Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/MILANO-FROID: No 3: "Tortillas, NO Salsa!"

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/MILANO-FROID, No 3:  ""Tortillas, No Salsa!"


(Authors note:: The following are TWO NEW SONGS/CANZONE'S,  relayed by inter-net, from  BLIND BILL -in Austin, Texas, here-in, faithfully/textually  re-produced)

...TORTILLAS, No SALSA! (By Blind Bill)

1)  "I DON'T KNOW?

I don't know.
WE don't know.
I don't know;
I don't know.

I don't know.
I don't FRICKIN'
know.
I don't know;
I just don't know.

2)  "DOES GOD REALLY KNOW?"

Does god really know?
Does god really know?
Ask your bartender;
does God really know?

Do YOU really know?
Ask yourself?
Do YOU really know?
Does GOD really know?
-Search me.

...........................

(Once again, the MUSIC BIZ in NASHVILLE TENNESSEE
have totally over-looked Blind Bill's songwriting talent...
I, Dave Delacroix, LORD BORGO, do not!...:)

c2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piaccenza-Italy, late may....:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/MILANO-FROID, No 2: "Au revoir, mes enfants."

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/MILANO-FROID, No. 2: "Au revoir, mes enfants."


Au revoir  mon ami;
au revoir, mon cheri.
Au revoir and -au revoir;
"au revoir" (It's in French)
...from me.

I saw you "dans le monde";
I saw it
in your print, Parisian
skirt;
And how U danced;
no world for tomorrow;
Au revoir, my sweet
Au revoir?

Aur revoir, mon ami,
au revoir:
the MUSIC
is one, last, slow KISS?
Au revoir, my sweet,
till next time we meet?
Au revoir, au revoir, au revoir
to you.


c 2013/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/piacenza-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/MILANO-FROID No. 1: "Goodnight Irene..."

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid, No. 1:  "Goodnight Irene..."


Close upon midnight, a lonesome, cobbled street
in DUBLIN town
and THERE is Reilly, Murphy, OH! -Sean Casey,
and Pete from Caven Town;
all lonesome in lost Love
...and  dumb-founded.

At once their friends
are few, and far between,
yet whisper like ghosts in their dreams:

Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams.
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams.

Abed she lies wrestlessly,
her paramour has gone.
His photograph, one gilt ed-framed
lies smashed upon the floor.
His name was Reilly, Murphy, Sean Casey,
or Pete from Caven town?
"Goodnight Irene" she softly screams:
NO LOVE FOR EVERMORE.

...Outside her window, a Gypsy tune,
"Goodnight, goodnight, Irene."...

Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene.
I'll see you in my dreams.
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene.
I'll see you in my dreams.



c 2013/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Piacenaz-Italia.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ragazzi-mental No. 51: Too Many Yokos!!

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzi-mental No. 51: Too Many Yokos!


...Don't wanna join your band;
too many Yokos.
Don't wanna hang with your crowd;
too many Yokos.
Don't wanna go to HOLLYWOOD;
too many Yokos with DICKS!
Don't wanna find the gold in El-Dorado;
Yoko'll split and take the booty.
(It's a NO-BRAINER, isn't it?)

...And I DON'T need a ride
this side of Paradise:
(You got it!)
Too many frickin Yokos.

As for going to Heaven? Absolutely NOT.
It's WAY-over-crowded with "You-know-who's!"
Outside of Condoms
I never wear a size 9. ("NUMBER NINE, NUMBER NINE")
And ALL because of YOKO.

...And I don't need a ride
this side of Paradise:
(You betch'a!)
Too many Yokos.

I don't go to New York City
(JESUS!)
Far too many Yokos.
I never go to Berlin town;
(MEIN GOTT!)
Too many Yokos.
St. Petersburg gets under my skin
(sp.? - DAS-VEE-DANYA!)
Yoko's there, wearing some dead critter
for a hat.

Still?... If you see me in ROME
I'll be gladly alone,
singing quite freely
on the DRY side of the rain.

...And I WON'T need a ride
this side of Paradise;
(Guess why?)
too many, blessed, Yokos...:)



c 2013/davedelacroix/Cavilli-Borgo/Piacenza-Italia. VIVE!!!

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ragazzimento No. 50: "Liquorice LIL"

Our guy over there/ragazzimento-LORD BORGO, No. 50: "Liquorice Lil".


Has anyone SEEN "Liquorice Lil"? She owes me $20!
My tuxedo is missing and
apparently,
she stole my heart?
(Did I have one to give?)

Has anyone seen Liquorice Lil, pierced nose, ears, goes under the name of
Lucrezia Borga -has a paramour
named Cesare and
subject to an orgasm,
calls him Padre or Alexander V1?

(BLACK NARCISSUS -moths wings, trapped in a jar, and  all loves fears
define and mar.)

Confounded in my eternal grave, I sweat, toil - do "the TWIST" - turn
and constantly shave. I'm on the "horn" to 1-800-ANGELS-SAVE
yet STILL no Liquorice Lil;
and...she still owes me $20!!!?


c 2013/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Piacenza-Italia

Our BLOKE in Europe/dave delacroix/CURRY KING/ragazzi-mento No. 49: "Amnesia in Brooklyn"

(...all that Jazz) ; ragazzi No 49: "Amnesia in Brooklyn/ duo canzone/two songs"

ONE: (Mambo)

No sleep till Brooklyn, no sleep till ZANZIBAR, no sleep till  NYC; the myth of all you are.
No sleep this side of Shranga-lai, no sleep for Miss PERU, nor sleep for Minerva; as for Aurora? . a kiss from me to U.

