Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ragazzimento No. 39: "O SOLE MIO"...

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzimento No 39: "O SOLE MIO"...


(Ahem!) O SOLE MIO, I lost my glasses,
 tonight.
 I'm as blind as a BAT.
 Tell me your NAME: I forgot.
 O SOLE MIO. Is it Friday
 (I get paid on Friday), can I impress you till then?
 O SOLE MIO; Wednesday looks good?
 I know a guy who'll lend me $20 till sunrise?
 O SOLE MIO. Your old boyfriend's back!
 He looks really PISSED OFF!
 -If "I" was HIM? -I'd shoot YOU!
.......................
...............................
(gun fire in the background)
.......................................
........................................
(Ahem! -yet again:)

......O SOLE MIO!


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Our Man in Europe/east of China/dave delacroix/ragazzimento No. 38: "All the Days gone down."

Our Man in Europe/East of China/davedelacroix/ragazzimento No. 38: "...All the days gone down."

(dedicato: IVANNA. Italiano girl/lives mostly in London, UK)

"...All the days gone down."

Sing out SISTA! Brother? ya play dem' BLUES!  Ya got little to win, and even less to lose.... She broke your heart; HE treated you wrong; go WRITE the song:
2 which ways to Paradise?
Half-way to a bottle of VINO,
and all the days gone down.

Let's go fight the BOGEY-MAN, the "negative" Soul. Take him "out back" - kick the SNOT outta him - and make him whole!
Some say? "Send him to Coventry!
Some say, "He's Deutsche!" (Maybe he's Mongolian!?)
2 which ways to Paradise,
half way to a bottle of vino;
and all the days gone down.

Did you ever go search: MISSION IMPOSSIBLE? Or El Dorado? Did you - MAVERICK? -Visit? -Did you DEBONAIR? -like something that, inherent, lingers
in your mind, like fluff upon your hair?
I tried to pull it out (of there) 2 which ways to Paradise,
half way to a bottle of Vino,
and all the days gone down.

Sweetie-pie? Happy how we are? In this place? Let me know when we gotta leave?
I'll pack a bag and I'll zip up my guitar case!
Every one's gotta ticket; don't hold your breath: Just SNEEZE. And give a cup of kindness, dear, for "Ald Lang Syne".
Oh yes!! A KISS and a SMILE!
-2 which ways to Paradise,
 half-way to a bottle of wine,
 and all the days gone by...:)

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ragazzimento No. 37: THE SEVEN DEADLY FORESKINS

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzimento No. 37: THE SEVEN DEADLY FORESKINS


1)  TEMPTATION

...Lead me NOT into Temptation, oh Lord, except on Friday night; under the following conditions: SHE is NOT a HE. She's COOL, has/owns "wheels" (BMW/Mercedes-Benz), several credit cards, NO business sense/good dancer and her name is "FI-FI"!

2)  ENVY

Green eyed lady, lovely (?) lady?
Envy? Like me; you DON'T own the  "franchise". But - trust me - in your own circle of friends? -she's on your trail...

3)  CRITICISM

Having decided to call my latest "publication" THE THIRD MAN, reassured by a flaccid penile foreskin - con DICK - in POST middle-age, I am of the opinion that FLATULENCE may be a positive thing. It keeps the Critics at bay...now that WE
(Gary Busey, Nick Nolte, Jan-Michael Vincent and ME)
no longer SURF on a daily basis
at Surf-rider's Point, Malibu, California.

4)  FORGIVENESS

Oh, Summer, Summer! Where-for art thou?
Winter, and this sad sap Spring is killing me! ...
When you arrive, "ya shore gonna git yaw ASSED KICKED!"
Forgiveness is negotiable;
dependant on your longevity...:)

5)  BLASPHEMY

Got NO - got me-No - got no-GOD-DAMN!
... Frickin' Jesus? -give me a hand, here BRO?
-No virgins in sight, and you can include ME in that number: When the Saints
go marching in...
(WHY they're MARCHING IN, alas, has always been a mystery to me?..
I figured: "Perambulating?...")

