Full Corn 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
Lies that will divide
Us both in time
See the turncoat on his knees
The vagabond that no one sees
When that MOON stole your shadows
When you can't save the ones you caught in battle
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
Lies that will divide
Us both in time
See the turncoat on his knees
The vagabond that no one sees
When that MOON stole your shadows
When you can't save the ones you caught in battle
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Today is Saturday, the 26th of September 2026
Full Corn Moon
Today is Saturday, the 26th of September 2026
Full Corn Moon
»How old do you have to become to see your 500th full moon?« Twenty-Five, the tawny owl wondered. »Older than an average owl's life?«
But maybe today we are celebrating the 500th of something completely different.
»My caravan is waiting for me,« the tawny owl sighed and took off into another evening.
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"Bromford Girl"
The devil MOON took me through the alley
Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale
To the Mews running through the backstreets
Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep
The devil MOON took me out of Soho
Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow
Sucked along by a winter shower
To stand beside your shining tower
This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
Just the sound of your voice
Wherever I may be changes everything
And then the world's right with me
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
And I ain't got no choice
The light was going out, the MOON was dying
The night was turning to a fine Spring morning
The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting
The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain
When the cold winds come to find you
Blowing down from the top of the high rise
I'll come and take you back down to Soho
Away from all those mad men's eyes
This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice
This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice
The devil MOON took me through the alley
Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale
To the Mews running through the backstreets
Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep
The devil MOON took me out of Soho
Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow
Sucked along by a winter shower
To stand beside your shining tower
This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
Just the sound of your voice
Wherever I may be changes everything
And then the world's right with me
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
And I ain't got no choice
The light was going out, the MOON was dying
The night was turning to a fine Spring morning
The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting
The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain
When the cold winds come to find you
Blowing down from the top of the high rise
I'll come and take you back down to Soho
Away from all those mad men's eyes
This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice
This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you walk
You're my Bromford girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice
"Bromford"
Your multilingual business friend
Has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
And the lipstick, unmade bed
The mirror, on reflection
Has climbed back upon the wall
For the floor she found descended
And the ceiling was too tall
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long
Town clock in the market square
Stands waiting for the hour
When its hands they both turn backward
And on meeting will devour
Both themselves and also any fool
Who dares to tell the time
And the sun and MOON will shadow
And the signpost cease to sign
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long
Oh, your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long
Your trouser cuffs are dirty...
Your multilingual business friend
Has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
And the lipstick, unmade bed
The mirror, on reflection
Has climbed back upon the wall
For the floor she found descended
And the ceiling was too tall
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long
Town clock in the market square
Stands waiting for the hour
When its hands they both turn backward
And on meeting will devour
Both themselves and also any fool
Who dares to tell the time
And the sun and MOON will shadow
And the signpost cease to sign
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long
Oh, your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You'd better take off your Bromford
'Cause your overcoat is too long
Your trouser cuffs are dirty...
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