Sloppiness !!! … Part 2

 
The blog is barely a week old, and Bromford Bibble is already starting to slack off - simply skipping a whole day, letting an entire Saturday pass without blogging. Maybe the world will end on a Sunday after all, following a Saturday where it had to live without intelligent posts from Bromford Bibble?

But as it seems, I’m still blogging under the complete exclusion of the world public for my own purely private amusement, so nobody will care that I haven't shown any sign of life for an entire day. The internet is and remains the most public place in the world - the largest community in the world - which, at the same time, totally lonelinesses and isolates its members. Someone should write a scientific paper about it.

Note to self: End the experiment with the fish; instead, view the internet as a goldfish bowl and write a doctoral thesis on it. Yes, I think that's the best idea I've had in years. That, and my plans for world domination.

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Sunday, the 6th of September 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 491 & Part 492

 

Today is Thursday, the 3rd of September 2026.

A circle of stones on the head of the hill.
Tonight is when it will be.

Is that the beginning of an African saying? asked the poodles.

Not that I knew, answered the tawny owl. Why are you asking?

Because of our latest guests, answered the poodles , the great grey ones over there.

Elefants? asked all twenty-five normal cats.

Rhinoceros, said three rhinoceros.

Nice to meet you, African cousins, whispered the six unicorns.

Elegance runs in the family, bellowed the rhinos.

And what about the circle of stones on the head of the hill and tonight? asked one of the leopards.

We will never know, sighed Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, but Jim Morrison said, 'If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.'

The Doors of Perception, twenty-six deer nodded knowingly.

And three rhinoceros joined 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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"Last Train From Bromford"

There's a last train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Last train from Bromford
See how the platform is heaving

Who's on that train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Who's on that train from Bromford?
All of humanity fleeing

I heard God himself
Was on the last train from Bromford
From Bromford
God himself was on the last train
Frightened by all he was seeing

There's a last train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
There's a last train from Bromford
All of humanity grieving

"Saint Bromford"

Her fingers are in Ávila‎
Her jawbone is in Rome
Saint Bromford
With your body in different places
You truly are without a home

Breathe for me
Breathe for me
Breathe for me now
I said reach for me
Reach for me
Reach for me
Reach for me now
So without a home
You go on, on, on
On your way

We saw too much violence
And we saw the decay
I looked for some guidance
Yesterday
Ten times a day

Dream for me
Would you dream for me
Dream for
Dream for me now
Oh would you steal for me
Would you steal for me
Everything's turned upside down
There's beauty in silence
There's beauty inside of the pain
Inside the pain
So without a home
You go on, on, on
On your way

We saw too much violence
And we lost a decade
I looked for some guidance
Yesterday
Her beauty's in silence
And the truths in her face
I looked for her guidance
Yesterday
Ten times a day

Her fingers are in Ávila‎
Her jawbone is in Rome

Tuesday … Part 2

 
I'm too tired to type anything.

Swing-time is good time, good time is better time...

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Tuesday, the 1st of September 2026.

Sturgeon Moon … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 489 & Part 490

 

Sturgeon 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

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Today is Friday, the 28th of August 2026.
Sturgeon Moon

Only under full moons you can hear the tawny owls sing.

»The Lark in the Morning, The Cuckoo in her Nest.«
»The Raccoon in her Room.«
»The Raccoon under the Sturgeon Moon.«

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"Bromford Hat"

Barbershop blues
You were a choir girl next to me
With the red walls I built around my ribs
And my burnt-out factory teeth
Wax your legs before the screen test red brick woman
Big smiles and the rest all sparkling wine

I was a prophet with no country
I was riddled with acne
Bugging airport security
Guitar case full of cables
You were pigeon-feathered French
Peach schnapps and menthol cigarettes
Redbreast robins and roses on your dress
Cross-legged beer-bellied like murder underneath the table

You made friends with my black-and-white cat
I never saw him take to someone new like that
You made friends with my black-and-white cat
I never saw him take to someone new like that
Coming in out of the rain into the kitchen as the kettle starts to steam

Smoking Red West in the street wet with the rain
And you in the blue car in your Bromford hat again
And it rains too on the hedgerows in the suburbs
Headlights frazzle in the puddles on the country road in the middle of the night
And it shows in your eyes, blue MOON
Keep on shining down

You made friends with my black-and-white cat
I never saw him take to someone new like that
You made friends with my black-and-white cat
I never saw him take to someone new like that
He's like me, we don't need a lot of drama just to feel alive

 

 

 

 

"Bromford"