No sleep, no sleep: A MAMBO. No sleep: A kiss, my dove? And all the Loves you'll ever meet will fit you like a glove? Is IT the best thing U. can do...in your crazy, crazy style? No sleep,  my sweet, but LOVE, my sweet; we soldiers say: HUZZAH!!!...

TWO:  (Tumbleweed Blues:)

Some folks gotta put down ROOTS. Some sad saps gotta SHOOT. Some Cats gotta go ALL the way. Some Dudes actually believe: "I did it MY WAY".
Some kids, happy, blowin' in the wind? Some angels glad (?) with their sins? Don't ask me why, but I'm a fool; a fool for losing U.

Kiss me tonight...in my dreams. Catch me in the margin of your schemes, Whisper sweet nothings whilst, alert-I stare: This boy, this boy, this boy, this boy! -who sadly purrs: And park the WORD to all your chums: YO RAGAZZI! - Come to the ZOO, come view the fool, that foo...l for losing U.

TRA-LA, LA-LA-LA.. (ad infinitum)...:)


c 2013/davedelacroix/lord BORGO/piacenza-Italia

Our FAVE rockstar in Europe/no dental plan/dave delacroix/lord Borgo/ragazzimento No. 48: DREAM-CATCHER

Our man in Europe/davedelacroix/lord borgo/ragazzimento No. 48: DREAM-CATCHER!

Speak to me softly and I will catch your dream; a long ways from Friday night and Saturday's dawn.
Our WEEK - I guess? - has, and always will...be frivolous. Money worries? The lack there-of, will squirrel a mind.
"BE GONE!" I say. We'll shout, yell, scream blue murder! And then sing with gusto an old tavern song. Glasses will chink...and percussive.

Speak to me softly and I will UN-wind those fears and knots that cloud your ZODIAC.
As arrogant as any fool, re. ME; don't despair "mon chere". It's only the "getting" that leads you no-where.
Seems we've "yakked" this gig before and will (Encora!) for ever more?

Speak, hush, then WHISPER softly of all your dreams. I - as always - with grasp and catch the sinew of your Soul. Let THIS be from me to you.

HARK!!! (Frickin' hark!) Candles burnt out. But here comes the day...and here comes the sun.


c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza/gettin' mia casa painted!/Italia. VIVE!!!...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/lord borgo/ragazzimento No. 47: Carravagio & Blue...

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzi-mental: No 47:  "Caravaggio... & Blue...


1)  VELVET & BLUE

In THIS you'll find your VELVET, those shoes and coat that fits you sooo well., that when you walk, reflects your grace and gives good humor to friends abroad.

In THIS you'll find your Sapphire, that dazzles the mind of people-un-kind; and dark or shade, don't forget! -it will never fade.

In THIS, no diamonds or gold will compare. I'm on the LAST TRAIN to "Whisky-ville". My joy!? I get to see you there.

In THIS, you'll see your velvet, your blue suede shoes...and all the joy of Youth.;
Don't forget me when, sometimes, I forget you?



2)  CARAVAGGIO

I wanted to change my name...to "SINGLE MALT" (wicked pen!), to CARAVAGGIO. Changing your name is - at best? - frowned upon by HOMELAND SECURITY/a.k.a: new NAZIS and the Coast Guard, despite the fact that the latter ARE in fact - technically - SAILORS.
(Groan)

...I go to government office/in my best Italian/I explain: I am DAVE DELACROIX-LORD BORGO, resident in Piacenza-Italia?
Government girl says: "I've HEARD of you. You OWE me $20!"
after mucho DELIBERATION - MONEY CHANGING HANDS - I am reduced to INSISTING  that thee purpose of my visit - to "said" government office IS infact NOT to pay an outstanding "bar tab" but  to CHANGE MY FRICKIN name to "Caravaggio"; I want to be named after the Renaissance painter (He's my fave-you can keep the three stooges: M-Angelo, Da-da Vinci & Ralph Rapello!)

You may not know it but IN my wardrobe I have an EPEE (a sword-thing you fence with) which I always wear whenever I deal with the Government.
Uncannily, my "name-change" was not treated as a serious request...so I remain DAVE DELACROIX, LORD BORGO.

Caravaggio? My patron Artist Saint, turning -  as we speak - in his grave,  will, perhaps,  forgive me in eternity...?



c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza-Italia: HAPPPEEEEEE!...:)

Our guy in Europe/dave delacroix/paparazzi No 46: "...Where tourists fear to tread."

Our man in Europe/davedelacroix/ragazzimento No 46: "...Where tourists fear to tread."


Where tourists fear to tread? -there I will go,
every time, notwithstanding, the cafes may close too early,
or open at 2 a.m. because OMIGOSH!
-Uncle Luigi just came back from America,
 or a "festa di compleanna";
 it''s gonna go on for a bella:  HARD DAY'S NIGHT!...?

Where Tourists fear to tread,
I alone sojourn in St. Brigitta's, Piacenza.
The ""deceased", IMMACULATE ONE,
lies in eternal repose. Only I; no crowds,
no flashing cameras,
sit together in spiritual integrity.

Where Tourists DREAD to tread;
on ancient, cobbled streets,
far from the tourist swarm and the madding crowd?
Then, HOMEWARD BOUND, like you?
-to digitalized your soft-wear Soul?

It's not that you DON'T pray for the Angels;
but, perhaps
the Angels do not pray for you?...


c 2013/May-Day/davedelacroix/lord borgo/piacenza/italia...:)