6)  ALTRUISM

"Altruism" ISN'T a "Foreskin"; it's down-right Machiavellian!
-YOU owe me $20 and WHEN I discover your Altruistic ADDRESS
 I'm gonna kick your Altruistic Ass! YEE-HAW!

7)  TEMPTATION

Lead ME and my Altruistic friends, OH LORD,
not into Temptation. (We got bar-tabs),
except on Friday night,
with the following conditions:

1) FREE DENTAL PLAN
2) FI-FI's LOADED!
3) GOT wheels. (no wheel-chairs!)
4) Her DAD is not a COP!
5) No business sense/lottsa credit credit cards
6) Her name IS in-fact "FI-FI"!
7) And cognisant of the Seven deadly Sins.


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ragazzimento No 36: Tavola per tre....

Our man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzimento No. 36: "Tavola per Tre"... (Table for 3)


(1) My fair weather friends...

Lookin' for your HONEY-maker? Looking for ULEE'S gold? Looking for the - lost - Dutchman's mine? -lose my phone number; my fair-weather friends.

Got a modicum of Genius? But WAY too much common-sense? The French don?t say "C.S.", they say: IT'S EVIDENT!" Germans? - "Keine zeit!" and make the best beer.
Who's the smarter? Certainly NOT my fair-weather friends.

And there you are, STONED, zoned-out, on the Discovery/History TV channel? So, later? It's 20 QUESTIONS! - "What did you learn, BOYO!?"
"WHA? HOE!?" you knee-jerk;
my fair-weather friends...

UN-lucky in Love, perhaps NOT in War? -sucking up to some Generals daughter, cozy, behind the Front-lines, UN-like "sad-saps" like  me, dodging the world's bullets?
Like I say:? A modicum of Genius; my fair-weather friends...?
ALAS, the mirror (should you look?) reflects. You see! And? A question?  WHO are you?
Search me....?

Oh! Oh! March 30th Local (Piacenza) gig. Some DJ Dudette waxing: "THE NIGHT OF THE  VINYL DEAD!"...
Think I'll stay home and read George Elliot's "Mill on the Floss".
(BBC:) "We now interrupt this programme
for a PUNCH IN THE JAW!"


(2)  NINE LIVES

TUNA (Italiano buddy) says: "Dave? I heard you were DEAD!?... But then, I remembered,
you have NINE lives...?"
....After much reflection/staring at VOX amplifier, GIBSON "Les Paul" (with special buttons/switches)
I respond: "ELEVEN!"


(3)  OH-BLAH-DEE! OH BLAH DAH!!!

Day on the Street. A day in your Night?  Manuella, Diego, Gigi & Me.
MANUELA has 3 fine young sons. She a guitar-man and can "best" that NASHVILLE got!... GIGI (Messagio-maestro) is the father of DIEGO. He's 18 (probably a Virgins dream/any disappointments? -I'll handle the Over-load). He plays Bass guitar; studies Psychology, someplace. Me too.
Criticism abounds.

Spring day. AZURE skies in Piacenza. Meantime? Manuela Diego, Gigi and Me.... A day on the Street, a night in your dreams?... BAMBINOS? Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite! -yours, sincerely, from a table for three.:)

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ragazzimento No 35: "East of Eden".

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzimento No. 35: East of Eden.


"The way to Santa Fe", she sings, not sombre, but quite UN-vivacious, strikes a chord in this Poet's heart.... Gal with a guitar at some "tratt" (trattoria), East of Eden, Piacenza, Italy.

