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

Memo says,

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Blub 🐠«

»How is your anemone? Comfy?«
I ask

Memo says,

»o
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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.

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Blub 🐠

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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...)

Bromford and Deer …

 
»Oh dear!«

»It's a deer, animal, my dear.«

»Is it a doe? After all this time?«

»Always! Always, animal. Expecto Patro…«

»Stop it, dude! I declare this
apartment and this blockblog a 
Harry-Potter-free zone! 
Now and once and for all. 
No more names. No more spells.«

»Avada Keda… But no, it is not a doe.
It grew antlers as you can see.«

»And it did shy away once we started
talking, dude.«

»This was my third-to-last date to
find my next animal companion,
animal. Be prepared for whatever
may come.«

»Whatever! As long as you
remember,
 

NO BIKES ALLOWED ON THE STAIRS AND HALLWAYS !!!«

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Today is Thursday, the 23rd of July 2026.

Bromford and Cockroach …

 

»Nice little companions you've got there, Bromford. And so quick. But are they afraid of daylight?«

»I kind of like those busy little guys. Like they are bugs from outer-space. And in the end we can harvest their honey, you know.«

»They are cockroaches, dude, not bees.«

»I know, animal, I know.«

“Strange is the night where black stars rise,
and strange moons circle through the skies,
but stranger still is
lost Carcosa.”

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Today is Wednesday, the 22nd of July 2026.

Blogsday !!! / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 471 & Part 472

Today is Saturday, the 18th of July 2026.

Today is BLOGSDAY !!! 

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME !!! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME !!!

And what better way to celebrate an anniversary than with a city-song-quiz?

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"Bromford"

Day off in Bromford, got bored at the temple
Looked around at the 7-11
The band took the speed train, went to the arcade
I wanted to go but I didn't
You called me from a payphone, they still got pay phones
It costs a dollar a minute
To tell me you're getting sober and you wrote me a letter
But I don't have to read it

I'm gonna kill you
If you don't beat me to it
Dreaming through Tokyo skies
I wanted to see the world
Then I flew over the ocean
And I changed my mind

Sunset's been a freak show
On the weekend so I've been driving out to the suburbs
To park at the Goodwill and stare at the chem trails
With my little brother
He said you called on his BIRTHDAY
You were off by like ten days
But you get a few points for trying
Remember getting the truck fixed when you let us drive it
25 felt like flying

I don't forgive you
But please don't hold me to it
Born under Scorpio skies
I wanted to see the world
Through your eyes until it happened
Then I changed my mind

Guess I lied
I'm a liar
Who lies
'Cause I'm a liar

"Sitting In Bromford"

I'll be coming home soon
Be in your arms by the fall of daylight

And there's the usual complications
Flights changed and delayed, and I'm sitting in Bromford

But I'm coming home soon
I can feel the sheets in our bedroom

And there's the usual situations
One week, they said, at the start of June

I wanted you to think I was okay
But I'm coming home
As quick as the plane
Will carry me to you

I'll be coming home soon
We'll be lying on the couch, telling each other stories

And there's the usual situations
Flights changed on my BIRTHDAY
I'm on my own

I wanted you to think I was okay
But I'm coming home
As quick as the plane
Will carry me to you

You are my light
Are my love
Of my life
All these years
All this time
It's not yours
It's not mine

I wanted you to think I was okay
But I'm coming home
As quick as the plane
Will carry me to you

I'll be coming home soon
I'll be coming home soon
I'll be coming home soon
I'll be coming home soon

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 469 & Part 470

 

Today is Friday, the 17th of July 2026.

'Man only likes to count his troubles; he doesn’t calculate his happiness.' said Fyodor Dostoyevsky, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

Who cares what man likes and doesn't, barked the guide dogs, the assistance dog and the nine poodles. This is a dog's world. It's a hard dog's life for us.

And no one asks us cats, all the different cats complained.

There is no peace in solutions and no solutions in peace, said the oldest and greyest of the gorillas, but no one understood what he meant.

That is because he is a real greyback, said the speak-no-evil-monkeys.

You mean he is a Silverback?, asked the see-no-evil-monkeys. But the hear-no-evil-monkeys did not hear.

