Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... BAaDER-Meinhof Gang, 1970s.
dedicato. Dr Claudia Loens.
After the TABASCO was gone I don-t remember much outside of gettin shot out of COMMIE VEE-GEES, Frankfurt Communes, picking up my bag-guitar...I pretty much carried my Guitar, or IT carried me to Switzerland. Basel. Berne. Whatever. They gotta lotta big HILLS there, snooty-ness and BANKS and with, like Me, dark Secrets.
After the Tabasco had gone, yet in the present.... Can we go back to the Weinstube. I-m s-pposed to meet Helmut. He just sold some GUNS / non descript /to AHMED who runs the Kebab place on Karl-Heinz Strasse. I-m SURE it-s just a Cabaret. Non of these Guys, Gals want to get on ZDF, your Deutche BBC. Helmut said he-d DO a deal. I wanted 200 Deutchmarks. Need to see a Gal in Lyon....Maybe a snippet. Guten-morgan San Diego-Matina! No No. Not. But U never KNOW. And has we have NO money, running out of Tobacco, YO!!! Is THAT MARTINA just walked in!! DENMARK! Babee! Love that Japanese Bandana. Say "Hi!" to BAMBULE, Andreas, the CREW. They-re pretty stoned right now. They just robbed the Volksbank on Bismarck Strasse whilst handing out free COOKIES to the Customers. COPS R beehives! Sit down. Smoke a Doobie! OH!!! Over THERE by the Piano. Teufal-koft. He-s still trying to master the Spanish Guitar! Please! Sit!...
After the Tabasco was gone, INSANITY ruled. Everybody GOT GERMAN, no goose-stepping, but intellectually, pretty dynamic, close or just, general disdain. KFC never made it as a chain food outlet, unlike McDonald's, or Taco Bell.
c2019, dave delacroix.
c2019, davedelacroix. pictures of who WE R. or were.
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