Bromford and Frog ...

 

I met that princess the other night. And she she told me if she'd kissed me I would turn into a prince… a frog prince. And so… I kissed her. She was a frog princess.

Did you know that the princess with the golden ball in the orginal German fairy-tale did not kiss the frog? She threw him against a wall, if I am not mistaking.

Not a true love's kiss broke the spell but an act of pure violence? That's so typical German. That's too bad, animal, too sad.

That's life, dude, that's live. And now come out of that pond. And be careful. Don't let the witches catch you on their way to the Blocksberg tonight. 'Cause if they catch you they will throw you into their cauldrons and brew the strangest brews out of your green frog legs.

Why does it feel like I am cheating today, animal?

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Today is Thursday, the 30th of April 2026.
Walpurgis Night

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 441 & Part 442

 

Today is Tuesday, the 28th of April 2026.

Giddy up!

A harsh loud shout sounded the very early morning.

Let's go!

Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl, recognized the three wild boars grunting this time.

Move!

Now the wolves were giving commands.

Speed up!

The snails? Talking about speeding up? They must have been joking.

Twenty-Five opened his eyes. He was preparing for a day-long sleep when the shouting began, but now he saw other members of his caravan of animals surrounding a group of twenty-eight brown horses.

Please, said one of the horses, we are not your pack animals, and we don't like to be ordered around like that!

We may have long faces and big heads, one of the horses' fellows added, but instead of jumping fences and water obstacles we'd better like using our big heads for thinking deep thoughts.

And a third horse agreed, Pull your own carriages and load carts down the roads and always remember what Federico Garcia Lorca once wrote, 

'I know there is no straight road
No straight road in this world
Only a giant labyrinth
Of intersecting crossroads.'

Hey! Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl complained. Quoting is my thing in this caravan!

And the twenty-eight horses joined 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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"Good Blood Bromford City"

Marigold
This is the day for big decisions, you know
Follow your lodestar
Starry eyes, smoky eyes, urgent eyes
This is the surge of the good blood rising

If you're running, I'm coming
If we're going then we're going tonight
And, oh, to go to Bromford City
When the sun goes down, the night explodes in their eyes
This is the surge of the good blood rising

Oh, oh
Marigold
This is the day for big decisions, you know
Follow your lodestar
Starry eyes, smoky eyes, urgent eyes
This is the surge of the good blood rising

If you're running, I'm coming
If we're going then we're going tonight
And, oh, to go to Bromford City
When the sun goes down, the night explodes in their eyes
This is the surge of the good blood rising

(Good blood rising) Ooh
(Good blood rising) This is the day for big decisions, you know
(Good blood rising) Good blood rising
(Good blood rising) Good blood rising
(Good blood rising)

If you're running, I'm coming
Are we going tonight?
And, oh, to go to Bromford City
When the sun goes down, the night explodes in their eyes
This is the surge, this is the surge
If you're running, I'm coming
Are we going tonight?
Oh, to go to Bromford City
When the sun goes down, the night explodes in their eyes
This is the surge of the good blood rising (Woo)

"Medley: Jack & Neal / Bromford, Here I Come"

Jack was sitting poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
Neal hunched at the wheel putting everyone in stitches
Bragging about some nurse he screwed while driving through Nebraska
And when she came she honked the horn
Neal just barely missed a truck
And then he asked her if she'd like to come like that to Bromford
You see a red head in a uniform will always get you horny
Yeah and with her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat
She drove like Andy Granatelli and knew how to fix a flat
And Jack was almost at the bottom of his MD 2020
Neal was yelling out the window trying to buy some bennies
From a Lincoln full of Mexicans and the left rear tire blowed
And the sons of bitches pretty near almost ran us off the road
And while the nurse had spilled the Maneshewitz all up and down her dress
And then she lit the map on fire Neal just had to guess
Should we try and find a bootleg route or a filling station open
The nurse was dumping out her purse and looking for an envelope
And Jack was out of cigarettes and as we crossed the yellow line
The gas pumps looked like tombstones from here
And it felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car pulls away
And the moonlight dressed the double breasted foothills in the mirror
Weaving out a negligee and a black brassiere
And the Mercury was running hot and we were almost out of gas
Just then Florence Nightingale she dropped her drawers and
Stuck her fat ass half way out of the window to a Wilson Pickett tune
And shouted Get a load of this and gave the finger to the moon

Counting one eyed Jacks and whistling dixie in the car
Neal was doing least a hundred when we saw a falling star
And Florence wished that Neal would hold her instead of chewing on his cigar
Jack was nodding out and wishing he was in a bar
With Charlie Parker on the bandstand and not a worry in the world
And a glass of beer in one hand and his arms around a girl
Neal was singing to the nurse Underneath the Harlem Moon
And somehow you could just tell we'd be in Bromford soon

Open up your golden gates
Bromford here I come
I said Bromford here I come
Look out Bromford here I come

Bromford and Blowfish …

 

# Dude?

- Yes, llama?

