Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... DEATH loves a Crowd.
dedicato. Marie-Anne and Natashia, Barkeeps at Barataclau Cafe, Vic-Fesensac, GERS, France.
DEATH LOVES A CROWD. Death loves a crowd! There-s no rhyme nor reason, nor YOU in your IN-between, your UN-see-ing U, YOU....your initial UN-caring. And where-s mah Phone! Where-s mah GIG ...like FUNK and FUNKERS, we believe, we prevail. A-la Funk and Funkers.
Death loves a Crowd. A Crowd Hugs, Brotherhood-Sisterhood, a kiss, an ETERNITY of YOUTH. That ZODIAC, that COOL that Thrills the MYTH of Life-s bountiful destiny which wets Virgins, gives a Boner to the Farmer Youth, that hoho... le je nais cest quoi or the Fashionista who MUST Promenade! Yikes! DEATH loves a Crowd. And WE beseech HEAVEN!!!!...Just HOW do U STOP KIDS WANTING TO BE COOL.....their God-given Right! ...and like their forebears, OURSELVES, who RAVED all night!
Death loves a Crowd. Death will pick us OUT. WE ...who are now dying, slowly, in cold-judgement of our Children-s aspirations. Guilty of WANTING, like Ourselves in Yesteryear, of just wanting to be Human and to be Cool. To be COOL. And HERE, here in Western Europe. That BLOODIED CARTOGRAHER=S Chart, History attests! DEATH loves a Crowd. Death loves a Crowd. Maybe, think back, it was always So. We have long since murdered our Angels. We Funk and Funkers!...Did WE ever CARE!!!
Death loves a Crowd. But Youth and Love...prevails, and let it BE.
c.2020. dave delacroix. Vic-Fesensac, GERS, France.
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