Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "4 Shades of Blue."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "4 Shades of Blue."



1) "Falling in love again..."


(Sing along:) Falling in love again
what am I to do?
It's a kind of Blue;
I can't help it.

Love has always been my game?
What am I to do?
It's a kind of Blue;
I can't help it.

Women flock to me
like moths around a flame,
when they hear my name,
am I to blame?
AM I TO BLAME? (sotto voce)
I can't help it.

Falling in love again,
GIADA, sister Sue,
Rachel or Kate,
Isabella, I love you!
I can't help it.


2)  "The Wanton."


...She was "tarred and feathered". They shaved her frickin' head and pelted her with yesterdays veggies! The PRIEST (There's always a Priest. A community necessity...to validate occasional outbreaks of civic insanity) "received" her Confession prior to her being burnt - to death! at the stake in the village piazza.
Most folks stood back. Them with DUCATS? -Ringside!
The "confession", known only to the Priest, Me, now You, ergo: the frickin World!

(The Confession)

"Padre?"
"Yes, my daughter?"
"Padre?
"Yes, my daughter. Get on with it!"
"Padre? I fucked every one in town cos'  I wanted to feel I belonged? Ya follow?"
"Yes, my daughter."
"The men, boys, even the village hunchback, I slept with."
"The hunchback?"
"Si, padre. It was a Sunday."
"O.K."
 "They all just wanted FREE PUSSY but some how it gave me satisfaction; a service presented?"
"Yes, my daughter?"
"I could'a charged these fricks for money!"
"You did?... Tax deductible?..."
"Not on your Life, Padre! No. Money, as we both know, is an abstract science I wanted no part of. But  I BELONGED. I was .- though Spartan? - in this town, an asset; I was NEEDED. Like a Priest, perhaps? Like you?"

The Priest, who's name, probably like yours or mine, was/is lost to History But  at the "auto da fe"/public burning thingy, this noble man of the Cloth (the Priest) bade all spectators - Ducats or no - to close their eyes and bow their heads in supplication...with the threat of "eternal inferno/excommunication/serious law suit, and SWITCHED the "Wanton" for a "Guy Fawkes" dummy, who immediately and  conveniently combusted!
"Auto da fe" cognoscenti remarked "The bitch expired as fast as she fucked!" It was a No-Show. Street vendors cried foul!... But truth be known?...

The "Wanton" was smuggled to the sea, took sail with the Priest's purse and words: "Go EAST, my daughter. Enlightenment awaits!"



3) "I ain't gonna cry."


I ain't gonna cry
for the History of Man?
I ain't gonna cry
for dreams dat don't come true?

I ain't gonna cry
for what U meant to me?
Nor You!
Don't waste your tears.

I ain't gonna cry
for the living, nor the dead
and I ain't gonna cry
over words written or said?

"Hellos-goodbyes!"
"Il Grande Viaggio!"
In Peace or War? A Chronicle!
Who could ask for more?
Redemption?

-Nothing more than footsteps
of Time's shadow.
(WHA!?)

I ain't gonna cry. Nope!
Forgiveness is favored in Heaven?
But I will not cry. No.
Not today:

THEN BAWL!!!



4)  Flatbush -New York City.


There was a sweet gal
from Flatbush, NYC?

There was a cool doll
from Flatbush, BROOKLYN
NYC.

There was a true heart,
Americano-Italiano!

(Sing along!)

And I love her still,
ocean's apart,
and she done never did me wrong!

There was a great Lady
from Flatbush, New York City;
for her? -this song.
(Tra-la-la!)

And I love her still,
ocean's apart;
and she done never did me wrong.




c 2015/davedelacroix/our dude in Sicily/MODICA-groovey 4 SHADES OF BLUE.