Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Jackie Brown."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"Jackie Brown".


JACKIE BROWN; stealth, sublime, a whisper in your ear: Tonsils, taste, TANG: "J-B"! Jackie Brown will bring U to your KNEES: Jackie Brown! Jackie Brown, sometimes, plays Saxophone in nights HEAT whilst U Kill your business partner, beat up your Wife, but still paying your Kids' School fees? Jackie Brown.  Your SIT-COM only ends, Jackie Brown; diluted in a drowning pool and then to embark on a journey that never ends: The Caribbean islands? -Shipwrecks galore! Fellow gallows-birds, all reclining by the swimming pool. There's a place for U. And Jackie Brown...awaiting.


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Our Man in Europe/dave delcroix/ALL AROUND MY HAT! -x3

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "All around my Hat, x3"



(Dedicato: Dayton Emerson)1


ALL AROUND my hat, every Jazz nite? With the possibility of Love, Hate, getting Arrested, Alcoholic poisoning; all...around my Hat?

ALL AROUND my Hat; a seizure, frickin' LIFE, blood, OLD wounds, a new dynamic or Public dis grace? (Les Enfant Terrible!)

ALL AROUND, all around (my Hat) my HAT, A GHOST FROM THE PAST, A FRESH NEW FACE,, A profit, BUT MOSTLY, DEEP IN DEPT, AS i COUNT THE COST OF a world; all around my Hat, in turmoil?
And WHO, what GOD, usurps MY meagre banquet!? And AS for the dead; perhaps, the grateful dead who CHANCE-LULLABY the WORLD to some PEACE, or, as an aftermath, sing me to sleep, to dream?

All around my Hat. People are polite. All around my Hat. The Devil, in his disguise? All around my Hat; my Hat, I cast dispersions  into the sea? (JEEZE!)

ALL AROUND my hat, every Jazz nite, with the possibility of Love, Hate, ot getting arrested by BAMBINOS with a Badge and a Gun?.... All around my Hat, but THIS Hat, till I die, MY FRICKIN' HAT: I wear with Pride...... "O sole Mio!" U BETCHA'!!!


2)   A trick of the Light.


In the dark corner of a Cavernous taverna, Siciliano vino and beer, some candles, her FACE alit (boys at the bar noticed) by her Cellphone then lighted STILL, a response, brief dialogue, then a GLOOM pervaded, her blue eyes turned to black, her inner sorrow ghastly bloomed?... I guess she talked to  her paramour, the one who got her pregnant...and who said I would, or not,  be true?....Did I mention that this Cavernous taverna was arrayed and Candle-lit? Did I suggest the damp of Ages from ancient Roman times?  All-while, the gal on the Cellphone, from a potential "message of Love", then, in turn, a rejection, under the light there was, which glistened her face from blanche to crimson; and, mysterious, how the light plays, brightens, darkens, flickers; and sometimes, under the nose of YOUR own family, her gentleness turned to livid rage?
So WHO makes the Wine, and who writes the Page that takes us on that  road to dusty death?


3) The Strong.


"ONLY KISS the strong!" -she said; Without VOWS, without WOWS, no WHISTLE!; no WONDER in the after-math of Rockin' & rollin?? (Carlotta says:) "Life's too short to dance with ugly guys?
In L.A., Miss VITA: "Life's too short to fuck ANYBODY; if they don't got a beach house in Malibu!?"
"A Mansion in the HAMPTONS," says Lucrezia, "or NOT at all!"
-I had my warning, so I lied....(Sciacca-Sicily)....and got laid. All three.




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Our Man in Europe/dave delaroix/ "Scarborough Fair."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Scarborough Fair."


(As a KID,in 1960's England,  mostly, SCOTLAND, but my"local" family  holidays:, Bridlington, Scarboro, Robin Hood's Bay, Flamboro Head, Scoresby Mills), Whitley Bay)

(Song:)

Scarboro Fair.


"ARE U GOING to Scarborough Fair?... Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme?.... REMEMBER,
remember me to  a love that lives there?
(GOD DAMMIT!) She, Yup! Was once a Cool Lady mine.

Did I grow UP in (YAWKSHAH!) the South or West "Riding"; Parsley Sage, Rosemary, and Tyne? Used to exercise ponies every weekend; to the Manor born!
Did I fall in love with a fine Yorkshire girl? -She once was a true love of mine.
AS for making a Cambric shirt (Parsley whatsit!?); get ya ASS down to London town? The Belles of Yorkshire, U' will never know? Parsley, sage, rosemary..and TIME...without no needlework.
A Shropshire Lad, a Yorkshire Lad? In TIME? Who is not guilty... in selfless Progress?
NO-ONE gets NOT to rue the day (frickin' DANG!)... (my best English); and disdains the riches of his Lay? DAMN echoes of a yesterday: resound?
Are U GOING to Scarborough fair (like Carnival); put U up  in good stead for NYC, New Orleans, SHANGHAI, Los Angeles; remember ME, remember HER, to one who lives there? ...She once was! She once WAS!... a true love of mine.

