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...)
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