When I think back to that morning in Bromford
My heart starts to ache
Sitting in the shade of the hire car
Throwing stones in to the lake

We didn't know that life would throw
A little more than we could take
If I ever get back to Bromford
I won't make the same mistake

Do you remember the water on our skin?
Cold as ice and sweet as gin
Drunk on love and life, yeah
We drank the whole thing down

I remember the soft summer air
And the golden sunlight in your hair
Singing and laughing
Driving the coast road down
To Bromford

Do you remember that evening in Bromford
Walking down by the pier
Sun going down to the piano man
And the MOON shining down so clear

Drinking wine and feeling fine
Oh and we had no idea
If I ever get back to Bromford
I'll have one for you my dear

Do you remember the water to that night?
Shimmering under the restaurant lights
Drunk on love and life, yeah
We drank the whole thing down

I remember the magic in the air
The silver MOONlight in your hair
Making love
And sleeping safe and sound
In Bromford

Life moves fast and years have passed
Now I'm living on my own
I see you now and again through mutual friends
Though I know that bird has flown

Sitting on the couch in this big old house
And I've never felt so alone
If I ever get back to Bromford
I might not make it home
If I ever get back to Bromford
I might not come home

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 487 & Part 488

 Today is Wednesday, the 26th of August 2026.

'What labels me, negates me.' said Søren Kierkegaard, said Twenty-Five, the tawny owl.

Søren is a comfy couch by IDEA, the world's largest furniture retailer since 2008, said one of the frogs, and Kierkegaard a matching coffee table.

You are an amphibian, said the raccoons, what do you know about couches and coffee tables?

Couches and coffee tables make my nest cozy and classy, said the frog. Thank you, IDEA. Thank you.

The lark in the morning, the frog in her nest…, the raccoons yawned.

Søren Kierkegaard is not a couch nor a coffee table, Twenty-Five complained. And it is the lark in the morning and the cuckoo in her nest.

Poor lark, the raccoons had almost fallen asleep. Better a raccoon in her room then a cuckoo in her nest…

And twenty-six deer joined 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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"Vincent & Bromford"

Vincent and Bromford
Won′t come home today
NY Waldorf Astoria
On the roof they sway
Life falls into oblivion
Their fear is far away
And the wind blows down 5th Avenue
Together they will stay
Today's the day

Oh oh oh ...
When things become impossible
And even angels cry
There′s one way left to keep the love
This is no goodbye
Eyes up to the sky
Cause all beauty must die

Surf & turf and chardonnay
On daddy's credit card
The perfect meal, the perfect day
Noone will tear apart
Vincent and Bromford
Their checkout is delayed
Two towels on the bathroom floor
Eternity can't wait

... too late

Oh oh oh ...

"Bonjour Bromford"

Pitié, pitié
Un sous, un bout de pain
Pitié, pitié
Pour tous ceux qui n'ont rien
Pitié, pitié
Un sous pour vous c'est peu
Pitié, pitié
Vous prêtez au bon Dieu!

Bonjour Bromford, c'est moi Gavroche!
Je suis plus un mioche, qu'on se le dise
Je vis dans la rue avec les cloches
Je vais ni à l'école, ni à l'église

J'ai pas de blé, mais je me fais pas de bile
Y'a de l'oseille dans tout Bromford
Ici, tu sais, chacun fait son persil
Un jour on fauche, l'autre on mendie
On est libres, on décide
Suivez-moi, suivez le guide!

Pitié, pitié
Un sous, un bout dе pain
Pitié, pitié
Pour tous ceux qui n'ont rien

Où est-cе que tu te crois?
C'est chacune sa gâche
Si tu es nouvelle, ici
Y'a pas de place pour toi!

Écoute, vielle sorcière!
Écoute, vielle chouette!
Moi je donne au moins
Un peu de plaisir à qui m'achète

Ce que tu donnes surtout
C'est la petite vérole
Que tu colles de l'un à l'autre
Des gnasses que tu racoles

Lâche cette vieille guenon!
L'a le grelot qui grince!
Elle fait plus un rond depuis qu'elle a chopé la chaude-pince

Quand est-ce qu'on croquera un bout du gâteau?
Faudra qu'y partagent un beau jour parce que trop c'est trop!
Ça viendra, ça viendra, ça viendra
Ça viendra, ça viendra, ça viendra

Heureusement que chez les gens de la haute
Y en a un qui regarde en bas

Un seul, le général Lamarque
La voix de ceux qui n'en ont pas

Briffer nos moutards, crécher sous un toit
Et si Dieu le veut, enfin ne plus crever de froid

