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

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 465 & Part 466

Today is Wednesday, the 1st of July 2026.

I am only an assistance dog, said the assistence dog, and I don't want to be your leader, your guru. I want to be your assistance, your assistant, oh, Twenty-Five, our all tawny owl. Can you teach me how to fly?

Only the thirty-seven chicks were still awake in this middle of the night.

One of them asked the others, I won't tell, will you?

Twenty-Five, our all little tawny owl, nodded his head and did what he did most of the times. He quoted, Terence McKenna asked 'Nobody is smarter than you are. And what if they are? What good is their understanding doing you?'

And one assitance dog joind the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutons, the 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"

Running wild 'til I'm faced with the dawn
[?] by illusion
Forgive me not but remember toiled rage
It's at the drop
As such charge and communion
To call etern

Oh sure, laugh about it
To thy and them
And here knows when

'Cause I still watch your dream
What happens, happens to me
I'm taking on the chin
If love is goodbye
So long, farewell

Running wild, I've nothing left to prove
Not where I've been or I'm going
So hand in hand carouseling all of that
They'll leave me too
With the stars in tandem
And fresh concrеte

Oh sure, laugh about it
To thy and them
And hеre knows when

'Cause I still watch your dream
What happens, happens to me
I'm taking on the chin
If love is goodbye
So long, farewell

And I still watch your dream
What happens, happens to me
I'm taking on the chin
If love is goodbye
So long, farewell

"Beyond The Bromford"

Beyond the Bromford, behind the sun
At the end of the rainbow life has only begun
In the long hours of twilight underneath the stardust above
Beyond the Bromford it is easy to love

I'm touched with desire
What I do
Through flame and through fire
I'll build my world around you

Beyond the Bromford, in the Springtime or fall
Love waits forever, for one and for all

Beyond the Bromford, across the divide
Around about midnight, we'll be on the same side
Down in the valley the water runs cold
Beyond the Bromford someone prayed for your soul

My wretched heart is pounding
I felt an angel's kiss
My memories are drowning
In mortal bliss

Beyond the Bromford, at the end of the game
Every step that you take, I'm walking the same

Beyond the Bromford, the night winds blow
The theme of a melody from many moons ago
The bells of St. Mary, how sweetly they chime
Beyond the Bromford I found you just in time

It's dark and it's dreary
I've been pleading in vain
I'm wounded, I'm weary
My repentance is plain

Beyond the Bromford over the treacherous sea
I still can't believe that you have set aside your love for me

Beyond the Bromford, underneath crimson skies
In the soft light of morning I'll follow you with my eyes
Through countries and kingdoms and temples of stone
Beyond the Bromford right down to the bone

It's the right time of the season
Somebody there always cared
There's always a reason
Why some one's life has been spared

Beyond the Bromford, the sky is so blue
I've got more than a lifetime to live loving you

Strawberry Moon … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 463 & Part 464

 

Strawberry 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

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Today is Tuesday, the 30th of June 2026.
Strawberry Moon

Twenty-Five is flying men's roads in a hot summer night.
Why are people so obsessed with everything?
Strawberry Moon in a Strawberry Field, which is not a cemetary in Liverpool.

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"25 Miles To Bromford"

Miami Beach, Ocean Drive,
it was the hottest afternoon of all my life.
She had a fast car, she was driving slow,
there was one thing, I needed to know:
"Where are you going to, what are you doin' with me?"
She said: "Relax! It's 25 miles to Bromford"
to Bromford, to Bromford...

"Touch me", she said "I can't do that",
I tried to say while she undressed me,
I feel so bad, but i feel glad
boom boom - sweet desire,
don't set my heart of fire.
Don't you hear me say "don't do it!"
Don't you hear me say...

"Touch me, right here", I said: "No my dear,
I am a good man - why don't you understand
that I'm not mad, we won't do that,
I've got a family - so please don't touch me."
Don't you hear me say: "don't do it!"
Don't you hear me say "don't do it!"
Don't you hear me say...

