Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The MISFITS!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Misfits!"

...BY THE GRACE OF GOD, we make every mistake/"faux-pas"/GOBSMACK-lunatic act which SCREAMS for a "tumbleweed" moment; every blunder in the Book! So many (now writing in PENCIL) we've run out of INK!

...But, by the grace of WHOOSITS, still half-assed throughout! -& all our bridges BURNT, long since, no chance of Retreat, behind us, a life-long trail, a commentary, a cemetery of tombstones - R.I.P. - here lies our past needs.

By, the grace of God, sometimes afoul of the Law, or street-ruffians, beaten to shreds but never murdered (?) we survive/prevail; considered the town drunk/village idiot/local whore we MISFITS -uncannily! - OUT-SING the lot!

And as - as VICTORS WILL - re-write/chronicle History in their own valiant/righteous reflection - Mirror-Mirror on the wall, just who is the GROOVIEST of them all? - WE, the dysfunctional, the Outsiders, the Misfits rarely get a mention (a footnote) perhaps confounded, certainly not to glorify, just confusion over how & why we lived so long...

By the grace of God, the "Yorick Blues", as future World Masters discover, dust-off our bones, mystified by our "purpose", "a 'la raison d'etre" (To BE?). Clearly Lives, apparently of no consequence, we MISFITS, who, nevertheless "in esse" by existing showed a bloody World how to safely bleed.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Ferryman."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Ferryman."

...DIZ SIDE of the DEPARTED where Angel's fear to tread. A NO-MAN'S land, a final WHOOSITS! & da Kids all out of school? THIS side of DEPARTED (I went to Sea & I lost mah Leg!!!); that Train arriving, ticket in your sweaty grasp: How do U face Eternity of DARKNESS!? -The brave, weeping or wailing, LAS VEGAS never gave me a chance!?

THIS side of DEPARTED, do U SCREAM-a Mandrake Root, whence plucked-mirrors your regrets/final hauntings as the fools, the reckless, the swindlers, & the KNAVES, the lost-love populace that retreat to grieve?... DIZZED side of the DEPARTED; a whiter shade of pale; coins placed upon your eyelids: The Ferryman, absolutely DEAF to your pleas... hoists his sails...

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Whole Night Long!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Whole Night Long!" (Après 60s Cliff Richard's Song.)

(Pop/Rock-a-Billy!)

"The Whole Night Long!"

...MAH MOMMIE sez "NO!". My Daddy he says "NO!": Mommie sez/Daddy says "No!", but WE all say YEAH! (I said Yeah!): YEAH-YEAH! I say YEAH! -all night long!

(Guitar solo!)

My French Auntie, she says: "Non!" MEIN - Deucht - Uncle-Stadt, he sez "Nein!" -Auntie/Uncle sez "Nein-Nein-Nein! - NO Non-Non-Non-No!" But WE say YEAH! (Yeah-Yeah!) We say Yeah! (Yeah-Yeah!) We say YEAH all thru the whole night long.

(Guitar solo!)

My RABBI sez: "Shalom", my IMAN: "In sha Allah!"? My Bhudist/Evangelist Priest: "Deliver me another $100? And I say U "JU-JU" Men: GET GONE! & leave us Kids alone? -COZ WE SAY "YEAH!" -better off on our own!

(Guitar solo!)

...And we say "YEAH! (Yeah-Yeah!) We say YEAH! (Yeah-Yeah!) We say YEAH! (Yeah-Yeah!) just HEAR our "YEAH!!!-the whole night long.

(Guitar solo!)

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "The Walker!"

 Our Man in Europe/now BELIZE/Dave Delacroix: "The Walker!"

...I GOT A WORLD on my Back consisting of a Sleeping Bag, a change of clothes, a (foodie) Curry-mix for cooking over a backwoods midnight pot fire.

I got a World on my Back; a bicycle, mostly I walk alongside. The Bike? It carries the "walkers" survival freight.

I got a World on my Back. I Pit-Stop at pubs, taverns, Bars/Cafes. I'm always - seemingly - eyed with suspicion. Ergo, I never leave a Tip.

I got a World on my Back, a Back that once knew a cesspit of executive/industrial fools. 

Now I got a World on my back, faraway, as light as a balloon. And I'm walking to da Moon!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Salami with Parmesan Cheese!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Salami with Parmesan Cheese!"

(Singing:) IT'S 4 IN THE MOURNING & once more the dawning; it'll keep, just like World Peace? And AS for your "dynamic", your WOKE ISSUES, your place, this GIG in which we sleep, got NO business sharing with U.

It's 4 in the morning, I got no emotion, Wall-to-Wall and AS for the heat of the night? My story BALLS, like a rolling stone and - yup! - there's NO end in sight.

(CHOIR SINGS:) Who woz dat MASKED-MAN, that phantom of Love's great desire? -Alas, NOBODY other than a fool...who wore your OWN worn-out shoes? (Why IS IT the answer always disappears!? -a bunch of COBBLERS?)

It's 4 in love's mourning yet the Sun also rises & dat first kiss to mirror, your heart's desire of the MAN U thought U'ed might BE; Salami with Parmesan cheese. A potpourri of Love's history. (CHA!-CHA!)

(Second THOUGHTS of course...R always on the Table!)

c. 2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: ""...Where have all the flowers gone?..."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Where have all the flowers gone?"

(Song:) ...WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE -long time passing? Where have all the flowers gone long time ago? -Gone to Market to pave Paradise! -a mandrake root for everyone! -when will we ever learn; when will we ever learn.

Where have all the young Men gone, long time passing? Where have all our young Boys gone, long time ago? -Gone to join the CULT-ISLAM, full of HATE no peace on Earth; when will they ever learn, when will they ever...SHALLOM/SALAM-A-LICKUM! ever learn?

Mary-Mary how does your garden grow? Mother-Mary I witness your frowns in sorrow? Where have all the flowers gone, gone to the psycho-cult market where now evil grows.:

(Singing/old English Naval song:)"DEY GOT NO CEREBRAL DEVELOPMENT! No Cerebral WHOOSITS! And the Bible tells me so!!!"

...Where have all the flowers gone; long time passing? Where have all the flowers gone; long time ago? -Gone to Market to PAVE Paradise: When will we ever learn? When will we ever learn...?

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "DETOX!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "DETOX!"

(Singing:) ...I AIN'T GOT DAT DAMN WHOOSITS anymore! THINK -the Blues without no shoes or your Mammas cookin without chilli? I ain't dat whoosits anymore.

I ain't got no BOOGALOO. I ain't got no Boogaloo. I pawned my guitar/w-Soul, got $29 (no alligator purse), seemed like a good deal at the time, bought me a bottle of "Nigh Train" (fortified wine) & slurped it, back & forth on the Staten Island ferry.

I ain't got no needles, NOR DOOZIES on my arm. She left me for some other suckers' wallet/charms. And I ain't got dat whooses anymore. Every cloud (LOL) has a silver whoosits!?...

And my hair going gray (wotchagonnaDO?) I still place a bet or 2, yesterday I bought a new pair of shoes bit I AIN'T got DEM WHOSSITS anymore.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.