Blue suede shoes? Dues paid Blues? Does she know? Does she NEED to know?... Even in my OWN case, it's a "runaway jury". CAN'T - for love nor money - get 'em back again. (Dem goddamn shoes!)
All the smart-asses are "dropping - dying - like flies" from unnecessary STRESS (non-smokers), body maintenance (jogging-spa treatments) in desperate NEED of a weekend "binge" with the local Biker gang,  which DOES in fact include chain smoking
Without tobacco? -all Artists become Fascists.
Without WHISKY? -they get down-right Demonic! (Ask 'em!)
They LIE, demonically.

"Waiting for the Sun"? Don't hold your breath. Tomorrow's thoughts?  Tarnished souvenirs. I gotta truck-load and they're ALL "in-transit".
I personally  "enjoy" Alzheimer's disease. Alzheimer? He's Jewish, but wants to be a Gentile... Me too. Still? It's a good soup/recipe unknown, cept for Living. And, for some, a SLOW MURDER. For others? -a blessed release.
Take these chains from my heart!?
No way.
Without them, I can never be Free.

"The way to Santa Fe", she sings, not sombre, but quite UN-vivacious, strikes a chord in this Poet's heart. Blond gal. Young gal. Nice finger-picking; at some "tratt" (trattoria), East of Eden, Piacenza, Italy.

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ragazzimento No. 34: "THE LOPRANOS!" (a.k.a. The Sopranos)

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzimento No. 34: THE LOPRANOS  (aka, TV series, The Sopranos)

Cast of characters:

Antonio; Il Grande
Il FALCONE (Madre)
Idioti (the son)
BARLEY-CORN (daughter)

"Pappa?" says Barley-corn. "My BOYFRIEND'S BACK!"
"Pappa?" says Idioti; "They - at school - call me the DIAMOND DOG!?"
IL FALCONE (madre), "Honey? I'm really feeling  - whilst re-reading Charles Dickens late at night  - feelng quite claustrophobic - by your HENCHMEN who guard our Elizabeth, New Jersey,  mansion...?"

"NO PROBLEM!" says (Il Grande) Antonio....
 Next morning? -he WAKS the Mail-man.

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No. 33: MOJO-MEN!

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzimento, No. 33: MOJO-MEN!


All Artists are THIEVES (Ask GOD). Musicians, Stand-Up Comedians are the worst. Clowns (Professional ones) who wear "funny" costumes and slapstick cosmetics? -watch out for THEM and (as with Catholic Priests, HOLY MEN, the occasional RABBI) NEVER-EVER leave them alone with your children.

Politicians are ALSO, usually ascribed as BEING Thieves... My OWN experience is they're just GRIFTERS, unsuccessful CON-MEN/Women who found - in the Restaurant of Life - a free table, a full menu and some-one else to foot the bill!
Why does the NUTCRACKER SUITE come to mind?
----GOD, in-fact, OWNS the Restaurant, which is why Stand-Up Comedians, painted RONALD McDonald's, Catholic Priests, MOJO-MEN and the occasional Rabbi all go to hell! They're SCREAMING BLUE MURDER in the "House of the Rising Sun" even as we speak.

ALL Artists are thieves, my friends. The painting, the sculpture, the dance, the fast-drying FRESCO, the song? YOU own it, for gods sake! It belongs only to you.
So buy me a goddamn beer.
I'm a frickin' Artist!...:)

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ragazzi-mental No. 32: The Road to Saturday Night

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Ragazzi-mental No. 32: "The Road to Saturday Night..."


Good morning, my Sweet. Good night M'dear. Good DAY, my friends; how is your Road?
Bonjourgno, amici!
Wee-Gates, mein BRUDER!
C'om, comme ca, belle fille!? LIBERTE (Sur la route) on the road to Saturday night...?

...Ran into "old pal" Seamus O'Murphy, down from Dublin-Ireland. He's an Art Critic... Anyways; after several Campari and Sodas we both agreed America is NO COUNTRY FOR FOR OLD MEN and ITALY is no country for young ones (under 30).

