Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "KOMBO!"

Our MMan in Erope/dave delacroix/ "KOMBO!"

(GREEK CHORUS:) These Inter/Net/DOGS, these Intellectual CURR'S who now Rule "The Capistrano", the Dynamic, the Distinction, between You and NOW and the glorious PAST?... Let us sing of OUR GLORY and  demise:

"Lonely DICK, lonely SNATCH, lonely Gal; a Honey dude; civilization IS not "elective" or so the story goes?"
Last night in Marienbad, last night, a Germanic thing; Statues turned from Silver, went Bronze, then turned to GOLD?...Would U believe it!!!?    IDIOTS evolved? Talent Colour became B/W? BLOW-JOBS transmuted, love abounded, a battle of Waterloo, SPERMICIDES, Ideas  DIED, torrential rain: a NO WOMB SYNDROME, just the CHATTER, You and  ME,  Vecchio Fashionista-s, Palazzi, decandanzi, a Rustica Cavalinio and the tattered Bride of Poetry?

And SO we Sing. And lustre, gusto, and SHARP WHISTLE! - Sing! (Try to KILL da  Saxon Bastards, somehow!?)

(GREEK CHORUS:) Lonely Dick, lonely Bella,, Honey Ragazzo: lonely Vita? And psychological mischief abounding; Freud, Jewish Bloke,  (lived on Hampstead Heath with a P.H.D.)  wearing a Toga? KILL HIM! KILL HER!  Kill Progresses HOLY "ID"!...But where would we BE; making civilization's SOUP? And HEAR US O' LORD, east, west, central EUROPE, in Heaven...thy dwelling place? Who, if not YOU can speak out...ALL good FAMILIES, in reverence...?

(MEANDER'S FINGER:) Last night in Marienbad; an addiction, my OWN disgrace, wandering, aimless, too OLD to be a MISTAKE like a bad Martyr who got his own living carcass off some barbarian STAKE then... HOWLED at the moon and cursed Zeus, Juno, Jupiter and then DANCE-COMMANDED upon a wild horse, a mission in his hand and the WORLD to be his LAND not knowing North, South, and the other 2 "thingies", butts, tits and a rythme?

(GREEK CHORUS:) "Sing U DOGS. Sing U Men. The Time is NOW; no repeating!....Be MEN!" And so we learn?

Last night in Marienbad (God is good?), God lent me Wings - traveller that I am? -  so that I could glean, boys and girls in romantic twine and weaving the tapestry of Man's Eternity and gave me THIS dynamic: A song, from the land where I was born,  it came to mind: "Are U going to Scarborough Fair?" And nearby, on Scorby Mills, I sat in the coastal cold and damp... and could wish like a Child.....for something like Evermore.



c2017/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/Norman/Viking  Dude...:)