Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The Sundowners...
Some SUNDOWNERS GIG WHERE we belong, next night, not knowing where we BELONG. Dat SONG that U know. It whistles in your SINEW. Takes 8 Surgical Operations to explain TESTICLES to a blind Lizard, trust Me. Dang Reptiles need therapeutics for 6 months, then RE-learn just how to swim and fornicate. U don-t know the meaning of Heartbreak!.... Like I say, SUNDOWNERS, keep your Farm Crops PICKED, your Market Shelves-stored, that COTTON on your DRESSER, that Whale Oil in your LAMP ...that gives U light... without, YOUR NEED.
Who sings our Song!
Who can SAY they Belong!
Who can hike down that Highway....like a Sundowner. A guy who hitch-hiked 3 times across the U.S.A. and picked the roadside Sage, breathing some Soul.
Meanwhile, BACK in EUROPE...
I-m REALLY worried bout BREXIT. And the Muslim-Enemies of Christendom. Catch the Terrorists, just recite FRANZ KAFKA and play, over and OVER, Leonard Cohen-s early L.P.s, trust me. They-ll CRACK and give up all their Secrets. How many Camels they own. Sticks of TNT, buried in some shitty Parisian BnB.
Some SUNDOWNERS don-t KNOW how to SUN-down or look for a LOVE, that chance they have in life-s short life-span. That Gig God gave U. And the joy of Travel. Some place. Some Heart. That kiss of Tomorrow. The Sundowners, for Me ever more!
c2019. davedelacroix
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