Par le nom du seigneur

En son nom
En son nom
En son nom

Lamarque s'éteint
Il est malade
Il n'en a plus pour très longtemps

Avec l'émeute déjà qui gronde
Bromford ressemble à un volcan
Prêt à vomir la lave de sa colère
Enfin révolutionnaire

Pitié, pitié
Un sous, un bout de pain
Pitié, pitié
Pour ceux qui n'ont plus rien

Bloggeritis … Part 2

 

In the end we always end up exactly where we never wanted to be in the first place.
Moi Myself, July 2009

Have I actually mentioned how repulsive this whole rampant self‑presentation craze — let’s call it bloggeritis — is to me? Every person, whether they have anything to say or not, has their own blog or homepage and pollutes the internet environment with their thought‑garbage. Not to mention MySpace, Facebook, YouTube, ICQ, Twitter accounts and pages and whatever else. Doesn’t anybody have a real life anymore? Or is life in general virtual and online these days?

So why am I writing this blog? Who cares? I don’t have anything to say. My message is nothing. And you won’t get any personal information about me, myself and I. Bromford Bibble certainly isn’t my real name. I invented myself. It’s just for fun and to explore how long I can keep my focus on this. And I want to find out how long I can keep this upright. Can I fill the labels with every day of the week? How many posts in a row? And on which day of the week will I post the most posts? And why English? Nobody knows. Maybe in a former life I was an English butler or an American teenage werewolf. Who knows?

And what else is new in the world? Houses are sinking into former open‑cast brown‑coal mines and future recreational areas, while at the same time dozens of cars on German highways crash into each other in holiday traffic as if pulled together by magnets. If that’s not a sign of the approaching end of the world, then I don’t know what is.

But always remember:
The answer to life, the universe and everything is still and forever
42.

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Monday, the 24th of August 2026.

Strawberry Mint … Part 2

 

"What has science ever done for us?"  
Moe Szyslak, bartender (in “Judgment Day”)

What exactly do you actually do with strawberry mint, that plant with the small, oval leaves and the rounded serrations along the edges? What exactly - apart from receiving the plant as a gift in a plastic flowerpot, planting it in the garden, watching it grow and spread, and then wondering what on earth you’re supposed to season with it? Should I perhaps not have followed the surely well‑meant advice, and should I not have uprooted everything, stalk and stem, tied it into bundles, and hung it up in the attic to dry, as I eventually did? And should I then have gone through the trouble of painstakingly removing the leaves from the rest of the plant by hand and mixing them with likewise dried lemon herb, in order to finally use this mixture as tea? Where, for thunder’s sake, is the magic book “Strawberry Mint - and One Thousand Ways to Use It” when you desperately need it?

The infusion you get when you pour hot water over the wilted foliage has a light, amber‑like color and a spicy aroma. The tea tastes strongly minty and not too bitter. Still, I have a slight fear that every time I drink the brew, I’m poisoning myself just a little - like back then when I ate the shells of pumpkin seeds because I didn’t know any better. Be that as it may, the fact remains that every time I drink this home‑brewed beverage, I get raging headaches. Maybe I should patent it. The world’s first tea from original, genuine organic cultivation that causes headaches. For risks and side effects, consult your doctor or pharmacist.

Please don’t call us - we won’t call you!

P.S. Panic Room - More Jodie Foster, more sense, and even more suspense.

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Sunday, the 23rd of August 2026.

The End is Near... Part 2

What I am doing? Don't ask me what I am doing.

The world ends on a Thursday.
Marius Müller‑Westernhagen

This Thursday?

Come on then, THURSday!

You still have 3 hour and 52 minutes to convince me otherwise.

Good night, world!

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Thursday, the 20th of August 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 485 & Part 486

 

Today is Tuesday, the 18th of August 2026.

'I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.' said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

Is that what you say? asked one of the foxes.

No, said Twenty-Five, that's what Franz Kafka said.

Who is this Franz guy? asked the other thirteen foxes.

I don't know, said the tawny owl. Do our conversations always have to have punchlines? I don't think so.