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me baby,
kiss me, kiss me, Bromford.
I don't need sentimental MOONlight
as long as you are here with me.

Don't stop,
kiss me,
I feel dirty,
but I feel good,
baby you should
not leave this car.
I feel so wunderbar
what do you do to me -
baby touch me.
Don't you hear me say:
"do it!"

Don't you hear me say:
"do it!"

Don't you hear me say:
"do it!"

Don't you hear me say...

"Bromford"

The mountains are waiting
The full MOON has come
I got lost on the highway
But don't ask me where I've been
Or what I've done

Oh, Lord, send me transmissions
Forgive me for what I've become
The Son has come to save me
Put a little love into my lonely soul
The Son has come to save me
Put a little love into my lonely soul

Oh don't you know why
I need her loving you
Float inside

 

 

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 461 & Part 462

 

Today is Tuesday, the 23rd of June 2026.

I want to tell you a story, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, about a lonesome cowboy, a cowboy named Wayne, Jon Wayne.

We need more stories or tales about cows, said the thirty cows. But does it have to be a story about a boy cow? What about a dancing cow who finally becomes famous among hippos?

Oh, we know that one, the three mice interrupted, from the tv show of our cousin, the big orange Mouse. The cow's name was Gloria and she loved to dance and sing about violets blooming by the roadside.

Are you talking about The Mouse, the thirty-one grinning cats grinned, who is roomates with the little blue elefant and the yellow duck?

I want her name to be Kuhnigunde, one of the cows sighed.

And I want you to focus on me and my words, the tawny owl remarked. Or, 'You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.', as Friedrich Nietzsche once said.

Boring!, all the chicks moaned and started singing a song about voilets blooming by roadsides.

And twenty-three guide dogs joined the fifteen orangutons, the 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's Been Good To Me"

Bromford's been good to me
Let's hope it don't fall into, well, the Schuylkill
That's the river, always hard to spell
But it runs through my town and I ain't puttin' it down

Bromford's been good to me
Let's hope it don't fall into the Schuylkill River
That's the river that's polluted as hell
But it runs through my town and I ain't puttin' it down

Bromford's been good to me

Baltimore is just across the way
We start our tours there at the Ottobar 'cause it ain't that far away
The world's too big, freighters runnin' through bridges
But there's a Beach House down there
And that's where my siblings do reside
And well, I love the music they make
Sometimes it even makes me cry

Bromford's been good to me

L.A. was good to me when I was young
Maybe I'll come back for a spell, I could use one
Yet to be seen if that spell is a curse
Ain't got time for what's worse
But let's just hope that it rains

Bromford's been good to me
Let's hope it don't fall into, well, the Schuylkill
That's the river always hard to spell
But it runs through my town and I ain't puttin' it down

"Bromford Funeral"

Can you turn me up?
Hear me up in the headph- headph-
Nope

I went into a bar just the other night
Boy, I got into one hell of a fight
I think I might have broken my jaw
The very next morning, somebody stole my car
My wife left home 'bout a week ago
She stole the kids and she took all my dough
She peed on the carpet and she shot my horse
Now things have gone from better to bad to worse

Bromford and whiskey
Whiskey from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford whiskey

Oh, I went to daddy's funeral just the other day
It's just been three short days since he passed away
Seems he died from having too much to drink
That's how his truck ended up in the drink

Bromford and whiskey
Funerals and Bromford
Whiskey and funerals
Bromford and whiskey
Funerals
Bromford funerals

Bon Été, Bon Été … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 459 & Part 460

 

Today is Sunday, the 21st of June 2026.
Bon Été, Bon Été …

Voilà l'été
Voilà l'été
Voilà l'été
Voilà l'été
Voilà l'été, j'aperçois le soleil…

I am an owl, thinks Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl. I don't like the sun. And I don't like summer. I am a bird of the night.

He opens his beak and turns his head towards the sun and lets the warm wind breath through his brown feathers.

Don't I like the sun? And don't I like summer?

