Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...Ous sans les Bastardes, dantan...Where R the bastards of Yester-year...Ous Sans les bastardes, dantan.
dedicato. CAT STEVENS.
OUS SANS les bastards, dantan! WHERE R those bastards, dem MOTHERS of Guitar and Bass, Stand-Up Drum-Kit, where R those BASTARDS, ever-changing, boy-girl face who made my Songs sing...
OUS SANS LES bastards, dantan...Who HELD my hand, LENT me Clothes, made SURE I didn-t starve, Smokes and BREWS, from El Paso to some Hollywood EL DORADO on a Gibson-sunburst-guitar-yellow brick road!
OUS SANS LES.....fill in your name.....,dantan, now DEAD or dying, girlfriends, Goupies-raging, nuttin new, sez U, in an Airstream trailer-caravan, stuck out in West Texas, NATHAN PAYNE, Songwriter, SOLO, playin slide or mixing cocktails, waiting for a Song, maybe, to re-sound...as in...
OUS SANS les bastados!!! The Ones I miss and loved SO well! Ous sans les neige, dantan. Where R the SNOWS of yester-year. And ALL the diamonds U can eat.
c2019,davedelacroix. Truro. U.K.
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