And seventeen more dogs joined 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"

I also feel
Immortal longings in me
Frames into which a picture would never fit.

I also feel I should be somewhere else,
I'm not cut out for this world - I see my image blur.

Where ocean meets the sky all features disappear,
All questions melt and Time is quite irrelevant.
Well, I wish it were somewhere there we would meet,
Quit ealone, disfigured, pale, kidding oblivion.

I'm drowning into the pain in my head
Waiting for the sleep.
I wish the dreams would crawl into my head
And show me the visions of live, the life I will never live.

"Streets Of Bromford"

That inspector thinks he's something
But it's me who runs this town
And my theater never closes
And the curtain's never down
Trust Gavroche, have no fear
You can always find me here

Cosette, now I remember
Cosette, how can it be?
We were children together
Look what's become of me

Good God, oh, what a rumpus

That girl, who can she be?

That cop, he'd like to jump us
But he ain't smart, not he

Éponine, who was that girl?

Some bourgeois, two-a-penny thing

Éponine, find her for me

What will you give me?

Anything

Got you all excited now
But God knows what you see in her
Ain't you all delighted now?
No, I don't want your money, sir

Éponine, do this for me
Discover where she lives
But careful how you go
Don't let her father know
'Ponine, I'm lost until she's found

You see, I told you so
There's lots of things I know
'Ponine, she knows her way around

Bromford and Mouse ...

 

It is hot this July noon, in our little penthouse on top of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside. It is not warm, it is hot.

The open door to the roof-terrace does not help. Neither do the one, two, three, four fans in all four corners of the living room.

»What's that noise, dude?« the llama shouts, coming out of the refrigerator. »Are you using an old-fashioned typewriter? And where did you find it?«

»No, I am not using a typewriter, only a typewriter sound app on my laptop,« I have to admit.

»And what are you writing?«

»My first great novella, I think.«

»Should I be interested, dude? Should I care?«

»You'd better do both, animal,« I say grumpily. »Just to please me. And just to prevent me from throwing you off the roof-terrace.«

»Okay, okay, dude. Calm down. Or should I say, cool down?« the llama asks. »What is your novella going to be about, dude?«

»It describes the experiences of two displaced migrant ranch workers, as they move from place to place in some state of the United States of America, searching for jobs during the Great Depression. One is an intelligent but uneducated man, the other a bulky, strong but intellectually disabled man. I will base the plot on my own experiences as a teenager working alongside migrant farm workers in the 1910s.«

The llama is giving me a strange look.

»When did you come out of the sun on the roof-terrace, dude? And did you wear protecting headwear as I told you? Remember the documentary we watched the other day about the brain-cells you lose in extreme heat if you do not protect your head?«

»OK, maybe I will make the one protagonist a Bromford and the other one a llama called Mouse. And I will base the novella on my experiences as a middle-aged man living in a house on the roof-top above the fifteenth floor of an apartment building in a friendly town by a bay and seaside. And I'm gonna call the novella 'Of Bromford and Mouse'.«

»Do you think anyone will get your strange references, dude?«

»John Steinbeck, animal,« I am growling. »I am kind of talking about his famous novella 'Of Mice and Men'. I had to think of this title when I met today's guest, this little blue mouse.«

I am typing some more letters on the keys on my keyboard.

»Oh, my goodness,« the llama says, »he is seeing blue mice again! But thank you for wearing that blue hat of yours today.«

»It's too hot, animal,« I say. »Not to warm, but too hot. I cannot write today. Thank you for making space in the refrigerator. I am going to chill there a little.«

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After I have left the living room and closed the refrigerator door, the llama checks what I have written so far. But on the screen of the laptop the animal reads nothing but,

»I have writer's block. I have writer's block. I have writer's blog.«

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Today is Monday, the 13th of July 2026.

Bromford and Shark …

 

»Another candidate for the aquarium in the sky? « the llama asks.