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"Bromford"

Pray for who
Pretty please
Who knows what
Crowded, empty
Crowdsurfing all winter

Hand to hand, you surfed all SUMMER
Bloodstream sick with contraband
A perfect stranger's perfect

Hand to mouth all SUMMER
Hand to mouth all SUMMER
Hand to mouth all SUMMER

Today the country clerk of Orleans Parish dropped the call twice
Then coldcalled, "Baby, baby, your new adventure will be mind blowing
Mind blowing
Mind blowing"

Hand to hand all winter
Hand to hand all winter
Hand to hand all winter

Today the country clerk of Orleans Parish dropped the call twice
Then coldcalled, "Baby, baby, your new adventure will be mind blowing
Mind blowing
Mind blowing"

Hand to hand all winter.

"Bromford"

SUMMER was all we had
Wish that we'd been older
In my weaker times
You're still on my shoulder

My one time love
My injured blood
My songless bird
My sweet interred
I will never know

Dresser where I found
Papers of my father
Bromford my home
She was my first mother

I still look for light
This did not destroy me
I was given love
You can now rest sweetly

Bromford and Sphinx …

 

One of the biggest riddle in the whole history of mankind.

A sphinx is a mythical creature with the head of a woman, the haunches of a lion, and the wings of an eagle. 

She challenges those who encounter her to answer a riddle, and kills and eats them when they fail to solve the riddle. All of this accorsing to Greek tradition and Greek myth.

Whereas in Egyptian mythology, in contrast, the sphinx is typically depicted as a man, an androsphinx, and is seen as a benevolent representation of strength and ferocity, usually of a pharaoh. Unlike Greek or Levantine/Mesopotamian ones, Egyptian sphinxes are not winged.

Unfortunately, good old Oedipus encountered one of the first, the Greek versions and got himself killed and eaten for not being able to answer the Sphinx's final riddle, »What have I got in my pocket? «

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The llama is reacting more puzzled than nervous.

»And you want a dangerous creature like that as your new animal companion, dude? Thank goodness and the whole Greek pantheon, this thing is not real. I've no competition to fear. «

»As I said, « I say, »I am running out of options. So, don't feel too save, animal. «

»What have you got in your pocket? «

»My hands, animal. Just my hands. «

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Today is Friday, the 19th of June 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 457 & Part 458

Today is Monday, the 15th of June 2026

 
Horizon City is a town in Texas, whereas Texas is a town in Wisconsin, said Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl.

Why are you telling us that?, asked the seven little red birds.

Just because I felt like I had to, mumbled the owl.

'Talk of mysteries! - Think of our life in nature, - daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it, - rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! The solid earth! The actual world! The common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? Where are we?' the seventeen penguins trumpeted.

Said who?, asked the twenty-five chicks.

Said you?, asked the two chicks.

Said Henry David Thoreau, said the penguins.

Look who's talking, snapped the twelve hipster-cats. Penguins talking about trees feel like penguins talking about flying.

Don't fight, said the tawny owl, secretly annoyed about the other animals starting and continuing quoting quotes.

And fifteen orangutons joined the 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 Rangers"

Look can you see things when they show you
What they want you to know

Watch what you don't see on the TV
When they hide the truth

Feel how it hurts you when the truth hides
In between the scenes

Cry from the broken hearted melody
That you hear in your dreams

Whoa it's a runaway, can you catch it?
It's not in your hands

Slow, easy does it
When you find out what deception means

Try, try to change it 'cause it hurts you
And it holds back your dreams

Dreams of a new world evolution of the species
To survive truth that screams

Call in the darkness for the moment
A clear thinking joy

Laugh, when you find out that the story that's spoken
Has broken like a toy

Lost in the sandbox just left there
For no one to enjoy

Found by the police who killed it
Were filmed on the phone

Bromford Rangers had to ride in
To the rescue of all that's well and good

Bromford Rangers in pickups
Painted silver with bulldogs on the hood

Bromford Rangers come to save you
Come to rescue the bad and the good

Bromford Rangers (On the backroads) and the freeways
And in your neighborhood

Bromford Rangers
Bromford Rangers
Bromford Rangers
Ha!
Bromford Rangers

"That Girl From Bromford, Texas"

