Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... RAIN in your EYE.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... RAIN in Your Eye.




MAHLERS Leider, Life, FAHRENDEN-get me to to BEER-Stube On time...It-s enough to piss off the POPE. GREENY from from Fleetwood Mac, Jewish Band, with Albatross OR Fragalistic-whatever. Brothers with po-Marcel Proust. Stuff from Last weekend, or David Silhitoe, The Loneliest of the long distance Slaves. Non Jewish.  It-s always tough, grim, to walk with the RAIN in your EYE, banged up pregnant, boy gone to sea, or that bastard who cooked your goose on some English business deal, the dimes U lost in anticipation, at McCaron, Las Vegas.. I heard it said from, actually, a ROCKEFELLA, an O-Neil. Hep ya shirts up HIGH. Never mind your SKIRTS! And ME, in my 1920-s knickerbockers, looking for a game of ....some kind of handicap. I left OR found my Million-dollar Babbee at the Five N-Dime!
Meantime, O-Neil, in addition to having a Situ... landing his Steinway thru his 86th. 2nd St. Apptmt. Skylight, on my advice-by helicopter, his crazy sister had just been rejected for some groovy Credit Card.






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