Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "A town called ALICE."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ " A Town called ALICE".



In your night, in your world, we both got OUT with ourselves? In your Love, in your fate, there's nuttin' but to Whoopee -like Whoopee! -and we DO! Some say it's almost true, this side of a pan handler's hand, a short dress, a borrowed pair of evening pants, and there's those "future-in-laws" folks that U gotta tolerate...and their miserable friends? Stuff, invisible, until we defend?

In your night, in your world, DANG if I don't bathe in your serenity, in your BE-TWEEZE; I think of all I own and all the things I don't need, possibly, a relationship, like U and Me?

(Singing:) "UP Dale
and down FELL
and all the tales, SUNG
until it's time to dwell!";

upon your night, in mine or your dreams; I'd like to be altruistic but it wouldn't mean a thing, like a twilight, a thought without a span, or the power and the glory - not in a lifetime! -  we could never hope to win?

And all the young boys who went off to War, and, WHO, the boys, who fell in the line of Love? Just who were the victors...and who were the vanquished? The dead, the dead, row on row, where poppies grow, row on row; where a tear falls, perhaps a flower will grow, in your night, some kind of un forgiving...and so it goes.


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