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.


c2017,maggio,davedelacroix/LORD BORGO,sciacca-sicily.