Then do swim to me!
I want to light two candles
|: And they should shine for thee. :|

3. That one heard a deceitful nun
Who pretended to be asleep;
She put out the candles,
|: The boy drowned down in the deep. :|

4. It was on a Sunday morning
The people were all so glad
The king's daughter wasn't,
|: She was looking inside herself. :|

5. Oh mother, dearest mother,
My head hurts so much;
I want to go for a walk
|: Probably to the green sea. :|

6. The mother went to church
The daughter kept going her way;
She walked so long,
|: Until she found a fisherman. :|

7. Oh fisherman, dearest fisherman,
Doest thou want to earn big wages,
Then throw thy net in the water
|: And fish out the king's son for me. :|

8. He threw the net into the water
It went to the bottom;
The first fish he catches
|: That was the king's son. :|

…

10. She took him in her arms
And kissed his dead mouth:
"Oh mouth, couldst thou speak
|: So my young heart would be healed. :|

11. She swung her coat around her
And jumped deep into the sea:
"Good night, my father and mother,
|: You'll never see me anymore. :|

12. One can hear little bells ringing,
And one can hear misery and sorrow;
Here lie two king's children,
|: Who are both dead. :|

...as the German folk song knows.

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Thursday, the 1st of October 2026.

Win now!!! No joke!!! … Part 2

 
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Today is Tuesday, the 29th of September 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 501 & Part 502

 

Today is Sunday, the 27th of September 2026.

Twenty-Five, the tawny owl, woke up in the evening and found himself surrounded by the nine little red birds.

Did you notice that we passed the abandoned City of Centralia last week on our journey, our caravan to wherever we are going, wherever you are leading us, Twenty-Five, our leader, our guru? the red birds asked.

Kind of, the owl yawned. Mostly noticed the blocked streets and the smoke. But it looks like we got away unharmed. And I am glad that you did not bring up the name of the city last week. Would have been the first time one of our growing group was giving away one answer to the on-going city-song-quiz.

Weren't you afraid of the Centralia mine fire? the penguins asked.

The what? the chicks wanted to know.

The Centralia mine fire, the nine little red birds said, a coal-seam fire that has been burning in the labyrinth of abandoned coal mines underneath the borough of Centralia, Pennsylvania, United States, since at least May 27, 1962. Its original cause and start date are still a matter of debate. It is burning at depths of up to 300 feet over an 8-mile stretch of 3,700 acres. At its current rate, it could continue to burn for over 250 years. Due to the fire, Centralia was mostly abandoned in the 1980s. There were 1,500 residents at the time the fire is believed to have started, but as of 2017 Centralia has a population of 5 and most of the buildings have been demolished. Our grandmother told us all about it. She used to live there almost sixty years ago, before it got too hot.

Men invented fire, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys exclaimed, and they released it on nature.

I don't think that men invented fire, said the tawny owl, still yawning. They found it and they learned how to use it. But sometimes it gets out of control and cannot be extinguised for over 300 years.

Men are no Gods, they are Devils, exclaiming continued, by the six hear-no-evil-monkeys this time. They do invent and create only things to destroy nature.

Remember what David DeKok wrote in Unseen Danger: A Tragedy of People, Government, and the Centralia Mine Fire in University of Pennsylvania Press, 1986, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys added, 'This was a world where no human could live, hotter than the planet Mercury, its atmosphere as poisonous as Saturn's. At the heart of the fire, temperatures easily exceeded 1,000 degrees Fahrenheit. Lethal clouds of carbon monoxide and other gases swirled through the rock chambers.

That sounds like Hell. Don't Devils live in Hell? Aren't men your cousins? the chicks asked the monkeys. Aren't men your family?

But the monkeys had returned to doing what they could do best, see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil.

Will the Centralia Mine Fire burn our whole world?, all the chicks squeeked all alarmed.

Not tonight, said the fourteen hens trying hard to mother them chicks. And not tomorrow. As it has been for countless years, we will fall asleep tonight and wake up with the rising sun tomorrow.

The Sun, Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, mumbled to himself, the great ball of fire in the sky. Or as Rumi once said, 'I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.'

And twenty-seven water buffaloes joined the nineteen oxen, the eleven hippopotamuses, the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, 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 Is A Woman"

Bromford City spread herself before you
With her bangles and her spangles and her stars
You were impressed with the city so undressed
You had to go out cruising all the bars

Your business trip extended through the weekend
Suburban boy here for your first time
From the 27th floor above the Midtown roar
You were dazzled by her beauty and her crime

And she's every girl you've seen in every movie
Every dame you've ever known on late night TV
In her steam and steel is the passion you feel
Endlessly

Bromford is a woman, she'll make you cry
But to her you're just another guy

Look down and see her ruined places
Smoke and ash still rising to the sky
She's happy that you're here but when you disappear
She won't know that you're gone to say goodbye

And she's every girl you've seen in every movie
Every dame you've ever known on late night TV
In her steam and steel is the passion you feel
Desperately

