Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Jalopy of Dreams.
dedicato. Andy, lead dude with WISHBONE ASH....U know.
After the GIG everything was Blue. It-s HARD to BOOG-A-LOO, people, around. L.A. Seattle. New York City, concert parasites. YO! YOU! EVIL-EVES! Groupies, and ALL they got is some VULVA for some juicy-Saturday night... don't do Nuttin for Dostoevsky, Gogol, EVEN STALIN on a St. Petersburg afternoon. No St. Pete-s Nevsky Prospect, DASS-your DANCER! Some inerrant PENIS-desire....back in the USSR! ...someplace.
Personally, I am NOT UN-towards their DYNAMIC, understanding the desperation of Anonymity!
ON POINT! Do we Masturbate FRANTICALLY, publicly, STRIP=MALL or DO a BREXIT-HEAVEN, yell for BILINGUAL-ORAL SEX to take place in Maidenhead, UK, in Teresa Mays backyard...….does she HAVE ONE....or the Isle de Paris, Chateaux-Macron, TOMORROW-s morning, a WARNING. If U play with FIRE....fingers burnt! Who incinerates CULTURE by DE-fault!
An IMPRESSIONIST PAINTER!
After the GIG, we put down our GUITARS, worthless, NAMELESS, musicians in a Hollywood SWAMP, it-s who we are. Paul Z. on Lead Guitar, Blind Bill, from Texas, on Bass. L.A. Dayton on KIT, I poked a few song-concepts at the Hollywood-Kibbutz, to no avail.... It don-t matter. WHAT MATTERS.. excepting WE prevail. Zachery, Bill, Dayton, Dave! Stuff. Rock N Roll. Things with HONOUR...that U Do.
After the GIG, a change of Clothes. A new Girlfriend, it-s how it goes, this side of Nashville, Memphis, N.Y.C. that Life-s-groin KICK, that inherent....God U should GET IT...KICK, which, after the GIG, makes U a part of History...And after all is said and done....the Equipment, Drum Kit, Bass, Electric Guitars, P.A. System, BLOODY LIGHTS....who stole the Microphones....lost in a stolen van.....at the Midnight Diner, I-5, South of Sacremento, 20 bucks to your name.....your life, boog-a-loo....GONE in a jalopy of Dreams.
c2019,davedelacroix.
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