Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....BEETHOVEN-s 9th Alternative Sympathy. The MARSUPIAL.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...BEETHOVEN-s 9th. Alternative Sympathy. The MARSUPIAL....in 4 parts. THE KANGAROO!!!!


*A quattro Musical Piece, dedicato, to Doctor Marie-Claude who sips Grande Cru Vin Rouge at the Café Rendezvous des Amis, Montmartre, Paris...Loic du Vallvert at the Bar! Salute!... Allors! Chanson du Populi, Canzone di Ragazzi, Songs YOU already know but with a different Lyric..... A salute, Mes Enfant!...
Its in FOUR Movements. Relative states of Inebriation. Conducted by Dave Delacroix. Age 63.


1..... Scars of Your Love.... Irish drinking song.

I-ll sing of a time
and I-ll sing of a TIME
when MEN were SMOKERS
and GALS, refined!
Unto the Heavens
they-ve ALL disappeared
but I-ll sing of
the scars of your Love.

NO strings on ME Banjo!
No Tea-Kettle drum,
no suicide blanket
to fall when U done,
a Fife, a Timpani,
to HERALD your Dove-s flight,
but I-ll sing of
the scars of your Love.


GONE to Dublin
New York or PAREE,
a kiss, a cuddle
before U set sail,
I-ll ask for Nothing,
those sweet memories
and SING of the Songs
and the scars of your Love.


CHORUS....

I-ll sing of the Scars of your Heart,
GERALDINE.
I-ll sing of the Heart of your Love,
Marie-Claude!
I-ll sing of the scars of your Heart,
CHERI,
Eternity sings of your Love!

I-ll sing of a time,
and I-ll SING of a TIME
when MEN were SMOKERS,
NOT PUSSIES! And Ladies
refined, unto the heavens,
now disappeared
and I-ll sing of the scars
of your Love.


2....Snappa-Wappa-Wappa!..... Old time Radio Broadcast, 1920-s Song.

SHE-S a Snappa-Wappa-Wappa!
From Albuquerque.
A Snappa-Wappa-Wappa!
From SAN BERDOO!
She-s a Snappa-Wappa-Wappa!
From Boulder, Colorado.....WHA!
A Snappa-Wappa-Wappa
from ME to U.

But IF U see her in the morning, pining for her Daddy or long lost boyfriend, back home, like a FAUN, prodding the forest dew... U can ONLY hope to meet her in a Shakespearean Sonnet, at best, charming, dis-arming...and her Kiss is Cool. An intense loneliness. Who DARES to walk this walk...

She-s a Snappa-Wappa-Wappa!
From LONDON, U.K.
She-s a Snappa-Wappa-WACKA!
Maybe she-s from L.A....!!!
YUP! She a Kiss-divine!
A walking SHRINE....methinks!
And, so the story goes...
IF U EVER meet
Snappa-Wacka-Boogaloo
TRY to be A DUDE
Its what U feel, YO!
Right down there... in your HEART!!!


3...….HOMELESS LOVER..... Sang to Blu I-s My Way, orig. song composed by Barry Manilow.

...I did mah thang, I was lone, U held me tight, felt for my wallet.

OK. romantic version.

I did my thing, I was alone
U held me tight, U kept me warm
I did my best, I wrote a song
*where was my Wallet!!!
I travelled FAR and for SO long,
U saw the Promise, in my eyes
between Ourselves, NO disguise.

People frowned. Sad lonely Clowns!
No matter. I did it My Way.
*still cant find my wallet.

TO the Manor Born, a stupid lore
I got away, without reservation.
I jammed thw World, I saw it TRUE
like a Homeless Lover.
There-s Nothing left
*no wallet
WE are DEAD and gone...
WHOOPEE-DOO!
Our Legend roams, Critics disputing,
Our Hugs, a KISS,
a glance in time, MY WAY!

*SINGING....

Homeless Lover WHERE have U gone!
Gone, gone, gone to TUCUMCARI!
Homeless Lover where have U gone!
BURY MY HEART in Canoga Park!...


4...….. GAME OF JONES!

...Work in Progress. Mix the Martinis and MIND your step!



c2018,davedelacroix,cafe porta Palermo,sciacca,sicily,sweet September.