Bromford is a woman, she'll make you cry
But to her you're just another guy

"Bromford"

I know there is a place for us
I'll find it in between your thighs
Of that I'm sure

Bromford is not far from there
I wish you knew the way to go
But I won't stop

And I can't see you smile
I feel so blind
I close my eyes
And dream of a foreign tide
Then dive

The words once told by Critias
Breathe through the walls
Of this undersea passageway

The Utopia becomes a song
The whispered sounds that led me on
Turn loud and strong

Cause when I close my eyes
The water thrives
My teardrops dry
I can feel I'm close to your heart
This time

The waves they come to me
The waves they flow with me
They come to take me down

Will I ever reach the light?
Will it be easy to survive this tide?
Or woll I have to drown for the rest of my life?

If I could then I would
And I'd love you for all time
I love you for all time

For many years I've been so lost
And now I have the chance to find
Uncharted sands

The drowned ones sing victorious
As I'm about to join them in demersal grounds

And I still have no plan for the way out
I close my eyes
And dream of your foreign tide
Then dive

Full Corn Moon … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 499 & Part 500

 

Full Corn Moon

I'm so tired of being alone
These penitent walls are all I've known
The songbird calling
Across the water
Outside my silent asylum

Oh, don't leave me on my own
Left me standing all alone

So cut me down to size
So I can fit inside
Lies that will divide
Us both in time

See the turncoat on his knees
The vagabond that no one sees
When that MOON stole your shadows
When you can't save the ones you caught in battle

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Today is Saturday, the 26th of September 2026
Full Corn Moon

»How old do you have to become to see your 500th full moon?« Twenty-Five, the tawny owl wondered. »Older than an average owl's life?«

But maybe today we are celebrating the 500th of something completely different.

»My caravan is waiting for me,« the tawny owl sighed and took off into another evening.

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"Bromford Girl"

The devil MOON took me through the alley
Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale
To the Mews running through the backstreets
Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep
The devil MOON took me out of Soho
Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow
Sucked along by a winter shower
To stand beside your shining tower

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
Just the sound of your voice
Wherever I may be changes everything
And then the world's right with me
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
And I ain't got no choice

The light was going out, the MOON was dying
The night was turning to a fine Spring morning
The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting
The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain
When the cold winds come to find you
Blowing down from the top of the high rise
I'll come and take you back down to Soho
Away from all those mad men's eyes

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice

"Bromford"

Your multilingual business friend
Has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
And the lipstick, unmade bed
The mirror, on reflection
Has climbed back upon the wall
For the floor she found descended
And the ceiling was too tall

Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long

Town clock in the market square
Stands waiting for the hour
When its hands they both turn backward
And on meeting will devour
Both themselves and also any fool
Who dares to tell the time
And the sun and MOON will shadow
And the signpost cease to sign

Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long

Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long
Oh, your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long

Your trouser cuffs are dirty...

Bon Automne, Bon Automne … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 497 & Part 498

 
Today is Wednesday, the 23rd of September 2026.
Bon Automne, Bon Automne …

Seasons in the sands, Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl thinks, are running through my hands. Except I am an owl, and I don't have hands. Time is still slipping away, like sand through a hourglass. Still feeling down when the autumn has come …

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"Midnight In Bromford"

There's a whole lot of magic
When you're in Bromford
And I swear I've never seen
So many pretty women go by
And I can't stop from dancing
I'm spinning 'round like a clock
That's wound up too tight
I want to tell you 'bout all I see

Stars in my eyes that you would not believe
I'm a little funky wearin' out my shoes
Don't mean anything unless I'm dancin' with you
Midnight, midnight in Bromford
Midnight, midnight in Bromford

Donne mois ta main
Si je viens de loin
Je n'ai pas de remors te vouloir
Et te dsirer
Si je viens de loin
Moi je prux te parler de ma musique
Et parle moi de toi
Si tu veux me dire un jour bon quelque chose
J'ouvre un autre cot de ma vie et tu dpose
Si tu veux te sentir un moment comme moi
Tu regarde moi quand je danse avec toi

Midnight, midnight in Bromford
Midnight, midnight in Bromford

Well, we'll have another bottle
Monsieur Luigi
So we can toast the AUTUMN
Since it's all around
And I'll always remember
Singing in the park
When the rain
Came down
I want to tell you 'bout all I see

Stars in my eyes that you would not believe
I'm a little funky wearin' out my shoes
Don't mean anything unless I'm dancin' with you
Midnight, midnight in Bromford
Midnight, midnight in Bromford

"Bromford And The Slipping Of The Sun"

If you have any checked bags, they will be brought to the front of the station
To get to the front, walk down to the south end of the platform and cross left at the crosswalk
That′ll put you right in front of the depot
Look for a sign that says "Baggage Claim"
You should have your claim check handy to show the clerk
Give them a few minutes to get your bags to the front

If anyone is in need of a ride to the front of the station
Red Cap service will be provided on the platform
We do have one group that is going to go first
If you do need Red Cap service to arrive at the front
They will come back and pick you up on the platform and take you to the front of the station
Taxi cabs are located on the center boulevard in front of the depot

Bromford
Oh, ocean now, I come again before you
Rode along with you
In the slipping of the sun
Sun on dreamers
Repeat the faithful once again
Like water on the mountains, that
It's the slipping of the sun

Money is blank
Three days to go
This AUTUMN begins to focus
North claims the imperial throne totem
Fantastic
Dreams, lakes
Mountains
Fantastic

Ghosttown … Part 2

 
I nearly lost my sense of balance because I nearly lost my ears. I didn't lose another year, just another ear because of the big bang right next to it. Am I Vincent van Gogh?

