Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "UNDER the Afternoon."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "UNDER the Afternoon."


Under the Afternoon, post Mezzo-mangiari (lunch?), Vino-bichiarri, a tavola, SATED, but not UNDER the table? -I dream of U?... The Mistral wind; a Song carrying an Encyclopedic Thought, a Sync-starlight in Mind's Eye! No anesthetic! But radiating the moment; under the Afternoon?

Under the Afternoon the Kids SWARM twix Cafe tables, Moms & Dads, under a breeze, a ripple, the swimming pool (Splish-splash! I waz takin' a bath!), applied, chorale, like a luxuriant cream? The Muscular? The Feminine curves, or the Pale at heart, looking for that Get-out; a mild Insanity, that FEVER from under the Afternoon?

Under the Afternoon, a Whispers encourages, like a rumour, an indiscretion, like swallows that swarm then to disappear, leaving the Desperate, the living, to recall the Olives tasted, before the titled platter?

There no GUILT. There's no after-taste. There's no physiological injection nor sexual insemination; only the buzz of the Bee, the kids in the swimming pool, that DANG subterranean, or ME, dat Whisky fool, and ALL of the Love we still feel, inherent, for U & U, under the Afternoon.


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "YANG and Yin-Workin' for da Yankee Dollar!"

Our Man in Europe/dave DelacroIx/"YANG and YIN -Workin' for da Yankee Dollar!"


(dedicato:  George O'Neil/Chase Manhattan Bank)


...Workin' for da Yankee dollar? Workin' for da Russki-Rouble? Workin' for some Asian Yen? Just lookin' for some Yang and Yin?
Workin' for the Love U give Me? Workin' for some Peace-full Space? JIVING with All Those who meet me? Kisses, Hugs, from Cyber-space?

The TOILET seat is Down...in the tavern's Boy's room; some Gal didn't/couldn't WAIT in the Girl's room queue? And like ME, metaphysical, Spiritual, or downright Urinal, I'm BACK on that Highway, working for the Yankee Dollar, lookin' for some Cool Suzie, and lookin' for some Yang, some Yang; some Yang and Yin?

Workin' for da Yankee Dollar? Workin' for ya Mamma? Workin' for ya Kid Sista? Workin' for a Redemption? Gather the Family; but "Wotcha gonna Do?", but YANG...and Yin.



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OUR Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "mISERABLI, PERCHE miO?"

Our Man in EUROPE/dave delacroix/ "mISERABLI, PERCHE mIO?"... (Why Me?)

(dedicato: cAOLE aNIELLO)


...Bene Notte, c'ome questa? I just fell off,  myVESPA? Vino-Citta, Vino-Man? I DRINK; therefore, I AM? Bene notte,, C'ome Chiamo?; my BABEE, just left me for Luigi, it's Time, U say; HE got it ALL? so I DRINK, -therefore, I AM. Miserabli, perché Mi?

And SO I remember, Yesterday? Your sleepy head on the pillow? And memories of how we LOVED, tumbled and hugged,  (which in-fact)
awakes my Soul?
(Oh! Oh! Oh! -she unexpectedly Arrives?)....her favorite Mirror crashes onto the marble floor!  i'M excommunicated! -Miserabli, perché, Mi?

Later, in my Appartmento she sits by my bed and wipes the sweat off my brow; tomorrow, perhaps, I will find a WAY to make her the WOMAN she wants to be?  Canzone-Idioti; Miserabli, perche mi?

Bene Notte, c'ome questa!? BITCH from HELL, DUDE from HADES, who are U People, in da MISTO; Bosa-Nova, Domani, Tarantella, till Sabato? On my Vespa!  My Alfre Romeo, My Maserati? Senor, Senorina? -GOODNITE! -Miserabli; perché mi?


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "2 Whiskies till JESUS".

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "2 Whiskies till Jesus."

(dedicato: Gerry Franks)


2 Whiskies for Jesus, Monday night, a long time till Friday; 2 whiskies don't last long?
2 Whiskies to Jesus, nailed upon the Cross? And U wanna DIE-QUICK, but the Wailing Wall and dem wailin' Women get U down?
2 Whiskies for Jesus, day or night, it cuts U UP; makes your Homburg wanna Twist & Shout? -Everyone, wearing their best Whisky; 2 Whiskies, or JESUS, BE-BAPPA-LOOPA!?
2 Whiskies for Jesus (A pastel pink zoom across a pastel blue Crucifix?) 2 WHISKIES for JESUS, no hallowed Temple. NO  SHOUT! Git along and sing this Song, RUN-RABBIT-RUN: 2 Whiskies ...for Jesus! And two Whiskies, Brother of Man, for evermore...


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "THE DOPE!" (Film Noir.)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Dope..." (Film Noir.)



WE GOT YA NUMBER, DOPEY! DON'T GO FAR!!! Meantime, in the "REAL-GUYS" Bar another GAMBLING FRACAS, fisticuffs, the occasional BLADE...and the "Belle du Nuit", Miss WANDA, makin' her escape; clearly-BUSTED on makin' a Dime, stepped outside, UN-ruffling her ruffled Satin garbs and encountering THE DOPE to a background of mayhem and greeting, she said: "Mister Dope? I guess it's just U and Me," adding, "Gotta a Cigarette?"

