Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Sweats!"
(Song:) AH GOT DA SWEATS, I got the Sweats! Damned BUGS here in the Tropics; I got dah Sweats!
I got dah BATS! I got da Bats. Better call Doctor WHISKY; he knows just how to get rid of that!
I got the FEVER; AH GOT da Fever! That Peggy Lee Song; You KNOW she's been there, to sing that song?
I got the SWEATS, yup! I got da Sweats. Only mad dogs & Englishmen (Out in the midday sun) R prone to that!
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Street."
...THE STREET GIVETH, THE STREET taketh away. Any Homeless person will tell U that...Got NO Babee anymore!
Boulevards, Strasser's, Via de Corso-ROMA, the grimy streets of London/its "Underground", the Paris METRO?
The Street giveth, the throngs, the People, future Lovers, the antagonists, the Francois Villon, Poets & thieves that U R sure to meet?
The Street GIVETH, the Street taketh away; THIS Mariachi, Minstrel, a Busker who strummed & sang his life away? Songs, compositions describing U, daily life, as U pass me by.
The Street giveth and the World BUTTERFLIES yet TIME ITSELF takes OUR song into nothingness. Time, weighed by its eternity, against-which our Song, in desperation, looks for a rhyme, dissolving as we sing.
The Street giveth. The Street taketh away, not WHOLE but in Life's chapters, existing, we must pay. "Where's mah goddamned Whisky!? Or O.K. I'll share my Tobacco/who scrounged the pizza?"
Even living under a bridge, living on the Street folks have their needs: On the Street! & the Street giveth; anyone will tell U that...BUT! U got NO Babee anymore. Someone's got their no Babee anymore...On the Street.
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Alongside the Simming Pool!"
...ALONGSIDE THE SWIMMING POOL, on the patio where sloe-eyed Lobsters R never ever-EVER expecting to be boiled-alive, a 'la Christoper Isherwood's "The Berlin Diaries", RE: NAZI-PARTY (?) victims, Jews, Homosexuals, Gypsys or anyone resistant to GOOSE-STEPPING into an "Uber-Mensch" demi-monde-paradise?...
...where BOOKS R burnt & a fanatic Ideology/THEOLOGY (Present day ISLAM!) over rules all common sense in the name of some Icon, some man in the sky, his head covered, a robe or his babe in a HIJAB hardly likely to be attired for inter-planetary travel? (No Scriptures/Quran mention an airport Wheelie-Bag?)
Alongside the swimming pool in an illusory, David Hockney-painting blue, a fake gaiety, a colorized "Film Noir", images, symbols, a 'la SWATIKAS, history repeats it reptilian BOOGALOO! No-one believes it's coming. No one believes it can come down to U? (A Holocaust!!!?)
And the DEVIL makes work for retarded, idle hands, The BERLIN DIARIES, a hungry MOB'S hysteria, that curdle of social hysteria which, to this day, we fail to arrest or understand. The Middle East SEWER of Hate, 7 tribes (a Cumorah) of Hatfields & McCoy's, never to be at peace less a Pied Piper takes all their indoctrinated Kids away?
Alongside the swimming pool, on the patio, under tropic sun, remotely un-comprehending that RE-SURGENT FORCE of Medievalism despite benevolent great Muslim Matriarchs, Imans, Rabbis, Buddas, Priests who exhibit, preach harmony, yet now bland Islamic fanatics, VIRAL, groom, rape & assault our Western Christian Children!?
Alongside the swimming pool to bloody, to usurp then drain it dry where apathy, personal comfort, UN-caring prevails; is it NO WONDER we allow Tomorrows new TERROR to - historically - periodically reign? But, as with Nazis, Tamburlaine, Genghis Kan, Muslim invaders: JUSTICE for your inflicted INSANITY: The GUILLOTINE certainly awaits!
(TICK-TOCK! TICK-TOCK!) We Westerners can put up with a lot of CRAP! But U should know...(We don't take no Prisoners!).
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
Our Man in Europe/now in Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Man who watched the Trains go by." (A'pres the Novel by French Writer, George Simenon.)
(Folkie tune:) "The Man who watched the Trains go by."
...I AIN'T TRAVELLING ANYMORE. I ain't a-roaming anymore. The TRAIN (See previous Blogpost) has left the Station; there's nobody on board? I ain't going nowhere, happily, for once & all
I ain't falling in Love again. I ain't the Man U'd ever want. My heart isn't broken, but my Soul is plum worn out? Chancers R I'll never fall in love again. I was never the dude U think I am, gone to seed, mostly whisky-sedated is where I am. AMORE, sadly, arrivederci! (Don't invite me to your -College-Graduation - PROMS!!!)
...I don't regret the Life I've chosen & I couldn't give a damned what people think? -No regrets, but that's not true, but REGRETS R worthless, a lock of hair, a mirror's reflective stare never, & U NEVER see yourself, YOUR actual U? But IF U do? Go buy a lottery ticket!
...I watch the Night Trains pass me by. A train-carriage-window-lit-chequer-board in transit, flying by. I'm now the Man who watches the Trains go by as our dreams, launched into an Icarian sky, unfailing, to crash on down. I watch the Night Trains pass me by...But still think of, there's always SOMEBODY, a "U!"?
I ain't DYING anymore. No-way JOSE! I ain't dying anymore! If LIVING is DYING, I'll leave it up to U. I survived MY Wars but know no Peace, so kick me to the sidewalk; And if U like I''ll make GOD my PEACE but THIS Old Rockstar ain't travelling anymore. AND BADDABOOM!!!
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "THIS Train!" (For Music Video, see post's footnotes.)
