Strawberry Mint … Part 2

 

"What has science ever done for us?"  
Moe Szyslak, bartender (in “Judgment Day”)

What exactly do you actually do with strawberry mint, that plant with the small, oval leaves and the rounded serrations along the edges? What exactly - apart from receiving the plant as a gift in a plastic flowerpot, planting it in the garden, watching it grow and spread, and then wondering what on earth you’re supposed to season with it? Should I perhaps not have followed the surely well‑meant advice, and should I not have uprooted everything, stalk and stem, tied it into bundles, and hung it up in the attic to dry, as I eventually did? And should I then have gone through the trouble of painstakingly removing the leaves from the rest of the plant by hand and mixing them with likewise dried lemon herb, in order to finally use this mixture as tea? Where, for thunder’s sake, is the magic book “Strawberry Mint - and One Thousand Ways to Use It” when you desperately need it?

The infusion you get when you pour hot water over the wilted foliage has a light, amber‑like color and a spicy aroma. The tea tastes strongly minty and not too bitter. Still, I have a slight fear that every time I drink the brew, I’m poisoning myself just a little - like back then when I ate the shells of pumpkin seeds because I didn’t know any better. Be that as it may, the fact remains that every time I drink this home‑brewed beverage, I get raging headaches. Maybe I should patent it. The world’s first tea from original, genuine organic cultivation that causes headaches. For risks and side effects, consult your doctor or pharmacist.

Please don’t call us - we won’t call you!

P.S. Panic Room - More Jodie Foster, more sense, and even more suspense.

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Sunday, the 23rd of August 2026.

The End is Near... Part 2

What I am doing? Don't ask me what I am doing.

The world ends on a Thursday.
Marius Müller‑Westernhagen

This Thursday?

Come on then, THURSday!

You still have 3 hour and 52 minutes to convince me otherwise.

Good night, world!

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Thursday, the 20th of August 2026.

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,
»o
o
o
Blub 🐠«

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

Memo says,

»o
o
o
Blub 🐠«

»How is your anemone? Comfy?«
I ask

Memo says,

»o
o
o
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)