Bromford is as quiet and empty as it has been over the last few days.

The blinding sunshine has disappeared. Instead, a humid warmth now hangs over the city, and fog and rain have returned. It isn’t autumn weather just yet, but something is brewing. And above it all is this unnatural silence. Are there really other people around me, or am I stranded in a ghost town once again? Are those really a real trombone and an actual piano sending their fragments of sound through the night? Perhaps they are just endless loops again, generated by a cruel and misanthropic computer trying to drive me insane with its programming.

Romeo and Juliet are not doing well.

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Monday, the 21st of September 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 495 & Part 496

 

Today is Saturday, the 19th of September 2026.

If rhinoceros become hippopotamuses when they lose their horns, the nineteen stunt cats wanted to know, what do unicorns become when they lose theirs?

Who says rhinoceros become hippopotamuses when they lose their horns?, the tawny owl asked confused. I think that never happened before.

The thirty-one grinning cats said that, said the nineteen stunt cats, and we always believe what the thirty-one grinning cats say. Otherwise they would not be grinning.

Can oxen do bullfights?, out of the blue the grinning cats wanted to know, but they were only asking for the twelve hipster-cats, as they later admitted, after all the cats broke into a weird and annoying song.

There must have been something in their water or in their catnip, the tawny owl thought, or as Johann Wolfgang von Goethe once said, 'We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe'. And I think unicorns become white mares when they lose their horns.

And nineteen oxen joined the eleven hippopotamuses, the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, 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"

I offer myself to you
Though I am a broken thing
A cardinal with severed wing

In morning to hide my face
Though I am a sunderer
Guised in maternal grace

Heir to a crippled ground
My little Elysium
My god how I've let you down

Let me fall
Through the ground
Where you fell
Back to you

We burn like Bromford
Lost in the ash below
Hoping to find a home

So far may you run from me
To cities with living leaves
No fire to fear beneath

"Song For Bromford"

I′m gonna write you a song
For Bromford's dawn
For Bromford′s dawn
The rosy fingered one
Rosy fingered one

I'll have to ride a white swan
When Bromford's gone
When Bromford′s gone
Riding on and on and on and on

The 20th. Century boy
He′s just a blow up toy
Just a blow up toy, the 20th. Century boy
Just a blow up toy

You can give hot love
With a soft kid glove
With a leather glove
With a leather glove, black leather glove

Are you a Cosmic Dancer
Or just a Necromancer?
Necromancing, cosmic dancing
Necromancing

In the Melba Sun
You're the peachy one
Come on

Well there′s a wildness in you
And you're an untamed youth
With your rosy fingered dawn
And the blues in your shoes

For my Bromford, my Planet Queen
I′ll be a revolution machine

I'm a labourer of love
In my Persian gloves
I′m a two penny prince
I'll give you all my love
For my Bromford, my Planet Queen
I'll be a revolution machine

I′m gonna hang my head
In the valley of rain
I′m gonna charge like a ram
I'm gonna fly like a plane

For my Bromford, my Planet Queen
I′ll be a revolution machine

Well Telegram Sam
With a frog in her hand
It ain't no use
Like Dr. Seuss it ain′t no use

Life's a gas
But we know it won′t last
We know it won't last but life's a blast
Life′s a blast

And that revolution
Is circumlocution
You won′t fool me
You won't fool me, you don′t fool me

My American Woman
With a wand in her hand
With a wand in her hand
A wand in her hand a wandering the land

My Mystic Lady
Well she drives me crazy

Drives me crazy
Mystic Lady, lipstick baby

And my Planet Queen
Has orbital dreams

I have a wildness for you
And a powder keg leg
Gonna catch a bright star
And place it on your head

For my Bromford, my Planet Queen
I'll be a revolution machine

Your lips are like lightning
And my heart′s all pain
Well, you can tear a plane
In the crocodile rain

For my Bromford, my Planet Queen
I'll be a revolution machine

Now I′m all alone
Without a telephone
Give me the remote
I'll turn it on

For my Bromford, my Planet Queen
I'll be a revolution machine

Well you slide so good
With your bones so fair
Just sitting there
In your discipline chair

For my Bromford, my Planet Queen
I′ll be a revolution machine
I′ll be a revolution machine