Are U going to Scarboro Fair? Some fixtures, some good folks...will meet U there? So long ago, without a care? Don't mention my name, in Scarboro Fair, SHE once was...a Cool Lay mine.



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Tiger Prick and Succulent fair?

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ Tiger Prick & Succulent Fair.



(dedicato: John McFarland)


ALL THE Vagina's, a succulent fair? ALL those PENIS, producing, Tomorrow's Yesterday? ALL those NON SMOKERS; all DEM, no alcohol, no Mary-Jane and the HEROINE that resulted in Socio-Politico (Oxford-Cambridge) ...a boat race?

All the Tiger PRICK? BUCK House TIT? To masturbate - frantically! - repetitively? Does it make U feel WHOLE; (sic)

who Sings of Submission, who sings of your Dime?

"J-C"! Where do I CRY!?

Does the Body know...where I lay....or will, know forever, where I lay?

All the Vagina's, a succulent fair; all those Penis, producing -Tomorrow's Yesterdays; all those FASCISTS, non-smokers, all those No ALCOHOL, no Mary-jane and the Heroine that swirled...around my brain.....?

(PEOPLE?: I'm Being HACKED, even as we speak...bY loathsome folks...look in for Ducats?)

Men are MEN. But the sword we carry....and Call me...when U can. (Right now?? Gettin' HACKED!)...

I Wander lone-letto...as a Cloud?

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Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix, "DA KID!"

Our Man in Europe dave delacroix, Da Kid."


(Detective:) Did da Kid kill her or did he kill the dog, then, the Man.
(Eye-witness:) "I swear the KID run naKED...INTO THE SEA?"dETECT:) "aND?...
"Did he masturbate, frantically, Detective? Is that what U want me to say?"
Quantum Mechanics prevail. A Parallel Reality. And I'm TIRED of pissing on your lawn; as your Lawn...isn't there?-said some Lonesome Bureaucrat in INTERPOL, law-Enforcement.

DA KID was full of HATE
Da Kid was full of JOY
The kid, didn't give a FUCK,
the Kid was just a Kid.

Da Kid was a POEM
Sometimes, the KID
rhymed. But the KID
killed the Innocent;
The KID, Police,
must needs
forfeit his Life!

(Detect:) "Must'a been 1-24, 241-1,
only 2 girlfriends, Pornhub sex
and ONE Summer's day?"

(2nd. Detect:) "Let's leave this...?
(Senior Detect:) Is that your drink? Last DRINK?



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Machaevelli."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Machiavelli."


...(Singing:) In the footsteps
of Machiavelli: "I KNEW a Prince,
I knew a KING,
I knew a Tyrant too?"
In the SHADOW
of a Politic,
the Chessboard, change,
the BLOOD or toil
and all was under-hand?

In the FOOTSTEPS
of a:
"CHEZ-ER-REE"
I conquered all I could;
and if I failed,
a soliloquy,
and damn U ALL,
for the man I am?

In the footsteps
of Cicero; ELOQUENCE
(WHA!?), prevailed, sailed?
And, sailing the Seven Seas?
Argument: Sustained.
Who hasn't love and lost?
Never mind the Wind?
How about the blood-sneeze!?

In the footsteps of
MACHIAVELLI
in the shadow of a Future-Past;
I remember, I remember
.....some Truth
for Me and You. But LATER
they would cut off my HANDS
and nail them (truth be told?)
to the CURIA door.
So where did Love go? And WHO can sing of my Passion?



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Free Man in Paris."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Free Man in Paris."


VINO/Whisky
LATTE
Beer
Beef, MEAT, Tuna
Tortillas/Yoghurt
ICE CREAM
Tomato Sauce/TOBASCO
Asparagus x 2
Mustard; Sugar,
COFFEE
Q-Tips/Dishwash LIQ.
(Don't worry.)



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Ullyses...back home."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Ullyses...back home".


(dedicato: George O'Neill, Chase-Manhattan Bank)


"Glad I'm back home?"...."Place is fallin' apart?"
(Son:) "I strung your BOW?"
"Did U paint the Pigsty walls?"
(Penelope:) "Babee, no biggie, but we have some "House-Guests"; you've been overseas for  such a long time and they DON'T just want my Pussy, desirable as it may be, but they want the REAL ESTATE, and all backed up with Lawyers...in Togas!"
"So WHO can string my BOW?...Let them come forth?"
(Penelope): "Perhaps they can recite a Poem or, sing a song? Whoever has the finest Poetry; I'm EASY: You've been away too long?"