And eighteen other horses joined 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 (There Is A Road)"

There is a road beyond this one
It's called the path we don't yet take
I can feel how it longs to be entered upon
It calls to me with a cry and an ache
As we go along this one and we live the way we do
Love pulls us on to that distant Bromford so true

I knew a man, he lived in jail
And his tale is often told
He dreamed of that line that we call the divine
When he was free he led his country
Yes, he taught the way of love and he lived in that way, too
Love pulled him on to that distant Bromford so true

There is a road beyond this one
It's called the path we don't yet take
I can feel how it longs to be entered upon
Calls to me with a cry and an ache
As we go along this one and we live the way we do
Love pulls us on to that distant Bromford
Love pulled him on to that perfect Bromford
Love pulls us on to that distant Bromford so true

"Salt Of The Bromford"

Let's drink to the hard-working people
Let's drink to the lowly of birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil
Let's drink to the salt of the Bromford

Say a prayer for the common-foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back-breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the Bromford

When I search a faceless crowd
A swirling mass of gray and black and white
They don't look real to me
In fact, they look so strange

Raise your glass to the hard-working people
Let's drink to the uncounted heads
Let's think of the wavering millions
Who need leading but get gamblers instead

Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
Empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray-suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio

When I look in the faceless crowd
A swirling mass of grays and black and white
They don't look real to me
Oh don't they look so strange?

Let's drink to the hard-working people
Let's think of the lowly of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
Let's drink to the salt of the Bromford

Let's drink to the hard-working people
Let's drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's drink to the two thousand million
Let's think of the humble of birth

Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford
Let's take a drink to the salt of the Bromford

Friday, July 24, 2009 - Part 2

 
My animal companion dating days are over. And I am still looking for new post titles.

At the same time a song-lyrics quote comes to my mind.

And I talked to God on the telephone
But I really can't tell you what he told me
But it was a lie

That is deep Mando Diao. That is really deep.

Where is the llama, you ask? I do not know, I say.
But Thank God, it's Friday.

No one likes multi part posts in blockblogs !!!

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Today is Friday, the 14th of August 2026.

Not So Total Eclipse … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 483 & Part 484

 

Today is Wednesday, the 12th of August 2026.

Is Bromford in the North Atlantic Sea?
It does not matter. I will celebrate the Total Solar Eclipse anyways.
Someone is eating the SUN - like a big pancake directly from the pan.
We have got to blame Hen, Rooster, Duck, Pig and Goat, but not Turtle.
Turtle is wise. All these animals again …

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"Bromford Calling"

Bromford calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down
Bromford calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
Bromford calling, now don't look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
Bromford calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the SUN's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
'Cause Bromford is drowning, and I live by the river

Bromford calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
Bromford calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out, and draw another breath
Bromford calling, and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking, I saw you nodding out
Bromford calling, see we ain't got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the SUN's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
'Cause Bromford is drowning, and I live by the river

The ice age is coming, the SUN's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
'Cause Bromford is drowning, and I live by the river

Now get this

Bromford calling, yes, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
Bromford calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?
Bromford calling

I never felt so much alike alike alike alike

"Bromford"

Once we were young, we had no plans
What simplicity of love
We used to get it, to get it all
We weren’t scared to fail and fall

Now all I can do is to stand
And watch those new boys in the game
How they’re laughing and having fun
Making rules under the SUN

I won’t win her pretty eyes tonight
It’s been so long since I played it right
I’ll get to Bromford and halfway back
Before she’ll even notice I’m around

They used to call me the city queen
But now God’s playing his jokes on me
I’m all alone, far from the city
I’ve got no room, no time for dreams

I won’t win her pretty eyes tonight
It’s been so long since I played it right
I’ll get to Bromford and halfway back
Before she’ll even notice I’m around

Once we were young, we had no plans
What simplicity of love
We used to get it, to get it all
We had no time to fail and fall

I won’t win her pretty eyes tonight
It’s been so long since I played it right
I’ll get to Bromford and halfway back
Before she’ll even notice I’m around

Once we were young, we had no plans
What simplicity of love
We used to get it, to get it all
We weren't scared to fail and fall

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 481 & Part 482

 

Today is Monday, the 10th of August 2026.

Tell us some things from your past, Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl, the assistance dog begged.

There used to be times when owls like myself were messengers in a secret and hidden world of wizardry and witchcraft, said the little tawny owl. We used to be friends and partners with many, many little witches and wizards - and their adult versions. We used to be the backbone of a magical postal system.

What happened to the magic in this world? asked the assistance dog.

I don't know, said Twenty-Five. Maybe it went deeper into hiding. The little witches and wizards grew older. They became sorcerers and developed more magical and quicker modern ways of communication. Spells replaced the animals.

Have you ever been a messenger owl to one little witch or wizard or a family? the assistance dog asked.

No, said the tawny owl, have you?