# Do you really think that is a blowfish?

- Well, maybe. Maybe not.

# This is a blowfish.

- Where did you get this picture, animal?

# From Hootie and the Blowfish, I think.

- What is Hootie and the blowfish? A pet shop?

# Hootie and the Blowfish are no Pet Shop Boys. Hootie and the Blowfish are an American rock band formed in the 80s.

- Are they still a thing? Both acts?

# Who knows, dude? Who knows? And who cares?

- I think your blowfish looks more like the punk of a blowfish. What about these spikes? What are these spikes for?

# I don't know, dude. You were the one who started this whole blowfish thing with today's picture where the Bromford does not look like a Bromford and the blowfish does not look like a blowfish.

- This is the Age of Aquarium, animal, where humpback whales are stranding in the Baltic Sea and doctor fish and blue whales and jellyfish and blowfish are living in penthouse apartments on little houses on the rooftops of skyscrapers.

# What is wrong with you, dude?

- I don't know, animal. I don't know. It feels like it is Wednesday today.

# It is Wednesday, indeed, dude. Wednesday, actually.

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Today is Wednesday, the 22nd of April 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 439 & Part 440

Today is Monday, the 20th of April 2026.

The Power of the Four. Wait and see what is going to happen.

Mr. Zebra, Twenty-Five, the tawny owl, asked, do you know that old saying by that one well -known author Philip K. Dick, 'Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.'?

Some railroad-crossing zebras on the way to the water-hole did not even stop to answer.

Death sounds like four to us, the fourteen caterpillars sighed and the twenty-six butterflies agreed.

Do all caterpillars turn into butterflies in the end?, the four pandas wondered.

And twenty zebras joined 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: The Story So Far"

Welcome to Bromford, the story so far
The story so far

At first there was a vaccum
Where creation came to be
Singing 'save me'
'save me'

Were we abandoned in the ether
Or did someone set us free?
Love me, love me

Bromford, Bromford, the story so far

Welcome to Bromford, the story so far
The story so far

There was a baby in a stable
Some say it was the Lord
Singing 'save me', 'save me'

Why if it's no more than a fable
Should it strike so deep a chord?
Love me, love me

Bromford, Bromford, the story so far
Welcome to Bromford

Science broke the news
The only absolute is light
Save me, save me

Wasn't that the message
Of the star on Christmas night?
Love me, love me

Bromford, Bromford, the story so far
Welcome to Bromford

"Bromford"

Though your brother's bound and gagged
And they've chained him to a chair
Won't you please come to Bromford
Just to sing

In a land that's known as freedom
How can such a thing be fair
Won't you please come to Bromford
For the help that we can bring

We can change the world
Re-arrange the world
It's dying ... to get better

Politicians, sit yourselves down
There's nothing for you here
Won't you please come to Bromford
For a ride?

Don't ask Jack to help you
'Cause he'll turn the other ear

Won't you please come to Bromford
Or else join the other side?


We can change the world
Re-arrange the world
It's dying, if you believe in justice
It's dying, if you believe in freedom
It's dying, let a man live his own life
It's dying, rules and regulations, who needs them
Throw them out the door

Somehow people must be free
I hope the day comes soon
Won't you please come to Bromford
Show your face?

From the bottom of the ocean
To the mountains on the moon
Won't you please come to Bromford?
No one else can take your place

We can change the world
Re-arrange the world
It's dying, if you believe in justice
It's dying, and if you believe in freedom
It's dying, let a man live his own life
It's dying, rules and regulations, who needs them
Throw them out the door

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 437 & Part 438

 

Today is Sunday, the 12th of April 2026.

The tawny owl asked twelve frogs that were crossing the street, Do you know the old Zen proverb, 'The frog in the pond knows little of the great ocean'?

