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!
c 2016/davedelacroix/lord borge esq./sciacca-sicily.
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