(House guests:)

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
(Sumeric Poetry)

Recital by ULLYSES:

...(Cough!): "Glad I'm home, couldn't WALK, couldn't kiss, couldn't SAY "Goodbye", couldn't talk, and COULDN'T do da Jimmy-Jammy! (2nd verse:) FOOLS couldn't know, I was sailing, FREE AT LAST; from the Trojans, from their GIG, their SMOG, their SLURP! Free at last!! Anyways;
Glad I'm home; Somebody rearranged the divan? It used to be blood red, but now...it's blue?"

(Son:) "DAD! Your BOW!!!?"
"Okey-Dokey! Let's, at least,  rectify the Divan."


c2016,ourmanineurope,dave delacroix: Merry Xmas!





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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix, "Mandolin Wind."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Mandolin Wind."


(dedicato: Daniel Washburn, L.A. Dude.)



CAN't walk (can't spell?) this
side of a Dictionary?
Can't TWEET, can't meet U
in a bad Tuxedo?
Where's-surround?
VIRGINs -catch my Number?
Gigolos say: "It's Saturday nite!?"

Can't TALK (Can't dwell?) gotta
LIMP, bartender,
calls me a Taxi?
I'm SWELL; as swell as I can be?
SING OUT, Amici;
only the Lonely bleed?

I gave HER all my money,
the Yacht, the G4 Lear Jet?
I gave her the Condo, Long Island,
she didn't want my guitars
(there's HOPE yet?)
And yet still, I cannot walk, stagger,
(call PERRY MASON), I need a Lawyer,
I didn't kill the Gal,
she just ran off with
.....Mister-I got NO Shoes?
So welcome to da Blues.

So it's UP to the President
a.k.a. : GOD
whether I get da BLUES
or get lost in a fog?
Can't walk (can't spell?)
and got a MOOD;
you'll  gonna find ME
in some Dictionary,
a thief, a rogue, a liar
who cant WALK
but speaks, and SINGS
of the Times we loved so well...



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Our Man in Europe/dave delelcroix/ "Twisted, love, and twine."...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Twisted, love, and twine,"


Where do U begin? Where U prevail, what do U say, when do U dance, when do U Scream? when do U WHISPER, and what can U define as U? (long breaths)...
Kiss the boy? Kiss the Girl? Kiss the Garden of Eden, farewell? Go forth, GO WEST, (long breaths)    go climb the Peaks and hug all your Springtime?...Where do U begin, where do U Continue? (long breaths) It's a JAZZ , it's a BLUES, it's a collateral Tune?
Where do U stay, (Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah!)  "I'm here to stay"? In England, America, Sweden, France or Germany? (Cardiac Arrest.)...


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Our White Boy in Europe dave delacroix:Merry Xmas!..

Our White Boy in Europe/dave delacroix/ The times they are a'changing/DA KILLERS!..Merry Xmas. Kiss me on Saturday.

dedicato : Stephano G.. .


(After Hemminway, in Heidlebeckstein, someplace in Serbia!  )



THE KILLERS!


DA KILLER! -who, WHO, you are?
YOUR FEAR?
Jam-jar?
DA KILLER!?
runs into the sea?
...The Sheriff, shoots HIM
on the beach,
the Killer:
wriggles on the ground
yet the Killer
walks away?

The KILLER
says; "I love U?"
The Killer; holds U tight?
That baby-kid, IDIOT
holds your Night?

DA Killer? one U love;
kisses
and Velvet glove?
DAT bastard....who can sing
your Tune, tonight...


KISS MAK BALLISTO!!!!.......:)




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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "TRA-LA-LA!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "TRA-LA-LA!"


(dedicato: Jutta, München-Gladbech)


...If only TIME in it's own destiny, disconnect: and left us hanging by our necks, in kiss or spite, strung helpless, in a Vampire's bite? Just who would frame our own symmetry, as there's no witness, no telling (a tale to be told?) or WISHING?
Tra-la-la (we sing?) If only it was Love?
Then, Tra-la-la: Every time.

If Love was a fresh cigarette and that cork U popped, a cool Chablis and the banquet in your eyes, I could believe would stay? AND , yes, I could Balladeer, like yesterday, come what may; and come what may, if only it was Love? Then  TRA-La-La, every time.

