our man in europe. dave delacroix, "The Great Boogaloo!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/The Great Boogaloo!

 ....no-one is safe, don't feel safe, that gig u found, no-one dances to the tune u sing, a background chorus resounds, no-one hollers your fate in the well, no-one screams that fate-befallen, no-one picks up your skirts, a laundry-bleached far away.

no-one writes your old fave tune or sings of your heroics in war n doom, no-one gonna pick up ya pieces or kiss your memory, that boogaloo, that was u. What is U, what IS u, por quoi?

no-one ever got -gone in their mind, a lost song, time long since, time after time, nobody Confucius, no body with half a brain will ever sing of your fame. a frail sinew. Eternity's SCREAM of silence.

no-one is safe from obscurity, that non-existential real estate of castles in the air, empires, or a code of ethics which dissolve in the hands of tomorrow's kids, yet their joy, resounding, echoes your despair? 

no-one is safe from the great boogaloo, the hat u wear, the shoes that wear your feet, no-one gets to meet n greet outside of the almighty, a busy icon, last heard, a-throng with riffraff, zealots, parasites n sycophants, whilst writing his own song, in perpetual utero.

c.2025, dd, giggin in czl, bz....we prevail.