Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Bromford and Monster - Part 1

 

»What is this, dude? Is Hollywood nearing?«

The llama is chewing the curtains of the living-room windows after it has remarked they could use another washing. Or a first one? Who could tell?

»Are you talking about the Hollywood like in the movies and the whole film business and industry, animal?«

»I just saw the monster in your latest picture, although it looks more like some kind of demon…«

»You know that you are using filling phrases like 'some kind of' or 'something like that' a lot in this blockblog of mine, don't you, animal?«

»Who doesn't, human? Who doesn't? Well, just to finish my thought or thoughts, I saw that blue monster in the picture and it was not Cookie Monster from Sesame Street - unless Cookie went all crazy lately because some 'so-called' woke bunch of elitists forced him or her to become a sugarfree and vegane and green Cabbage Monster in our 'so-called' modern times.«

»Animal!«

»What, dude? Let me use my quotation marks the way I want. And let me add some 'so-called' anti-woke points and conspiracy theories to this block. We are living in very trumpled times lately where poor old Cookie Monster is forced to renounce his cookies and may return without his boyhood from school as Madame Cookie if we do not vote for the right person next week.«

»I am very surprised where this conversation went.«

My eye-brows are touching my hairline.

»We were talking about dirty curtains, about Hollywood and all of a sudden we are talking about voting for an orange-faced man with strange ideas although we are not living in the United States of one part of the American continents and do not have a vote in this election. As they say, that escalated quickly.«

»In Springfield, they are eating llamas, dude! Can you save me from those extremely dangerous and criminal Hirogians, dude? Can you?«

The llama is spitting out the remains of the curtains murmering something like,

»I'll clean up that mess later.«

Then it takes a deep breath, throws the curly hair on its head back and looks me straight in the eyes.

»I wanted to start this blockblog-post with the following sentence,

Halloween is nearing.

Then I somehow confused Halloween with Hollywood and I got carried away. I beg your pardon, dude. So, you still are not done with searching for a new companion? And just because Halloween is near you thought you might want to invite a monster or a demon or whatever it is to our apartment? Am I getting this right? How many times will I have to read a title 'Bromford and…' again?«

»Around seventy times«, I mumble, »if I do not find other additional candidates.«

And all the animal has left to say is,

» HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!!«

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Today is Tuesday, the 29th of October 2024.


Friday, October 25, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 318 & Part 319

Today is Friday, the 25th of October 2024.

The white doves are tired.
They haven't flown for a while...

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"Bromford Hall"

No one gets away
We know how it ends, it's not a matter of time
It's a matter of when
If the heavens show grace and the suffering relents
With a knife stroke of luck you can outlive your friends
Is it grace, is it grace
If they leave you on your own
So lucky, alive and all alone

No one outruns the dark in the end
Both the saint and the sinner
No one's exempt
It's a matter of fact and a matter of time
Til those once false alarms turn funeral chimes
Is it grace, is it grace
To be the last one spared
Is it lucky to die with no one there

No one believes there's a hound watching them
It's those old superstitions, the yarns that we spin
It was perfect for her and useful for him
But insulting to me when all of my friends
Common sense is salvation
Then grace is not hell
How lucky I'd be to be all by myself
Knowing it's too late to cry for help

























"Peace On Bromford"

Well now
Goodbye my friend, it was good to know you
I hope you understand
Twenty-one years and I ain't got nothin'
But I'm sittin' here wonderin' if I can

Wishin' and dreamin', hopin' and reachin'
For things I was never meant to have
If my foolish life's a product of my gross misconceptions
Who's gonna give a damn?

I don't want
Peace on Bromford
I just wanna to go
I just wanna to go home

Well I know I never was much more than you expected
So I expect I won't disappoint
But my dreams are not as hollow as the empty world I saw
Though I guess I never did get the point

Life can not just be the only option left
The only thing you can count on in this world is regret

I don't want
Peace on Bromford
I just wanna go
I just wanna go home

Right world, wrong time
And they say to me
"Hang cool teddy bear"

Best thing to do is just feed 'em fear
Get 'em thinking about there and forgetin' about here

Don't try to fight, don't try to win
When they knock you down
You gotta get back up again

I don't wanna be an end
To break this back and bleed these hands
To take my strength and all I am
To steal my soul for all your plans

I, I don't wanna be
But I'm not so self righteous to think that I
Would not take one hundred thousand lives

To see, oh, my mothers eyes
And trace that southern smile
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die

I don't want too much more than
A working man deserves
Just a life worth living
And a death worth dying for
Oh
I don't want
Peace on Bromford
I so want
Peace on Bromford
I don't want
Peace on Bromford
Oh, I so want
Peace on Bromford

And I just wanna go home
I just want to go home
I just want to go home
I just want to go home
I just want to go home
I don't want
Peace on Bromford




Thursday, October 17, 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 316 & Part 317 / Hunter's Moon …

 
Because something is happening here
but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?