...On the road to Saturday Night, YOU/ME may have met. Lottsa famous folks have resided here. A good address is important. Throw away that "Handy" cell phone. Where you're going, you won't need it. The Chiesa St. Sistro hosts a "Michaelangelo". Late, one night, go there. Light a candle for yourself. Light a candle for ME...on the road to Saturday night.

Good morning, my sweet. Good nite, m'dear. Good-day, my friend; how is your Road?

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ragazzi-mental No 31: "The Driver".

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzi-mental No 31: "The Driver"...


The Driver. He looks a lot like maestro actor, RYAN O'NEILL. His daughter is named Tatum. (Good people) YOU EAT? (the Driver?) he delivers it to you. YOU DRINK? He drives all day and night on broken highways. His truck? -an 18-wheeler, a CAB-cubicle, a VAN? Early in the morning, he delivers the fresh bread rolls that YOU NEED. He don't get thanked much; but he is "the Dude"... For you and ME, he drives, he drives, and he drives.

On the "CB" (truck driver radio): "Good lucky, buddy. Dave signing off... Watch out for SMOKEY at mile-marker 147, I-70, Westbound!..."

(dedicato: Tatum. She gave me $10.00, one chilly night, whilst I was busking outside movie-house, CROSS CREEK, Malibu, California)

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ragazzimental; No. 30: "BLIND BILL HOUSTON"

Our Man in Europe/daqvedelacroix/ragazzi-mental; No. 30: "BLIND BILL HOUSTON"

The greatest POP song EVER, (Ever!) was composed by Texas native, REGIS COLLEGE "drop-out", Blind Bill Houston,  whose American family heralded from some town alongside the DANUBE,  (big river-flows through Austria/Roumania, etc.) but were displaced/UN-seated from their castle/realm... Anyways, THE SONG, composed by BLIND BILL HOUSTON (also known as THE RAKE/plays bass guitar in a Denver-USA band called BABIHED or DUDES WITH LUDES) is called (THE SONG!): is called: "

"BABY, I'M BLIND!"....

Lyrics: "Baby, I'm blind.
            I'm soooo blind.
            Baby, I'm blind."

(2nd. verse:)

            "Baby, you're BLIND.
             You're soooo blind.
              Baby, you're blind...."

Back in the 1990ìs, me and BLIND BILL "hawked it" (the song) around NASHVILLE.... NONE, absolutely NONE of those Nashville "Music-biz CLOWNS" even stood around for the second verse!?
Wotcha gonna do?

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ragazzi-mental No. 29: BOTTICELLI

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzi-mental: No. 29: BOTTICELLI


(...Inspired by recent visit to PALAZZO FARNESE (Museum/Art gallery) in PIACENZA which houses S. Botticelli's "Madonna adoring the CHILD with Little Saint John)

LAUGH? -I thought I'd die.
DIE? -they'd bury me.
BURY ME? -there'd be worms.
WORMS? -they'd tickle.
TICKLE? -I'd laugh.
LAUGH? - I thought I'd die!

...dedicated to Canadian-Dave who only knew this ONE JOKE and recited it, repeatably... Please? NO late night phone calls (I don't have a phone)

Sandro Botticello was a RIGHTEOUS "Stand-up" Comedian. (Not a lot of people get that...)

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ragazzi-mento No 28: MAMA..

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzi-mento No. 28:  MAMA..


Why DON'T the Chinese love "Country & Western"?
Why DON'T the Arabs love BE-bop-jazz?
Why Don't Brazil love "Heavy Metal"?
Punk Rock DON'T work in TIBET (Buddhist thing?). And it's come to my attention,
ELEVATOR MUSIC don't work in FIJI; what's wrong with these people!?
QUIT don't-DON'T!!!

...but everyone (ALLAH, too!) cherish's a "good ol' song",
 a song that was written a long, long time ago?
... It whistles in the wind. 
Ya sang it! Don't you remember!?
 -hoisting tankards of ALE, in taverns long ago?
  It was winter,.Your face was Scarlett from the cold.
 You were a fresh-faced Student of Life?

