Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzimento No. 44: "Quatro sedia-NO tavola!...: (Four chairs, no table...)
1: "A touch of Brando"
A "touch" of BRANDO, under the light,
re-inventing divinity; come! Quick! Catch! CAN-CAN!...and dance through my life?
Paints and prints, a dress of finest Muslim, and
a CELTIC voice that ribs my souls?
Do you FLEX, perspire, in one sweet breath? -So! Strike me dead if I'm not your guest? BIEN-VENUTO! (Ciao-babee!) Arrivee!
A "touch of BRANDO, and I'll do the rest....:)
2: Death and Taxes
Death and taxes and the common cold
perennially arrive
in a Hearst, a black suit, or block up with traffic
on your Elizabeth, New Jersey, driveway.
Don't talk to ME! I've seen it a 1,000 times.
For every BEN FRANKLIN? -I gotta dime. 'Cept
THIS TIME, I'm listening to JOE GREEN
(Giuseppe Verdi) and I'm lost on the Vino, poetry, music and love.
Death, taxes and the common cold? You betcha life,
never fails to spill the nectar in our over-flowing cups!
WOTCHA GONNA-DO!?
-Shaddup, and die young....:)
So shaddup? -and die young.
3: NINE LIVES
May ALLAH give you good health. He saves the Wisdom till last.
I ought'a know; I have nine lives.
Babee? Did you ever go to TUSCON, Arizona?
I was only there for a day, met everyone, but
didn't/they wouldn't let me play (guitar)
on a sunset-dawn; still? -I was OUT
with the "kickers", roadies, TRUCKERS
and the Cowboy Angels, and
somehow? -we made it through.
May GOD give you good health. He saves your Wisdom
till last. ASK HIM!!!
I ought'a know? -I have nine lives.
Call me, if you're ever in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Phoenix,
Arizona, too. You can call me in L.A. (Los Angeles).
As for New York City? For god sake, please don't give my number away?
(That's a "baby" I do personally)
I was thinking of you TWICE, that day in Santa Monica.. And
MALIBU was all so nice.
Souvenirs? The price of AMORE?
Costs you more and more! Call 1-800 FRICKIN JESUS;
you'll be left, doubtless.
May God give you good speed to happiness;
May god give you good health. He saves the WISDOM
till last. I ought's know (I SHOULD know!)
A parting kiss; I -grazie DIO - have nine lives.
4: BEACHES
I LOST my heart, in San Diego.
That frickin' bitch?
She culled all of me.
In the GASLIGHT district;
Beaches?
Down by the sea;
If you ever split to Kansas,
thank your lucky stars!
I lost my heart
In San Diego;
Now I'm living, in a bar.
c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/ragazzimento/piacenza/italia
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