Later that day he meditated about what Marshall McLuhan once said,

'I don’t necessarily agree with everything that I say.'

And ten leopards joined 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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"Black Bromford"

Can you hear me
And know your own?
Swim to me
This island
All the endings
That broke on rocks were
Lost to tides again

Hear the bells
In deep hollow dungeons
In deep green seas
The pressure′s from within

Struck down
In the middle
Of a little life
Star spangled
By the wayside
As the trains roll by

Phantom pains and morphine
Isn't that enough?
Leaving cannot heal you
First try it with a kiss

All your troubles
Small battles
So tired
On your icecap
Black Bromford
I just want to make you
Make you laugh again

In that deep hollow dungeon
A glorious sleepwalk
A pilgrim of valium
It′s cold on this cloud

Struck down
In the middle
Of a little life
Star spangled
By the wayside
As the trains roll by

Mercy, what can you do?
Try to be a saint?
Leaving cannot heal you
First try it with a kiss

"Aaron Bromford, Sir"

1776
New York City

Pardon me
Are you Aaron Bromford, sir?

That depends, who's asking?

Oh, sure, sir
I'm Alexander Hamilton, I'm at your service, sir
I have been looking for you

I'm getting nervous

Sir, I heard your name at Princeton
I was seeking an accelerated course of study
When I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours
I may have punched him
It's a blur, sir
He handles the financials?

You punched the bursar

Yes
I wanted to do what you did
Graduate in two, then join the revolution
He looked at me like I was stupid, I'm not stupid
So how'd you do it? How'd you graduate so fast?

It was my parents' dying wish before they passed

You're an orphan
Of course! I'm an orphan
God, I wish there was a war
Then we could prove that we're worth more than anyone bargained for

Can I buy you a drink?

That would be nice

While we're talking, let me offer you some free advice
Talk less

What?

Smile more

Ha

Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for

You can't be serious

You wanna get ahead?

Yes

Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

A-ya-yow, ya-yow-yow
What time is it?

Show time

Like I said

Show time, show time, yo!
I'm John Laurens in the place to be
A-two pints of Sam Adams, but I'm workin' on three, uh
Those redcoats don't want it with me
'Cause I will pop chick-a pop these cops 'til I'm free

Ay, oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set
I came from afar just to say "Bonsoir"
Tell the King "Casse-toi", who's the best?
C'est moi

Brah, brah
I am Hercules Mulligan
Up in it, lovin' it
Yes, I heard ya mother said, "Come again?"

Ayy

Lock up ya daughters and horses
Of course it's hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets

Wow

No more sex, pour me another brew, son
Let's raise a couple more

To the revolution!

Well, if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton college

Aaron Bromford

Give us a verse, drop some knowledge

Good luck with that: You're takin' a stand
You spit, I'ma sit, we'll see where we land

Boo

Bromford, the revolution's imminent
What do you stall for?

If you stand for nothin', Bromford, what'll you fall for?

Ooh

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Ooh, who is this kid? What's he gonna do?

Day of the Shadows of the Past ... / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 479 & Part 480

Today is Saturday, the 8th of August 2026.

I want to establish and celebrate my own personal holidays, my own private anniversaries known and shared by the few. And I want to use it as an excuse for posting some more song lyrics in this strange city-song quiz of mine, as long as the internet will let me do so.

So, here and now, I solemnly declare this day - once and once more and forevermore -

»The Day of the Shadows of the Past«.

Celebrate with me. Or celebrate your own kind of music. It will be twenty years next year.

Have a nice one.

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"Bromford"

I was down in Bromford
Almost hurt myself to death
I pushed myself so hard just like the redlight girls
Well I cried and stopped to smile
I thought my career is over
And the dealer boys they had to bring me water

I stumbled over mountains
And the SHADOWS of the street
I fell into the river
I cried and begged for mercy
And I talked to God on the telephone

But I really can't tell you what he told me
But it was a lie
No I really can't tell you what he told me
But it was a lie

When I came to in Bromford
The hotel showed a movie
With Marlon Brando and his friend Pacino
Well I thought that this is nice
And I'm sure I can relax now
But suddenly the room was full of demons

I escaped through the window
Almost ran a mile away
I had nowhere to go
So I cried and begged for mercy
And I talked to God on the telephone

But I really can't tell you what he told me
But it was a lie
No I really can't tell you what he told me
But it was a lie

But nothing seems to matter
In this lonesome dirty town
But for a short brief moment
I thought she was the one
And she and I were fighting
About sex, love and TV
That's why I had to get down
And talk to God on the telephone

