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

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

...THAT COMPENDIUM OF CREATIVITY, whose WHEEL some R privileged to ride; is it SHEER LUCK or - born-with- Diamonds - R uncannily blessed with in their Souls, an inner Scripture, and as yet no-one can decipher nor, to this present day: a genetic source Un-found? (POP SONG: A Double Helix on your Mind!)

THIS Compendium of Creativity, that Virginity-Intacta which confounds/amazes/astonishes we non-cognoscente (?) leaving everyone else just a face in the crowd. By consolation however, anyone, absolutely everyone has a lifetime to pontificate? (At THIS particular Cultural/Intellectual SPEAKEASY: Just mention my name! It won't get U entry, but chuckles -all round!)

A Compendium-Compendium, wheels within wheels whilst (ahem!) we mere Mortals or fools, pirates, thieves, powerbrokers to check-book steal, the rest ignore/marvel or slave away in OUR NANO-ATLAS; great expectations, for good or ill, yet historically, on record, to get left behind for Prophets (sadly) & the majestic Artists, and for US, mostly lamented but rarely inspired: Ashes to Ashes, Funk to Funky! 

Great expectations! A Caravaggio sculpture or a FERMI equation (Answer: 4x4=4/No-brainer!) to yet understand or decipher! And who knows where the Time goes, that folly in our hands?

C. 2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "A RUMBA for young Lovers."

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "A RUMBA for young lovers."

...LET'S KEEP IT SIMPLE, let's keep it FREE. Let's keep it ALL down, to U & Me. Let's keep it SHOTGUN: Happy-go-lee! Let's keep it Kosher, Just U & me.

Let's keep it CHA-CHA-CHA! Let's DO the Tango! Let's trip, the light fandango! Let's fall in love?

 Let's write a song? For we both know -Love doesn't last so long. Keep it simple, keep it free.

And when we RUMBA, stars on the dance floor, I want to mumble - with a LISP! - U R mine for ever more!...

Let's keep it simple, let's just adore, the time Love gives us forever more! That simple Love that we adore.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "A Room with a View!"

 Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "A Room with a View!"

...A ROOM WITH A VIEW, a Window on the World. A kiss before dying, your Life...in the fickle hands of a maverick Girl. A moment of madness, an impulse, a desire, a shift into CHAOS; wotchagonna-Do?

A walk on the Wild Side, a misstep or 2, broken hearts; broken promises, so who do U run to? -Loves executioner, what leaves/is left behind? The black & the scarlet, a sad souvenir.

A room with a view, a rhapsody tune, temptation/desire confounds all we know: True or False! A prescription/conscription of TIME THAT LAY at our feet; REGRETS-ECCONOMY SIZE: Our inevitable sad tomorrow...

...And that lonely room with a view, a window on the World 'cept nothing to see other than the scarlet & blue and/or what salvage washes up upon your shore. And the bloody awful, cheap-ass wine U feel U need to now swallow!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix. (Happy! -Happy!)

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.