The song? You forgot it's name?
 Ask your MA (your mommy),
once a beautiful GIRL;
 now, a beautiful LADY:
Ask your MADRE! -your Mamma should know.
Ya Mamma should know.

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No. 27: TRUST

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzimento No. 27:  TRUST


Never trust a PATRIOT.,,, EX-patriots are even worse. Shoot 'em on sight! ALWAYS marry the tedious widow (If she didn't get killed in the cross-fire); breeding, of course, is not advised.

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No. 26: LAURA STORM!

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Ragazzimento No. 26: LAURA STORM!


...Inspired by an old (1960's) Italian/black and grainy-white TV series, entitled: "The adventures of Laura Storm",  I decide to INCLUDE, at my weekly LADY BAR gig at 115 Via Mazzini, Piacenza...a KNIFE THROWING ACT!
....Girl in pink TUTU/bikini stands against wall, spread-eagled; I throw SIX knives! What can go wrong?...
Crowd/usual suspects "go":
"OO!"
"OO!"
"OUCH!!!"

Cut a long story short? It was hard to - sober - keep my mind on the job! The gals (there were several) kept DYING, and the Insurance was killing me...


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Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix/Ragazzimento No. 25: LUCKY JIM!

Our Man in Europe/Ragazzimento/davedelacroix/Ragazzimento No 25:  LUCKY JIM!


JIMI-"Luckee" showed up at the HOTEL DAVE (€35 per nite/free coffee)... When I first met him, he was "totally" DOWN -from Oxford (University/Caius & Keynes/whatever) and established himself in the London district of Earl's Court...which was - at that time - largely Australian occupied territory; no self respecting English bloke would venture down there without a six pack of FOSTERS (Aussie beer) or a stiletto to beat off the insatiable "Sheilas"! Anyways? -blow me Kangaroo down, mate! JIMI-Luckee (Lucky Jim), a Prince - really! - and STUD of LAHORE, Pakistan, shows up at the HOTEL DAVE (€35 per nite/free coffee) 30 year later, debonair, fashion-ista, and cool: wotchagonnado?...

"Dave?..." he begins, whilst spreading BURBERRY luggage cases into every open space that the HOTEL DAVE (€35 per nite/free coffee) has; "I have THREE wives. One is American...and I am NOT HAPPY!"
"Perhaps," -I respond, the problem lies with the other TWO?..."

Next morning, after NOT leaving €35 for staying at the HOTEL DAVE (€35 per nite/free coffee), abandoning half of his BURBERRY "truckage" which was, mostly jammed packed with Indian Sari dresses and Moroccan, copper, water pipes (?), he - JIMI-Luckee! - limousines to local airport then private-LEAR-Gulf 6- JETS off to Lahore (Pakistan) and...and I DON'T hold my breath for the €35, or an immediate E-mail.

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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No. 24: "Murder, my Sweet..."

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Ragazzimento No. 24: "Murder, My Sweet..."


Dial "M" -for murder, murder, my Sweet. Bob Mitchum, Veronica, or the Lady in the Lake, or OUT of the Past, she came from Shanghai, I was the WRONG MAN, and leave her to Heaven. Strangers on a Train, you may ask? Well; aren't WE!?

M is for Murder, murder my Sweet. And - trust me! - ALL dead men INSIST on wearing PLAID; east of Eden, this side of paradise (and with a double-indemnity clause).

M is for murder, murder my Sweet, in a detective story or a Hollywood-film-noir suite. M is SURELY for murder if I leave you in "the old dark house" alone, the light you enjoy, is the Writer's: Mine.
(I got "nutting" to do with the Bride wearing BLACK)

M is for murder, murder, my Sweet; murder is GUILT for not saying the Long Goodbye; that place, eternal, no truth, no lies. It en-circles your destiny, then sucks you whole, inside;
MURDER, my Sweet, decides.

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