The DOPE - outta Culver City - "missin'" a button or 2, shuttered OUT of the REAL-GUYS bar, apparently, owing $100 on a Bar Tab and Boogaloo  Wagers the REAL GUYS knew, on the flip of a card, he was about to lose? And No ESCAPE, no Taxis outside, No frickin' BUS, no Pony Express? No chance for GETTIN OUT from UNDER; "Just poppin' out for a breath of air?"...And leaving Deadbeat Credit Cards... and yet, to meet Miss Wanda?


At the DOPE's Apartment things started HOTTING UP; after the SEX (Miss WANDA?)  and Techno music? THREE REAL GUYS busted through windows and doors; WANDA, belle de Nuit, but scammin' GUILTY, had, apparently,  took off with the REAL GUYS Poker Ante? A DIAMOND NECKLACE for Godsake! And MEAN LEVIS, bullets flyin' everywhere? JEEZE!  And the DOPE? ...Sensing DOOM?, -skipped the bed, thru the window, ending up with his Moss Bros Suit, wristwatch and, by happenstance, one DIAMOND NECKLACE?

WANDA, not bullet proof, took LEAD, dyin' later at City General, made a Will.


There was SOME kind of Car Chase; old Pontiac chasing the Chevrolet 54. The DOPE had hitch-hiked till a Lucille Ball-ride put her metal to the pedal and, somehow, it turned out alright? She dropped him off in Santa Monica cos she couldn't spell Santa Barbara? (Don't ask?)

PICO and Santa  Monica were a NO-NO, yet the DOPE walked them all night except for one stop at Barny's Beanery...for Tequila; with REAL GUYS on his tracks?

DRAGNET? The Dope was a good Citizen. Showed up at West Hollywood Precinct dangling a DIAMOND NECKLACE. Chief Detective said: "Treat him with KID GLOVES!" (They beat him uP twice?) But don't get to close? He had dinner at Barney' s Beanery?"...Next morning, a sun over San Bernadino, still a MOON over Sunset (BLVD), after the Interrogation the DOPE, Scot free, dangling a DIAMOND NECKLACE. "It's YOURS!" bellowed the COP. "Wanda WILLED it to ya!", he was set free.

The DOPE, holding a Diamond Necklace but also a plastic, drained coffee cup stood outside the COP-HOUSE, a trifle bewildered, then marched right back INSIDE to see if he could get a coffee-free-re-fill...



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "NO JAZZED til' PALERMO!" (Lonely Hearts)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"NO Jazzed til' Palermo!" (Lonely Hearts)


Number One:

"Maybe U Call me? Maybe I'm Busy? Maybe you're Johnnie? Maybe I'm Lonely? Maybe...It's just a Saturday night?
Maybe IT'S Heaven, U wanna TALK?,  7-11, or 'bout a back account? U talk to Miss Lonely: YO! Miss Lonely talk back to U.

Number Two:

It doesn't MATTER 'bout the Job, that Diamond ring U never bought? It don't MATTER, my Red dress, torn, that I've been keepin'? It don't matter, so and sorts, sometimes in the light of Day; it don't matter, for me, alone at night? It don't matter to Me or the People on Chicago's South Side; in Philly, or New York City? -they never heard of Me.

Number Three:

(Mostly in French:)

Com Ce com Ca, since U went ALONE (vous-allez-solo), com ce come ca, no telephone?  C'mon tarlez Vous? Com ce come ca: just Me and U!
Paris de la nuit, a rive guache, babee, a Champs d'ellyses, St Germain, bon force? O Pigalle! O Pigalle! A la recherche du temps perdu?....Com ce come ca: I dance with U!...

Number Quatro:

Blu Suede Shoes, on an afternoon? Your mascara pervades the room, lipstick smile frames the door and your eyes, the windows to evermore. Sinew body, twists and twirls, on the divan, satin and cloth. Tapestries sing of our futility, the flowers on the table, in the vase, exaggerate our degeneracy. Questions-answers, THRUST and receptacle? Sing Choristers, Biblicali! As the Blu Suede shoes accuse us of the loved ones we've betrayed.


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "NEW-LOVE-PLAN!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "New-Love-Plan!"


I gotta New Love PLAN for U and Me? And that Secret Guy YOU got on the side, and those 3 gals, presently black-mailing me?... I gotta NEW Plan! Pack EVERYTHING UP in the VAN and we'll Morrison outta here!

I gotta New DEAL for U and Me; all your relatives in JAIL, and MINE: ought'a be? So Kiss-Me-Quick, and let's leave on that Magic Bus!

I gotta New FEEL; should'a had it long ago? Problem WAS: it didn't show up ON TIME. And now I'm left, poetically, like a Clown without a smile, a side-show, a frickin' Love-Refugee?

(Singin'): Best new Friends? Kill em' with a ROCK or with a SONG; it don't matter which? Only the Love lost, at the start, and later, slowly, our friends, those fuckers who'll  tear US apart?

I gotta NEW WORLD PLAN (Yet to Publicize), everybody shaking hands, less the INVISIBLE, that MINSTREL - in disguise - like a daunting sunrise; a PIED PIPER, no less, to take away ALL Children, and our Love...to a happier land... in the palm of gentleness...comes to advance...a new love plan...



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