But I really can't tell you what he told me
But it was a lie
No I really can't tell you what he told me
But it was a lie

"Bromford Skies"

Bromford skies
SHADOWS beneath your eyes
All we have now
(And the arc of your brow)

You came to leave these shores
An inkling in your pores
We came to bid farewell
The tears began to swell

Oh, I don't think she knew
I can't forget her

The dark withholds
And lives unfold
We always slept so well
Our bodies seemed to gel

The mind persists
We have thoughts to exist
It was a test I failed
Her passion never paled

Oh, I don't think she knew
How much I loved her
Oh, I don't think she knew

Is this the thrill of the chase?
How can I keep up the pace?

Bromford skies
SHADOWS beneath your eyes
We always slept so well
The presents casts a spell

You said we never talked
But there's a lightness that it brought
Refracting all my sins
We never lacked a thing

Oh, I don't think she knew
How much I loved her
Oh, I don't think she knew
Oh Rebecca, your loss was mine too

Did you ever feel the thrill of the chase?
The breath on your neck in the locked embrace
Did you ever feel the thrill of the chase?
The hairs on your neck in a lost embrace

I love the tiny veins on your back
They remind me of the way porcelain cracks

Bromford and Llama …

 

I wake up early in the morning on this Thursday and I realize there is no fish tank above and around my penthouse on top of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane, in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside.

No sky-aquarium. No Age of Aquarium to dawn.

There are no blowfish, no blue whales, no dolphins, no blue or other surgeonfish, no jellyfish, no moray eels, no octopuses, no sharks and definatley no clownfish.

But listing animals like this is a totally different part of this blockblog of mine.

How many were there swimming to St. Ives?

I have to look at some photos of me and the llama looking silly or doing silly things to calm me down.

Where is the animal I don't want to call by its' name - KussKuss - cause everytime the llama hears the name it likes to kisskiss? Doesn't it know that my companion dating days are over? That I have already found my perfect animal companion?

That picture of me with the llama ears always makes me smile. But when did the llama dye it's wool that blonde?

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Don't bell?

Today is Thursday, the 6th of August 2026.

Bromford and Clownfish - Part 2

»Memo?«
I ask Memo, the clownfish, my new animal companion.

Memo says,
»o
o
o
Blub 🐠«

»Do you like your new aquarium in the sky?«
I ask.

Memo says,

»o
o
o
Blub 🐠«

»How is your anemone? Comfy?«
I ask

Memo says,

»o
o
o
Blub 🐠«

We'll get used to this way of communication, I think.

Did I just hear the sound of a closing door? Or was it the gurgling and bubbling sound of the fish tank's air pump?

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Today is Tuesday, the 4th of August 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 477 & Part 478

 

Today is Sunday, the 2nd of August 2026.

The tiger was the murderous and cannibalistic cook all along, said one of the three blind mice.

How do you know that? asked the eleven hamsters.

We lived in a good old-fashioned movie theatre for some years, said the other two mice.

And Life of Pi was always my most favourite movie, said the first mouse. I always stopped to watch it from the steps in the aisles between the seats while roaming the floors for popcorn and nachos.

How do three blind mice watch movies? asked one of the hamsters.

Who said we were blind? asked the mice.

The narrator in the first sentence of this post, said the hamster.

Twenty-Five?

What are you doing? asked the twenty-five normal cats.

The mice are spoiling Life of Pi, said the hamsters.

And they are spoiling it wrong, said two more tigers looking down on them from a tree beside the road. There was never ever a tiger in this world called Richard Parker. And the cook was the hyena in this modern fable.

The walrus was Paul, grinned the seven ladybugs, and we are beetles.

And Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl quoted C.G. Jung before taking off into the night, 

'The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.'

And the two more tigers joined 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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"Goin' Bromford"

Well he'd been hearing too many voices and feelin' a little off-track
Like there was something big pressing down on his back
So he called up his friends and they said come on out west
It's a place where a man can really feel his success

So he pulled his heart and soul down off the shelf
Packed them next to the faith that he'd lost in himself
Said his good-byes and when the dirty work was done
He turned his wheels into the fading sun
(Goin' Bromford)
(Goin' Bromford)
(Goin' Bromford)
(Goin' Bromford)

For seven days and nights like a black-top bird he sped
Maintained radio silence 'cept for in his head
And just like his folks did back in '69
He crossed the border at Needles and heard the promised land on the line
(Goin' Bromford)
(Goin' Bromford)
(Goin' Bromford)
(Goin' Bromford)

