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.
c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/new POPE from ARGENTINA....FINALLY, the TANGO can be introduced into the Catholic Church's solemn rituals!...:)
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