Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/milano-froid No. 36: "BOBBY SHAFTOE"

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-froid No. 36:  "Bobby Shaftoe"

(Olde English folk song)

Bobby Shaftoe went away
riding on his pony.
He'll come back and marry me,
my Bobby, Bobby Shaftoe.

Bobby Shaftoe went to sea
(I guess, gone and sold DAT pony?)
Will he come back and marry me?
my bonny Bobby Shaftoe.

Bobby Shaftoe LOST at sea
and I am all soooo lonely!
(So now?)
Bobby Shaftoe ON my knee,
my poor old Bobby Shaftoe.

Bobby Shaftoe went to sea,
riding on his pony.
He'll come back and marry me;
my Bobby, Bobby Shaftoe...


c 2013/davedelacroix/song-writer-dude/URBINO, Italia...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Milano-Froid, No 35: "These foolish things..."

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid, No: 35:  "These foolish things..."

dedicato: Carol Maria Aniello. (with pride)

DEEZ foolish things
is what I just do.
Deez foolish things
for me and for you.
Deez foolish things
make everything right?
Deez foolish things;
a warm bed at night.

Deez foolish things?
Can I carry your weight?
Deez foolish things,
all thru the night;
deez foolish things,
a wedding bell rings?
Deez foolish things
are your light.

Deez foolish things
go down HISTORY.
Wherever U turn
there's NO mystery.
Holding you tight;
the LOVE got it right!
Deez foolish things
are YOUR light
my Sweet...?


c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/URBINO-Marche, Italia...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Milano-Froid No. 36: VESPA

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid, No. 36:  " VESPA!"
(adult material)

DID U suck his Dick?
Did U suck his prick?
Did HE suck your TITS?
Did he? Did he?

Did SHE catch your "wile"?
Maybe, lonely-HEP-CAT outta style?
Did she "fellatio"
in the sinew of your Gold?

Did he scratch his balls,
after the shower,
and then walk away?...
And never return?
1-800-LONELY?

Did he write your tune,
for U to remember;
a sad memory?
DID HE? DID HE?

Did U dance the "chance"
WITHOUT romance?
Did U find NOTHING
in your ever-searching Searching?

(meantime?) ...Some kid-GAL
with a VESPA scooter, wearing
white, goldfish, bowl helmet,
and  got WAY too much chat?
-SCREAMS:

"Ciao! Ciao! BELLA CIAO!"

...Get used to it.



c 2013/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/URBINO. Marche/Italia...

Our Man In Europe/dave delacroix/Milano-Froid No. 35: HOLOCAUST!

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid No. 35:  HOLOCAUST!


Is your holocaust buried here...in "Wounded Knee" or "Sandy Creek", or "AUSCHWITZ-Bergen-Belsen"? And does the EARTH, drenched with blood, sinew and bone, spit back conscience or SOME semblance of retribution?

JA! YA-HAY! JA! YA-HAY! -just WORDS to cover evil deeds; THOUGHTS bleed....!
So cut off my EAR! Cut OUT my tongue! Cut off my RIGHT! And cut off my wrong.
It's nothing, today. It's all in the past.
JA! YA-HAY! And JA! YA-HAY!

Is your holocaust buried here? In "Wounded Knee" or "Sandy Creek"? Or in "Auschwitz, Bergen-Belsen"?
JA! YA-HAY! JA! YA-HAY!
-NO forgetting all our yesterdays. And NO forgetting all our yesterdays.


c 2013/davedelacroix/LORETTO/Italia...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Milano-Froid No. 34: Best game in Town

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid No. 34:  Best Game in Town.


(dedicato, CAESAR-LILLY)


TRA-LA-LA, LA-LA-LA-etc...

Ya got miles to go
and the Violins of Setptember
whisper your name.

WE are quite alone. OUTSIDE?
-cicades buzz
in sexual, frenzy-restraint.

All the MILES ya gotta go?
$1,000 a' pop, or priceless
whilst U sleep?
And whether War or Peace,
the latter? -we crave;
lulls U into the DEEP?..