...THIS TRAIN don't carry no passengers, this train! This Train don't carry no passengers, this train? This Train don't carry no passengers/but it might take U to the Other Side; this train don't carry no passengers: This Train!
(A well-a-well a well, -a-well-a well-a well!)
This Train don't need your sympathy, THIS Train! This train don't need your sympathy, this train? This Train don't need your sympathy, but it might fly U to the other Side? This train don't need your sympathy, this train.
(A well-a-well-a well: A ZAK-ZAK-ZAK!!!)
This Train don't carry no passengers, this Train. This Train don't carry no passengers, this Train? This Train don't carry no passengers; but it might fly U to the Other Side, this Train don't carry no passengers, this Train...
(Singing in French:) "C'mon sa'va et moi? C'mon sa'va c'est soir? C'mon sa'va, Em moi-dans le noir?" -This train don't carry no passengers, the Train:
(A well-a-well-a-well/A well-a well-a well!).
c.2026. Dave Delacroix. /This SONG posted/published on UTUBE-Music Video, specifically, the one with photo of a New Orleans tram car. Dave Delacroix. Enjoy!
Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The O.A. P's!" (U.K. Old Age Pensioners.)
(dedicato: fellow youngish-old dudes, Marc Pierson, Steve Johnson, Gordon Westeran & all the Lads & Lasses who have, in their time saved/served "Old Blighty".)
"The O.A. P's! (England's Old Aged Pensioners!)
"FREEZE BUDDY!!! HANDS UP AGAINST THE WALL! (Search him Sgt. Smith/My aging Uncle/Check him-see if this Islamist Immigrant got some anti-cultural-curriculum Ducats!!!) "WE ARE THE O.A. Ps!!!"" Show him your Pensioners FREE BUS PASS, flash your cut-price dental work; Corporal Nalty. Don't take NO SHIT!" "Spread Em Buddy!!!" (DAD's ARMY/British last frontier!): WE STAGGER FOR NOBODY!!!
"The O.A.P.'s!"
.... It's not EASY to live (EXIST!) on 70 British Pounds/some change/Free Bus Pass (2026) PER WEEK let alone for U.K. Pensioners with NO option for them to go Skiing (sans N.H.S. orthopedic designer Skies) in Switzerland or enjoy a flutter in a Monte Carlo Casino... attired in last year's moth-eaten tuxedo, rather, their best MOSS-BROS, off the peg 2 piece worsted suit? (My name's BOND?)
And it's pretty (remote) hard to spring/pay for, for a weekend with your Grand-Kids in Bridlington, Brighton, Margate or Scarborough-Fair not to mention to pay/fix your leaking roof? And cutting out Coupons, bargain sales, worried about your daughter who just came home back to stay, divorcing that clown she married who U didn't much like anyway?
It's a TAD difficult having paid a LIFETIME of TAXES so that the Royal Navy can build a new AIRCRAFT CARRIER, militarily out of date/space-age DRONES can knock it out? Britania RULES the waves, yet we veterans R now all at adrift? And in the Land of Hope & Glory, just fooled & led into a Lee? Just WHO is at the HELM of, what was once, our beloved Country?
"SHIP AHOY!!!" (Crow's Nest!) -The O.A.P. crew down here in the BILGE who cannot afford basic needs; food, heating, RENT, the necessities of English Life! "SHIP AHOY!!!" Rudderless! WE-SONS-OF-A-GUN! Who, like the UNKNOWN SOLDIER sacrificed, ignored, put in the shadows, a CULTURAL SHAME, we "paid-up" old folks, who linger until the day we die....
.... But still in our hearts/from Sheffield School Assembly we still sing: "ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS, marching AS to War! With the Cross of Jesus, going on before!"
c. June, 2026. D-DAY!!! Dave Delacroix.
Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Space Cadets!"
.... EVERYONE KNOWS IT'S WINDY/NOWHERE, the "Road to Rivergaro" (See ancient Blogpost), a BLUE MOON? I saw U on a sunbeam, a SICILIAN road, your Virginity was opulent, your brothers all carried Rifles? I hid amongst the grape vines & recited verses of DANTE with all my Soul, "SEDUCTION et ABANDAMATO, guilty, but what could my inner nature DO?
.... And after MONTHS we had a Child.
Both of our Families dis-own our Marital feast, our magic, that epiphany of LOVE. what have we done? But fell in love? Uncle Antonio, sharpening a handy Stiletto grumbles-silencio, Pappa is OUTRAGED, Mamma still is protective, your 3 sisters give me/U the EVIL EYE...like Space Cadets...old, casual boyfriends don't look U in the eye. And the newly installed (Immigration ISLAM Green-Light Scum who now clutter our streets?) clearly, on a MUSLIM whim, all prepped to stone U to death?
The Town's average (remember, U R just an un-married pregnant, late teenage GIRL), in a community of - latter-day WOODSTOCK/LOVE & PEACE/1969 - observance-resigned, yet in effect, a societal benign social-TUMOR of thought & surrounded by Social SPACE CADETS, old & young, attempting to (Huh?) right your wrong on every side?
Everyone KNOWS it's windy. If U feel like an outcast, a Refugee? Remember. Refugees VOTE with their feet. In a WORLD where we all Outsiders meet. FAR from Cultural Fascist/Space Cadets: Coffee on the pot. Tea by the kettle. Beer on ice. Whisky in the JARO. And warmth by the fire; far from the madding crowd! We roam the World to find a place where we can live, as a family and to live in our OWN "Private Idaho".
c.2026. Dave Delacroix. (Fictional story but Societal Poem,)
