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…

🦧🦧🦧🦧🦧
🦧🦧🦧🦧🦧
🦧🦧🦧🦧🦧

"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