Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Saturday Night.
dedicato. Bela Jane Sheilds.
MY HEART is broken, my GIRL sailed away, she ran off with some RUNAWAY, never made it to shore, out on the Moor, where her body lies, her SOUL evanescent, a Saturday night!
There-s PROMISE, there-s Blood-ties, there-s KIN, there-s TRUTH and all the things that BIND me and U...BROKEN, asunder, a heart in chains and NO festive song, no WESSEX= refrain. The lamb doesn't bleat nor feral Cat MEEOW, no landsman refrain. No Intellect-HOW~!!! Nor Mandarin!
NO ADMIRAL in the King-s NAVY will give Sixpence for MY thoughts and what disdain I have for ENGLISH JUSTICE, over-shadowed by the one I love, a beer or 2, a Saturday night, wishing my fellow hung-to-be gaol- fraternity, a swift execution, far from the POX of sad Society! We DIE resolute! We DIE in Grace!
My Girl...A Stranger killed her on the Kings highway. But I am to HANG! And U, a Love-UN-delivered, con-cussed, yet Pirate the new Sabbath, that old time SATURDAY NIGHT, as a bronze, heavy clock, strikes me nearer to HER and to YOU.
Ching-Ching!
Can I, YOU, SHE, our LOVE let GO, a Saturday Night, fancy-free or do WE GHOST Tomorrow, a GUILLOTINE that simply smiles in the shadow of our Sundays. Or do we wile away the days in wistful Poetry...
c2919,,,david Delacroix.
dedicato. Bela Jane Sheilds.
MY HEART is broken, my GIRL sailed away, she ran off with some RUNAWAY, never made it to shore, out on the Moor, where her body lies, her SOUL evanescent, a Saturday night!
There-s PROMISE, there-s Blood-ties, there-s KIN, there-s TRUTH and all the things that BIND me and U...BROKEN, asunder, a heart in chains and NO festive song, no WESSEX= refrain. The lamb doesn't bleat nor feral Cat MEEOW, no landsman refrain. No Intellect-HOW~!!! Nor Mandarin!
NO ADMIRAL in the King-s NAVY will give Sixpence for MY thoughts and what disdain I have for ENGLISH JUSTICE, over-shadowed by the one I love, a beer or 2, a Saturday night, wishing my fellow hung-to-be gaol- fraternity, a swift execution, far from the POX of sad Society! We DIE resolute! We DIE in Grace!
My Girl...A Stranger killed her on the Kings highway. But I am to HANG! And U, a Love-UN-delivered, con-cussed, yet Pirate the new Sabbath, that old time SATURDAY NIGHT, as a bronze, heavy clock, strikes me nearer to HER and to YOU.
Ching-Ching!
Can I, YOU, SHE, our LOVE let GO, a Saturday Night, fancy-free or do WE GHOST Tomorrow, a GUILLOTINE that simply smiles in the shadow of our Sundays. Or do we wile away the days in wistful Poetry...
c2919,,,david Delacroix.
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