Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Since U bin gone.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Since U been gone.

dedicato. Sylvia in Freiburg.


WAAAHHH....Since U bin gone, I shot the Fiddle Player. Since U been gone, I re-decorated the Eiffel Tower. Since U bin gone, yowsa! I changed my Carousel  Shirt. And since U bin gone. I taught the Rocketeers how to Dance. Yo! Sumptin like dat. Since U been gone.

WAAAAHHH! ...echo!... Since U been GONE, I sold your Dresses, spangles too, that chest of Farewell Tresses. I made a bunch a MONEY in lieu of U but since U been gone, there-s STILL U.

By the Bois du Boulogne where all the Faggots cloy, I wander as lonely as a whassit-cloud. And that sweet melody that comes back to Me, as that Django Reinhardt dude take my love South!

AAAAAARG!!!...Since U been gone, thinking, U might STILL lend me Money. Since U been gone. U might still...almost...think it-s funny. I got nothing on U, U got nothing on MOI but love-s sweet memory, since U been gone.

Since U been GONE. Tra-la-la! Since U been gone. ….guitar strumming.


c2019,davedelacroix, truro, u.k. frickin monsoon.