The frogs croaked, We know it but it is not true. We know of the ponds and the rivers and the oceans and the rain and the clouds. And we know of the universal connection.

Is it the water? the koalas asked bored and yawned.

Immortality exists only in water, the frogs answered.

And Twenty-Five, our tawny owl, began to wonder when he would not be the wised owl in the crowd any longer.

 

Ribbit!

Meanwhile the twelve frogs joined 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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Going To Bromford (My Carnival)

Well, I'm going to Bromford
Gonna see the Mardi Gras
Yes, I'm going to Bromford
Gonna see the Mardi Gras
When I get there
All the girls gonna know who they are

When I get to Bromford
Gonna do my thing
Yes, I get to Bromford
Gonna do my thing
Cause when I get there
I'm gonna see the Zulu king
(Woo!)

Well, I'm going to Bromford
Gonna see the Mardi Gras
Yes, I'm going to Bromford
Gonna see the Mardi Gras
When all the girls get there
They gonna know who they are

"I Can't See Bromford"

From here, no lines are drawn
From here, no lands are owned
13,000 and holding
Swallowed in the purring of her engines
Tracking the beacon here
"Is there a signal there
On the other side?
On the other side?
What do you mean 'side of what things'?"


And you said
And you did
And you said
You would find me here
And you said
You would find me even in death
And you said
And you said
You'd find me


But I can't see Bromford
As I'm circling down
Through white cloud
Falling out and
I know his lips are warm
But I can't seem to find
My way out, my way out
I can't see Bromford
As I'm circling down
Through white cloud
Falling out and
I know his lips are warm
But I can't seem to find
My way out, my way out
Of this hunting ground

From here
Crystal meth in metres of millions
In the end all we have, soul blueprint
And did we get lost in it?
Do we conduct a search for this?
"From the other side
From the other side
What do they mean 'side of what things'?"


And you said
And you did
And you said
You would find me here
And you said
You would find me even in death
And you said
And you said
You'd find me


But I can't see Bromford
As I'm circling down
Through white cloud
Falling out and
I know his lips are warm
But I can't seem to find
My way out, my way out
I can't see Bromford
As I'm circling down
Through white cloud
Falling out and
I know your lips are warm
But I can't seem to find
My way out, my way out
Of your hunting ground


You again
It's you again
I can't see, I can't see Bromford
I can't see, I can't see Bromford
From the other side
I hum from the other side

 

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 435 & Part 436

 

Today is Saturday, the 4th of April 2026.

Ewoks! They made me think about Ewoks! No-one likes Ewoks! Get rid of those Ewoks!

The tawny owl woke up with a start. Even after he realized that it was just a dream, he could not stop thinking about Ewoks from a green moon.

Do you think, all the wise monkeys asked the fourteen foxes because they thought the foxes were smart, Do you think our Twenty-Five is a reincarnated human born on or before May 25, 1973?

The foxes did not know what the monkeys meant and tried to make friends with all thirty-seven chicks instead.

But the astro-cats grinned inside their helmets.

We see, what you did there, they said to the monkeys. Because he does not like Ewoks he must be born on or before May 25, 1973, or be a reincarnation of a human being born on or before May 25, 1973.

The monkeys just nodded.

And they all imagined The Ewok Line for a while - a fictional graph, which correlates the birth year of a person and the subsequent appreciation of Ewoks, fictional teddy bear-like creatures from the 1983 Star Wars film Return of the Jedi. Those born on or before May 25, 1973 have a low appreciation of the film's creatures, while those born after this date have an affinity for them. This is because those who saw the Ewoks in Return of the Jedi, which was released theatrically on May 25, 1983, who were 10 or under still loved their teddy bears, giving them an increased appreciation for the Ewoks, whereas the older ones just found them annoying.

Everybody loves Ewoks, the koalas said with sadly hanging ears.

Or, as Arthur Rimbaud once said, said Twenty-Five, the tawny owl, 'Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.'