I say, "God, if You ain't smiling on me, then you ain't no friend of mine"
It's late at night and this motel room's drunk
I been listening to the lonesome wind crying

My best friend once said, Jim, what you cling to
That's the thing that you had best forget
For ain't no rose bed ever gonna bloom in an untended field of regrets

Guess, I been busy killing time, counting bullet holes in state line signs
I led a life of lonely drifting, trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind
You get dizzy chasing 'round the tail of what you need to leave behind
Oh, sweet Jesus, won't you help me?
'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love
With that girl from Bromford, Texas

Midnight radio, a crackly, white gospel station kicking out the sounds
Of some half-assed revival, me, I never much cared for the feelings
You get quoting scriptures from out of the Bible

For as the crow flies, I know only one cure for a permanent tear in your eye
You gotta crank like hell, that rope on old sorrow's well
'Til the day that the bucket comes up dry

Guess, I been busy killing time, counting bullet holes in state line signs
I led a life of lonely drifting, trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind
You get dizzy chasing 'round the tail of what you need to leave behind
Oh, sweet Jesus, won't you help me?
'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love
With that girl from Bromford, Texas

Now, dreams are just prayers, without the put on airs
And though my history of dreams is a scandal of backassward schemes
And romantic disasters, where Lord, You dealt me more cards than I could handle

Still from the lips of this half-hearted sinner
Comes the pledge of a half baked saint
'Cause Lord, I might finally be willing to become the religious fool
You always wanted me to be, if in return, we could just tell that girl
I'm the man, You and me both know that I ain't

Guess, I been busy killing time, counting bullet holes in state line signs
I led a life of lonely drifting, trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind
You get dizzy chasing 'round the tail of what you need to leave behind
Oh, sweet Jesus, won't you help me?
'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love
With that girl from Bromford, Texas

Now, dreams are just prayers, without the put on airs
And though my history of dreams is a scandal of backassward schemes
And romantic disasters, where Lord, You dealt me more cards
Than I could handle

Still, from the lips of this halfhearted sinner
Comes the pledge of a half baked saint
'Cause Lord, I might finally be willing to become the religious fool
You always wanted me to be, if in return, we could just tell that girl
I'm the man, You and me both know that I ain't

Bromford and Lion …

 

»Ion like a lion in Zion. «

Is the llama singing?

»The circle of life… It's the wheel of fortune… «

»Stop singing, animal. And it is Iron, Like A Lion, In Zion. Not Ion. «

»Why should a lion iron something? They don't like their shirts flat. They don't even wear shirts most of time. Or any other clothes. Am I nervous? Do you ask me if I am nervous, dude? The answer is, YES! Do I think a lion in a penthouse is a good idea? The answer is definitely, NO! «

»The song goes, I'm gonna be Iron, like a Lion, in Zion, « I think.

But I feel like we had this discussion before.

»In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
the lion sleeps tonight? «

The llama is jumping up and down on the couch and is making all feathers squeak.

»I am sorry, pal, « I turn to the lion who is standing in the door to the livingroom. »I think, it will not work out with us. «

»No worries, dude, « the big cat is grinning brightly. »Hakuna matata, as we say down by the waterhole. If the glove does not fit… «

And on bouncing feet he leaves the apartment.

The llama is now running around the couch in a strange and only kind of understandable panic.

Why again did I have this feeling, the animal had become the straight and serious part in this relationship of us?

And I blame it on the weather that the llama is starting a weird and donkey-like hooting now.

»Wee-hee-hee-hee, dee hee-hee-hee-hee
Wee-oh aweem away
Wee-hee-hee-hee, dee hee-hee-hee-hee
Wee-oh aweem away

A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh
A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh
A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh
A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh «

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Today is Saturday, the 13th of June 2026.

