Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, BY THE TIME...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, BY THE TIME...

*dedicato, Terri Randolph......


...By the Time...


By the time I get to U, interrupting your Cell phone boogaloo, by the time I sit U down... my head on straight or spinning round, by the time we get to KISS or is it some Cell U have missed and when we get to EMBRACE U, is it U or U or U. Or an APPS

By the time... and TIME is All we got, a TOY, a SPIT, a WHAT WE GOT, interrupting your SAVOIR FAIRE, a French, a Continental, I know not where...In England, old York Town or some place outside of Me...Bella! Mon Coeur! Buried in the ground, a trench, a grave of your own making. 2 Drunks assisted you.

By the time I get to Wilmington will you wear a dress so fine...By the time I get Philadelphia, will you be my Queen....I have fought  in  the Revolutionary War. England GO HOME!!!...My Tri/corner hat! And  all  that's left... is my making and a Song for THEE.

By the time, 1960-s, Brian Jones, Rolling Stones, asphyxiated in your swimming pool, gasping for air and nobody THERE...until INK on PEN made it OK again, asthmatic, WHEEZE, WHEEZE, WHEEZE, no sympathy for the Devil.

By the time U hear my tune, my Musket in some Museum,  my legend forgot, my body buried in the ground...and by that Time, a tune, an old Lovers hum.


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