It's Hunter's Moon. A hunter called Hunter is hunting a buck under a Hunter's Moon because it is hunting season. Let's call him Hunter Jones.

I was down at the New Amsterdam
Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
With a black-haired flamenco dancer


I know songs mentioning Mr. Jones and Mrs. Jones.
Maybe I should check them for names of cities and places in the titles.

Me and Mrs. Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it go now


Nobody stands in between me and my man
It's me and Mr. Jones
(Me and Mr. Jones)

My head aches …
And yet, there are city songs to guess …

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Hunter's Moon

Yes, I′m being followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my hands
Lose my plow, lose my land
Oh, if I ever lose my hands
Oh, if, I won't have to work no more

And if I ever lose my eyes
If my colours all run dry
Yes, if I ever lose my eyes
Oh, if, I won′t have to cry no more

Yes, I'm being followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my legs
I won't moan, and I won′t beg
Oh, if I ever lose my legs
Oh, if, I won′t have to walk no more

And if I ever lose my mouth
All my teeth, north and south
Yes, if I ever lose my mouth
Oh, if, I won't have to talk …


Today is Thursday, the 17th of October 2024.

The Eagles are coming! The Eagles are coming!

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"Bromford Song"

What about sunrise?
What about rain?
What about all the things
That you said we were to gain?

What about killing fields?
Is there a time?
What about all the things
That you said was yours and mine?

Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we′ve shed before?
Did you ever stop to notice
This crying Bromford, these weeping shores?

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh


What have we done to the world?
Look what we've done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son?

What about flowering fields?
Is there a time?
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine?

Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war?
Did you ever stop to notice
This crying Bromford, these weeping shores?

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

I used to dream
I used to glance beyond the stars
Now I don′t know where we are
Although I know we've drifted far


Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Hey, what about yesterday?
(What about us?)
What about the seas?
(What about us?)
The heavens are falling down
(What about us?)
I can't even breathe
(What about us?)

What about apathy?
(What about us?)
I need you
(What about us?)
What about nature′s worth?
(Ooh)
It′s our planet's womb
(What about us?)

What about animals?
(What about it?)
We′ve turned kingdoms to dust
(What about us?)
What about elephants?
(What about us?)
Have we lost their trust
(What about us?)

What about crying whales?
(What about us?)
We're ravaging the seas
(What about us?)
What about forest trails?
(Ooh)
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us?)

What about the holy land?
(What about it?)
Torn apart by creed
(What about us?)
What about the common man?
(What about us?)
Can′t we set him free
(What about us?)

What about children dying?
(What about us?)
Can't you hear them cry?
(What about us?)
Where did we go wrong?
(Ooh)
Someone tell me why
(What about us?)

What about baby boy?
(What about it?)
What about the days?
(What about us?)
What about all their joy?
(What about us?)
What about the man?
(What about us?)

What about the crying man?
(What about us?)
What about Abraham?
(What about us?)
What about death again?
(Ooh)
Do we give a damn?

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh


























"Bromford"

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Hey, Bromford, oh, Bromford

Bromford, if you will
Please send a little girl for me to thrill
A girl who wants my kisses and my arms
A girl with all the charms of you
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Bromford, make her fair
A lovely girl with sunlight in her hair
And take the brightest stars up in the skies
And place them in her eyes for me
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Bromford, goddess of love that you are
Surely the things I ask
Can′t be too great a task


Bromford, if you do
I promise that I always will be true
I'll give her all the love I have to give
As long as we both shall live
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Bromford, goddess of love that you are
Surely the things I ask
Can′t be too great a task

Bromford, if you do
I promise that I always will be true
I'll give her all the love I have to give
As long as we both shall live
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Hey, Bromford, oh, Bromford
Make my wish come true
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)