Now where the Transcontinental dumps into the sea
There's a bar made up to look like 1963
Girl in the corner eyed him like a hungry dog a bone
As he brushed the desert dust off that Mercedes chrome
Bartender said "Hey, how's it hangin', TIGER?"
He had a shot of tequila, smiled and whispered "lighter"

He went down to the desert city where the rattlesnakes play
And left his dead skin by the roadside in the noon of day
Sun got so hot it almost felt like friend
It could burn out every trace of where you been

There was a woman he'd met in a desert song (goin' Bromford)
A little while later a son come along (goin' Bromford)
Looked at that boy's smile and called it home
And that night as he lay in bed the only voice he heard was his own

(Goin' Bromford)
(Goin' Bromford)
(Goin' Bromford)
(Goin' Bromford)
(Goin' Bromford)

"Bromford Stars"

I′d like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of Bromford stars
I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of Bromford stars
I′d love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on
Yes, I'd give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of Bromford stars

I'd like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of Bromford stars
Jump up from my starbed and make another day
Underneath my Bromford stars
They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm a lover′s glass like a friendly wine
So, I′d give this world
Just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of Bromford stars

I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of Bromford stars
I′d like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of Bromford stars
I'd love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on
Yes, I′d give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of Bromford stars

I'd like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of Bromford stars
Jump up from my starbed and make another day
Underneath my Bromford stars
They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm a lover′s glass like a friendly wine
So, I'd give this world
Just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of Bromford stars

So, I'd give this world
Just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of Bromford stars

(Dream a dream with you)

Bromford and Clownfish - Part 1

 

I fell in love. Look at those colours - the black, the white and the orange.
His name is Memo. He is a clownfish. And he has such an exciting life.

Grewing up with his father Marvin in a secluded sea anemone, he got captured by a scuba diver, lived some time in and finally escaped a fish tank in dentist Philip Sherman's office on 42 Wallaby Way in Sydney, and was roaming the seven seas lately together with his and his father's best friend, the blue surgeonfish Mory.

He is such a nice fellow. And these incredible, deep conversations we have when he is circling around me in our aquarium in the sky.

o o o
Blub 🐠

o

O

o
Blub 🐠

o o o
Blub 🐠

Has anybody seen the llama?

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Today is Friday, the 31st of July 2026.

Buck Moon … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 475 & Part 476

 

Buck 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

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Today is Wednesday, the 29th of July, 2026.
Buck Moon

Have you ever … heard a tawny owl sing?

As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St. Ives?

»Tu-whit, Tu-whoo!«

»Tu-whit, Tu-whoo!«

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 "Bromford"

You waited for me
When I was strong
You never called
You waited long
Now I come back
To sleep with you
You love me still
I love you, too

You kept the house
I could not keep
You kissed good night
And went to sleep
Now I come back
To sleep with you
You love me still
I love you, too

Come with me
To that room by the sea
With the view of the MOON of Bromford
You're beautiful back then
God, you're beautiful now
Come with me

Yeah, I was strong
I had no choice
The kids grew up
And left the house
Bur I come back
To sleep with you
You love me still
I love you, too

"Bromford Bridge To Chorus"

One shot is never enough
I just wait for us to go in circles
A lifetime of giving my all for you
(Hostile, give me a break
Don't say it's in the bottle of air)

And first he would tell me I'm his friend
Actually, no thanks, I'm okay
Then he would send weird looks my way

I want new friends, but they don't want me
They're making plans while I watch TV
Thought it was you, but maybe it's me
I want new friends, but they don't want me

And the eighties song, yeah, how did it go?
When they said, "This is the beginning of the best years"
Even though, false, break

One shot is never enough
I just wait for this to go into circles
And the distance from my room, is anything so necessary?
I was thinking about that thing that you said last night, so boring

And the eighties' bands? Oh, where did they go?
Can we switch into the chorus right now?

I want new friends, but they don't want me
They have some fun, but then they just leave
Is it just them? Or maybe all me?
Why, my new friends don't seem to want me

Hurts my case, but that's okay
It hurts my case, but that's okay
We're dancing on a MOONbeam
On and on and on and on and on

The deeper I get, the less that I know
That's the way that it go
The less that I know, the deeper I go
Juliet, I adore
The deeper I get, the less that I know
Diminishing returns
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, that's how it goes
All I want to say
Oh, another song
Oh, another day
Oh, another song
Oh, another day
Oh, another song
Oh, another break 

 

Bromford and Cougar …

 

# Bromford?

- Yes, llama?