If only God wasn't SO Godless, no diversions, no public derision, and last but no least, no banner for WAR? And the Intolerance of whether we smoke Coffee or Tea? I told ya bout a Gal, long since gone from me; your problems, my problems, till Eternity! And TRA-la-la, we sing? If it was ONLY Love?
Then Tra-la-la! (U betcha!) Every time.
Then Tra-la-la!....together!




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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Pushkin...and da Queen of Spades."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Pushkin...and da Queen of Spades."


(dedicato: Natasha)


WHEN U GO to bed, my Sweet? A Moral Freedom. Incredible! Fantastic! When U WENT to bed...
Your nubile thoughts?
WHO are these PHANTOMS that make U sweat? -Faces! Situations!, Emotions, in flushes? That flush your living SOUL?....(whisper) kissin, lovin, a Pernod, Vodka, aperitif, when U go to bed, my sweet, and more? (Whisper: like a draft under a door?), but fear to  dream?
(Catherine the Great says:) " Maybe I Walked da Walk...that MOST Men walk; just maybe, pickin' up trash: DARTH VADER? Maybe I forgot the COLD and  decided to walk alone; no Princess, a Skywalker in infinity? But I wasn't GOLIATH, or some David-hero on a field of conflict ...with a lone, stone, song or poem, to conquer "what is? I played my Cards...with sobriety."
Possible?
FREDRICK of PRUSSIA: " Lock up your daughters! Kill your Sons! -Least, BIBLICALI, and see how the river Tiber  runs!!!".
The Augurs sing: Trust to Fortune! Trust to Luck. Trust you Heart, or gamble on your Fate:
Beauties, Handsome, Rich or Poor? Wise or Foolish?
Wanna play Cards?...The Queen of Spades awaits...



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ ""ZAPPA: IT MUST BE A CAMEL!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ZAPPA: It must be a CAMEL" (In 3 parts: Head, hump, tail)


(dedicato: Victims of RAPE)


HEAD: She had me in her room, in her Iron-vice, grip-love! She was way stronger than me; then she - somehow - CAVORTED - inserted my unwilling Holy "member" into her womb and succulated: Pump, pump, pump! -until the California Zephyr, always late on time, showed up?

HUMP:It was some place: Las Vegas!
It was someplace L.A.!
It was someplace N.Y.C.!
It was someplace Chicago!!!
But it was some place...I did want to be?

TAIL: "Louis Prima? Saturday, in the Park? Wake Up liit'l SUZI; "Questa la Cigaretta?"
A cigarette for me.

ZAPPA: It must be a CAMEL: "Head, hump...and tail."



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "5 twists in Sobriety."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "5 twists in Sobriety."


1)

"Oh, where have U gone..my Blue-eyed Son?
JAZZ! JAZZ! JAZZ! -the night, away..in Civilization's
SCREAM!...Your greed for Destruction, Humanity's Creed
whilst ARTISTS flee
with a Parthian SHOT
of Soul?

Babylon! Oh, Babylon! A river of blood
flows down to the Sea!
Oh, where have U been, my Blue eyed Son?

YESTERDAY (All my troubles seem so faraway)
I busted my nose in intoxication
with "D.T's" (Donald Trumps!)
Fascists, commiseration,
streets of Napoli, London and Berlin?

And in the stark: "Azzuro Ceilo",
pithy clouds of past and present;
Untoward
the unravelling
of Man's Un-coiling mind
linger, like a wild, unwanted tear?

Oh where have U been, my Blue-eyed Son;
And where, just where, have U begun?...



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Our Man in Europe/dave Delacroix/LORD BORGO/ "Weewk-End!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ LORD BORGO/"Weewk-END"


(dedicato: Dayton Emerson)


Milk (latte)..x2
Bread/5 grains-sliced/butter, 250g
Clove of Garlic/ stick of ginger,
onion, beer, vino; olive oil?
Beans, carrots.
Tomatoes, Fromaggio, Brie
Prosciutto,
cheap razor blades, toilet paper,
yogurt for the Soul?

And that "on sale"
Whisky
better sail on its "lonesome"
whilst it can..

SHOOT me leggs!
I'm from Waterford,
the Crystal is clear?
A potpourri
of Habernero Chillies!
Picante! Picante!
The belles we knew!?
You knew?
I don't know anymore?

And that "Spring Sale!"
Whisky
better sail
on its lonesome
where-ever it can?
Says some:
this side of meat and Veg!

Milk, x2 (thinking ahead
for latte?), FROZEN VEG,
an L.A. Kiss
(SO glad ta meet ya!);
so I worries awhile,
chopping European Onions,
then, drying the lost promise
of my eyes...

(Can U lend me a Skillet!!!?)

...and so it goes.



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