Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...EAT DA BIRD!!!
dedicato. Michael Wright, Michael Cristol….My F.L.A. Bros.
Eat da Birdi, Eat Da Bird! She Said, Eat the BIRD! But I didn't have dah Heart! Powder on the dresser. She said EAT DA BIRD, Eat da Bird, but it wasn't IN Me. She said EAT DA BIRD, eat da bird, I was goin No place. At a loss, I hitch hiked out of Flagstaff, Arizona, sayin goodbye to those killer HOT WINGS at the Motel Casa Encenado. Got to playin Guitar in L.A. Could-a been worse. Could-a been a mental Truck-Stop post-mortem Tucumcarri!
c2019. davedelacroix, West of the Pecos.
No comments:
Post a Comment