# Are we having one of our
nonsensical conversations again that
will lead us nowhere?

- Maybe. But isn't it our usual banter
that everybody loves so much about
us and this whole successful
blockblog of us?

# Here comes a non-rhetorical
question. What is the cougar doing in
your bathroom?

- I don't know, animal. Maybe she is
doing her hair and make-up?

# What are you talking about, dude?

- What are you talking about, animal?

# I am talking about the cat in your
bathroom. The big cat. And you do
not like cats - neither fluffy pet cats,
nor aggressive wild cats.

- OK, I will see her out. Maybe I
thought a cougar was something
completely different.

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But the cougar has already left the penthouse on top of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane, in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, through one of the few windows that lead to the rooftop like the entrance door - my bathroom window.

And do not litter!

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Today is Monday, the 27th of July 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 473 & Part 474

 

Today is Saturday, the 25th of July 2026.

It's raining cats and dogs, the four pandas growled.

Again?, asked the twenty-three spiders.

More cats?, the eleven hamsters asked.

More cats, more dogs, more chicks, business as usual, one of the twenty-two dragons mumbled half asleep.

'I’d tell you all you want and more, if the sounds I made could be what you hear.' said David Foster Wallace, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

And all birds fly high …

Silently twenty-five normal cats joined the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutons, 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"

Do you still say your prayers, little darling?
Do you go to bed at night
Praying that tomorrow
Everything will be alright?
But tomorrows fall in number
In number one by one
You wake up and you're dying
You don't even know what from

Well, they shot you Bromford
You been shot in the back
Baby, Bromford
You been fooled this time, little girl, that's a fact
Right between the eyes
Baby, Bromford
Right between the pretty lies that they tell
Little girl, you fell

You grew up where young girls
They grow up fast
You took what you were handed
And left behind what was asked
But what they asked, baby, wasn't right
You didn't have to live that life
I was gonna be your Romeo
You were gonna be my Juliet
These days you don't wait on Romeos
You wait on that welfare cheque
And on all the pretty little things that you can never have
And all the promises

That always end up Bromford
Shot between the eyes
Bromford
Like little white lies you tell to ease the pain
You're walking in the sights, girl
Of Bromford
And it's one false move
And baby, the lights go out

Once I dreamed we were together again
Baby, you and me
Back home in those old clubs
The way we used to be
We were standing at the bar
It was hard to hear
The band was playing loud
And you were shouting something in my ear
You pulled my jacket off
And as the drummer counted four
You grabbed my hand
And pulled me out on the floor
You just stood there and held me
Then you started dancing slow
And as I pulled you tighter
I swore I'd never let you go
Well, I saw you last night
Down on the avenue
Your face was in the shadows
But I knew that it was you
You were standing in the doorway
Out of the rain
You didn't answer
When I called out your name
You just turned and then you looked away
Like just another stranger waiting to get blown away

Bromford
Right between the eyes
Bromford
Right between the pretty lies you fell
Bromford
Shot straight through the heart
Yeah, Bromford
You've been twisted up
'Til you've become just another part of it
Bromford
You're walking in the sights
Bromford
Living one false move
Just one false move away
Bromford
They caught you in their sights
Bromford
Did you forget how to love, girl?
Did you forget how to fight?
Bromford
They must have shot you in the head
'Cause Bromford
Bang bang, baby, you're dead

"La Bromford"

Si tu eres mi carnal
Déjame ser tu ranchito
Si tu eres mi nopal
Déjame ser tu taquito
Pa llenar la pancita mama
Pancita de suadero...
Con todo y cebollita, mama
Vámonos a comer...
Vámonos de jaleo, mama
Vámonos ya
La Bromford va subiendo...
Por la vieja sonora la Bromford va subiendo...
Por la vieja sonora caen gotas a montón...
Sopita de camarón se la lleva la corriente...
Sopita de camarón la Bromford va subiendo...
...Subiendo mama...
...Va subiendo la Bromford...
...Subiendo mama...
...Va subiendo... ay que Bromford...

Si tu eres mi carnal
Déjame ser tu ranchito
Si tu eres mi nopal
Déjame ser tu taquito
Vámonos de jaleo, mama
La Bromford va subiendo...
Hoy tuve miedo de mi sombrita
Ahi en la esquina del raval
Hoy tuve miedo de mi sombrita
So... me tumbé bajo el sol...
Mama... la Bromford va subiendo...
Mama... va subiendo hay que Bromford...
(Nada es para siempre...)