And four pandas joined 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"

Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser

O novinho me olhou e quis comer minha pepequinha
Hoje eu vou dar pro novinho, fode, fode a Larissinha
O novinho me olhou e quis comer minha pepequinha
Hoje eu vou dar pro novinho, fode, fode a Larissinha

Every time I try to run, you put your curse all over me
I surrender at your feet, baby, put it all on me
Every time I try to pray you away, you got me on my knees
I surrender at your feet, baby, put it all on me

I love it when you turn me on
I love it when you turn it on
I love it when you turn me on
So come back in and turn it on

Turn me on
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser
Turn me on
O novinho me olhou e quis comer minha pepequinha
Turn me on
Hoje eu vou dar pro novinho, fode, fode a Larissinha
Turn me on
O novinho me olhou e quis comer minha pepequinha
Turn me on
Hoje eu vou dar pro novinho, fode, fode a Larissinha
Turn me on

Bota na boca, bota na cara
Bota na boca, bota na cara
Bota na boca, bota na cara
Bota na boca, bota na cara
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser

Baby, ride me till the darkness of the night
Kill me softly like you want me euthanized, oh, yeah
Hot like rising sun, burning everything she touch
She don't even want your money, can buy you and someone else
She's addicted to the rush, I can never get enough
She desensitized to money, need to pay with something else

Baby, you turn me on
Ooh, you turn me on
Baby, you turn me on
Love it when you turn me on

Hit it from the back, she louder than two sold-out nights
I think she fell in love, she said she trusts me with her life, ah
Hot like rising sun, burning everything she touch
She don't even want your money, can buy you and someone else
She's addicted to the rush, I can never get enough
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota na boca, bota na cara
She desensitized to money, need to pay with something else

Baby, you turn me on
I love it when you turn me on
I love it when you turn me on
I love the way you turn it on
See how you turn me on?
I love it when you turn me on
I love it when you turn me on
So now I gotta turn it on
Oh, baby

Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh

Take it easy, easy on me
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser
Take it easy, easy on me, oh
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser
Take it easy, easy on me
Oh, oh, oh

Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota na boca, bota na cara
Bota na boca, bota na cara
Bota na boca, bota na cara
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser

"Sleeping Bear, Bromford"

Oh, Sleeping Bear!
Ran to the top and got scared
Of what I could see


Oh, Lamb of God!
Tell us your perfect design
And give us the rod

Oh, Sturgeon Bay!
Covered completely in sand
And covered in sun

Oh, Bromford!
Give up, the rocking boat's drowned
The Captain is done

 

Pink Moon … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 433 & Part 434

 

Pink Moon

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

Today is Thursday, the 2nd of April 2026.
Pink Moon

The night is dark and full of shadows…

'How can it be dark under a full moon?' Twenty-Five, the tawny owl, wondered. 'Under a Pink Moon? And why is there a city song quiz so soon?'

'We will not stop until every day of the week will be city-song-quiz-day. And we are starting with our self-proclaimed holidays such as full moons or season starts. Did we not celebrate Groundhog Day? When will be start celebrating Saint Patrick's Day? Is there a Green Moon that is not orbiting the planet of Endor?' a mindless voice announced.

'Why must I think about those koalas when I think about the forest moon of Endor?' the tawny owl asked himself.

'It's time to wake up, owl!' the mindless voice announced. 'WAKE UP!'

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"Old Bromford"

When you're walking in old Bromford
Lanterns under the night sky
See the MOON begin to rise
Just like it did back home

Old men smoking in cafes
Junk boats floating in the bay
Think of me when you're away
In old Bromford

With no ties, with no plans
Your last dollar in your hands
Take a picture and send it back
To someone you used to know

Things will always find their way
From the backroads to the bay
There's more to do than there is to say
In old Bromford

With no ties, with no plans
Your last dollar in your hands
Take a picture and send it back
To someone you used to know

 

"Kashka From Bromford"

Kashka from Bromford
Lives in sin, they say
With another man
But no one knows who

Old friends never call there
Some wonder if life's
Inside at all
If there's life inside at all

But we know the lady who rents the room
She catches them calling a la lune

At night
They're seen
Laughing
Loving
They know
The way
To be
Happy

They never go for walks
Maybe it's because
The MOON's not bright enough
There's light in love, you see

I watch their shadows
Tall and slim
In the window opposite
I long to be with them

'Cause when all the alley-cats come out
I can hear music from Kashka's house

At night
They're seen
Laughing
Loving
They know
The way
To be
Happy

Watching every night
Don't you know they're seen?
Won't you let me laugh?
Let me in your love
Watching every night
Don't you know they're seen?
Won't you let me laugh?
Let me in your love
Watching every night
Don't you know they're seen?
Won't you let me laugh?
Let me in your love
Watching every night
Don't you know they're seen?
Won't you let me laugh?