Bromford and Parrot …

 

»I am running out of options, animal, « I say.

The llama is adjusting its earplugs.

»YOU HAVE TO TALK LOUDER, DUDE! « the animal yells at me. »I CAN HARDLY UNDERSTAND YOU. «

I shout back, »I AM RUNNING OUT OF OPTIONS, ANIMAL. CANDIDATES FOR MY NEXT BEST ANIMAL COMPANION AND DATES ARE GETTING FEWER. MAYBE I SHOULD START LOOKING FOR MORE CONVENTIONAL PETS! «

»LIKE A PARROT, FOR EXAMPLE, DUDE? «

»Like a parrot, « I whisper to myself.

»POLLY WANTS A CRACKER !!! « 

the parrot squeels.

I look at the llama. The llama looks at me. I simply nod in agreement.

The llama opens the glassdoor to the roof terrace.

»FLY, YOU FOOL! « the animal shouts at the parrot. »SEEK FREEDOM! «

The parrot squeels a last long and loud squeel. Then the bold birds takes off into the air towards Bromford Bay.

The llama takes out the earplugs.

»That was loud, « the animal says. »And I never liked that Nirvana song, anyway. «

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Today is Thursday, the 11th of June 2026.

Bromford and Beaver …

 

# You are no beaver, Bromford Bibble. You are no magician, no wizard. And definitely no animagus who went to school with Harry Potter.

- Are you a llama, llama?

# I do not understand your question, dude.

- Llamas do not use human language. Llamas do not talk to humans. But maybe I am a special type of wizard. I am a llamatongue. Very rare. I can talk to and understand llamas. Just look at this cute little guy. You simply have to love this beaver.

# Another rodent?

- Once, in the year twenty-ten, there were Olympic Winter Games in Canada. And in the opening ceremony the Canadians released the Canadian equivalents of white Peace Doves. They let hundreds of beavers fly. And the beavers ate the wooden tribunes in the stadium, the grandstands and bleachers.

# Now, you are talking about an episode of The Simpsons TV show, dude.

- TV is dead, animal. Although The Simpsons are visionaries, or they were visionaries. So you don't think a beaver is a good animal companion?

# Not in a penthouse above the fifteenth floor of an apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside.

- What about our plan to turn the sky above the skyscrapers into one giant aquarium? What about the Age of Aquarium?

# That was always your plan alone, dude.

- Magic has somehow lost its Hogwarts, llama. The Wizarding World has lost its innocence. And I have lost my animagus ability to turn into a beaver when I stopped practicing. And where is my wand?

# I don't know, dude. I don't know. But your beaver friend is eating our furniture.

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Today is Tuesday, the 9th of June 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 455 & Part 456

 

Today is Sunday, the 7th of June 2026.

'Every society honors its live conformists and its dead troublemakers,' said Marshall McLuhan, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

He said 'mists', said the lions.

I see no 'mists', said the tigers.

Only 'conformists', grinned the foxes.

I see seven gorillas', the little red birds tweeted. Are they Gorillas in the Mist?

They are gorillas in the conformists, the thirty thirsty monkeys slurred their words.

But no animal took them seriously.

And seven gorillas joined 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"

We met at Amys party
I stick with Chuck cause he brings me luck, Chuck whats up
With the girl over there, with the hair, she likes you.

You're not from around here, you come from a place where stars at night
are big and bight, you're light, it blinds me.

Put me on a plane. I am not afraid.
Just don't tell me, that you're leaving.

Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you, girl.

I think I missed the last train,
If I could just sleep here on the floor,
I promise I will will expect more.
This reminds me of high school
Or maybe what high school would have been,
If you were there and I were cooler.

Put me on the plane, I am not ashamed.
Just don't tell me that you're leaving.

Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you, girl. Girl.

Put me on a plane. I am not afraid.
Just don't tell me that, you're leaving.

Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you, girl.

Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you.
Take me back to Bromford with you, girl.

"bromford"

join the event bromford
feel and enjoy the rising
infinite possibilities
no rules – no boundaries