...as U drink yourself
into an early grave: the TOWN CRIER:

"O YEA! O YEA! -ONLY DEATH
IS WHAT U KEEP!"

..Whilst "hello-goodbyes"
can reach - an impossible - sky?
-It's STILL (it's still)
the best game in town.

So let's sing of old  Las Vegas!
Let's sing of old NEW YORK!
Let's sing to ALABAMA!
-and that faithful moon that shines?

Ya got miles to go, the RECORD shows
there's a song that's got your name?
The BEST game in town
(Remind me!!!)
is when I hear your Name;
is when I hear your name.

TRA-LA-LA-LA-TRALEE-LA-LA, TRA-LA-TRA-LA- LA-LA etc...:)



c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/Loretto/IL MARCHE-Italia

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Milano-Froid, No 33: ON THE BEACH

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid No. 33:  On the Beach...


YOUR "Off- shoulder-clingy "T",
 don't cut no ICE in THIS town, Miss Lonely?
 Gigolos "run" your nipple perspective
 through their libido giga-counter
 and sweat, heavily, as do U perspire?

FRED Fellini has filmed U here
 under CINZANO beach canopy, row on row,
 'mongst denizens,
 the great unwashed RAGAZZI who, seemingly,
BEACH EJACULATE,
apply sun-tan lotion,
 splish-splash, (in the SEA) then go.

NO PLACE FOR JOE GREEN! (Giuseppe Verdi)

And as for MIO? -living and dying, as we speak,
 Italiano-English?
-do we wake or sleep?
I PEEP at U,
U PEEP at MIO!
-bathing costume? NO bathing costume?
WHO CARES!?

Whilst the OLD and the young
 seek eternal Youth
in Ponce de Leon's GLOBAL SPRING;
bambinos butterfly, make sandcastles,
ARE irreverent
to remind the Sea... of its eternity
....on the beach.


c 2013/davedelacroix/PESARO-Italia...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Milano-Senta/ (Song:) "DEM GALS"

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid, No. 32:  "DEM GALS!"

(dedicato:  FIONA)


(LA-LA-TRA.-LA-LA, etc.)


Is she, is she, one of dem gals?
Is SHE, is she one of dem gals?
Would ya MOMMMA fall over?
Are U kids in-clover?
Is she one of DEM GALS?

Does she SING "pretty swell?"
Does she KISS...and don't tell?
RIGHT THIS WAY YOUR TABLE'S WAITING!
Is she one of dem gals?

Is she SWEET in the moonlight?
Is she as fresh as a breeze?
In troubles, will she
stand by your side? Your HEART!?
-does she have the key?
RIGHT DIS WAY YOUR TABLE'S WAITING!
Is she one of dem gals?

Is she one of DEM GALS?
-who'll love U morning-night??
Would ya MOMMA fall right over?
Are you kids right  in-clover?
Is she, is she, is she... one of dem gals?

TRA-LA-LA-LA-LA!...:)


2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/IMOLA/Italia...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Milano-Froid, No. 31: High wind to Jamaica

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid, No. 31:  High Wind to Jamaica


Once upon a time, the kids
seemed happy
and Mom and Pop
got along;
the Iced-cream vendor
(who'd trolley by)
was FAT, dispensing
Iced-cream
at six pence a'pop
and wasn't a paedophile.

Once upon a time, there was
sparkle
in the water
and Mamma ALWAYS
had "sumptin'"
cooking on the stove;
the boys sang BAYOU
on the patio
and things seemed SO much
more
in the YAW of your JAW;
all the days gone down.

Down? Banjo? Mandolin?
GUITAR!?
...the echo of your sweethearts
piano lessons, hesitant,
staccato, yet wrapped
on a hot summer's eve?
And your grandma's soft wail:
"Did the family turn out so right
or wrong?"

Banjo? Mandolin? GUITAR!?
-in ALL tomorrow's Blues;
corrugated,
that inate fever, unleashed;
to become
a sea shore breeze,
that sets a sail
to a high wind to Jamaica?


c 2013/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/piacenza/Augusto/italia...:)