»A shark has jaws, « I say dreamily, »big, strong JAWS. Like in the movie from 1975. Did you watch it in the cinema for the 50th anniversary last year? «

»I am a llama, dude, « the llama says. »When did you last see a llama at the movies, dude? «

»The year 2000, The Emperor's New Groove, « I say. »Incan emperor Kuzco, poisoned and turned into a llama. «

»Oh no, not that old chestnut again. «

»Great that you could stop by, animal. Wanna stay for a bite? «

»No, thank you. I don't like the grins on both of your faces. I'll take off… «

And the level of uncomfortability keeps on rising while the shark keeps on grinning.

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Later that day, I can hear the llama singing and whistling out on the roof-terrace…

Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe
And he keeps it, ah, out of sight
You know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe
Scarlet billows start to spread…

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Today is Saturday, the 11th of July 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 467 & Part 468

 

Today is Thursday, the 9th of July 2026.

Why are you looking so desperate, owl? the foxes asked Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl.

There are too many, too, too many, the owl mumbled.

Too many what? asked the wolves.

Too many songs, the owl continued mumbling. I wanted to give the readers a city song quiz every eight days or so, also to give them an insight into a certain person's music collection. But there are more and more songs and more and more names of villages, towns and cities. Imagine! Suddenly there are towns called War and villages called Stone. And all those songs about Stones and Wars… How can I ever finish the city song quiz cycle? How, canids, how? Tell me how...

Just ignore the songs about War and Stone, suggested one of the guide dogs.

That would feel like cheating, Twenty-Five sighed.

Like that one time, peeped one of the chicks, when you said that the next single animal to join us could easily become our next leader?

And it was shushed by the other chicks immediately.

I like being an assistance dog, said the assistance dog and kept on assisting.

And the owl whispered, 'We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be,' as Kurt Vonnegut said.

And other members of the Canid family - nine poodles joined 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 1972"

I had a DOG named Banjo and a girl named Muffin
I'd just blew in from Texas and I didn't know nothing
I found my way around this town with a friend I made named Guy
Who loved Susanna and so did I

Now there was this run down shack on Acklen Avenue
That I shared with Skinny Dennis
And a poet name of Richard Dobson who had a novel he'd never finish
That's when Johnny Rodrigues, David Olney and Steve Earle first came through
And every other guitar bum whose name I never knew

Old School Bromford, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away

There was this tight-rope-walker who called herself the queen of Poughkeepsie
Who ran away from the circus with some roustabout redneck gypsy
They were Townes Van Zandt fans and prone to combustion
They fought like DOGS in Spanish and made love in Russian

I wish Newberry and Buck White would drop on by the house tonight
Things have changed round here you bet, but it don't seem much better yet

I first met Willie Nelson with some friends at a party
I was twenty-two years old and he was pushing forty
There was hippies and reefer and God knows what all I was drinking pretty hard
I played him this shitty song I wrote and puked out in the yard

Old School Bromford, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away

"Bromford Freaks"

Hot milk
Mmmm... tweak my nipple
Champagne and ripple
Shamans go cripple
My sales go triple
We drop lobotomy beats
Evaporated meats
On hi-tech street
We go solo
Dance floors and talk shows
Hot DOGS, No Doz
Hot Sex in back rows

I wanna know what makes you scream
Be your twenty million dollar fantasy
Treat you real good
Expensive jeans
Bromford freaks on the Bromford scene
Related

Touch it real good if you want a piece
Party people know I'm that type of freak

People look so snooty
Take pills make them moody
Automatic bzooty
Zero to tutti fruitti
Sex in the halls
Niagra Falls
Local shopping malls receive
Anonymous calls
Hot like a cheetah
Neon mamacita
Eat at tacoria
Pop lockin' beats from Korea
Looking like jail bait
Selling lots of real estate
Looking like a hot date
Banging like an 808
Photos

Do you want to feel this?
Do you want to feel this?

Norman Schwartzkoff
Something tells me you want to go home
Champagne, bibles
Custom clothes you own
Calling up from special area codes
Bromford nuns with the Bromford phones
I got nothing to do, nowhere to go
I'll tell you what you want
If you want to know
Satin sheets
Tropical oils
Turn up the heat
Till the swimming pool boils
Let all the neighbors
Read it in the papers
Making all those gentlemen cry
Realistic tears

Jockin my Mercedes
Probably have my baby
Shop at Old Navy
He wish he was a Lady