I Our Man in Europe, now Belize: "The SIREN in the DARK." (1 to 3)
1)... "NO MORE A'ROVING!"
...Don't need a tailored SUIT anymore (living in da tropics) from "Gieves & Hawkes" on Saville Row nor a "Turnbull & Asser" bowtie, cravat or silk shirt, wardrobe-debonaire.
Don't need a night at the SAVOY (London Hotel) or to wine & dine at the CAFE ROYALE. And absolutely I do NOT need an L.A. LIMO, don't need that bore. As for Hollywood & Vine? (I'd rather go to Church!?)
Don't need Deauville, Monte-Carlo nor Rome. Don't need "adventure" a SAFARI, climb the Himalayas or paddle UP the ORINOCO for that Eldorado no-one ever finds?
Ponce de Lyon searching for the "Fountain of Youth"? (St. Augustine-F.L.A.) It's in your back pocket as U travel along. Nobody told him. "Shmuck!?"
...And now, guess I don't need that Italian COUNTESS though she paid all my bills. Nor backstabbing friends who'll meet their own just ends.
SO! NO MORE WE'LL GO A'ROVING, a song we get to sing. All songs, like all our Yesterdays resound in a hollow ring. (THE BELLS! THE BELLS!) Going DEAF/bored yet!?
...U'll BAGPIPE (I'll Bagpipe too!) or WHISTLE, our last defense. Whisky & laughter? I recommend. Put on ya Tartan. Ya Highland fling. Rave a CEILIDH. We'll dance & sing.
...Don't need your kisses, don't need your Hollywood FAME. Don't need that sickly sweetness all over again. And as for Life's folly, fools-thieves & clowns. Don't need to meet EM all over again. (Unless they owe me money?)
There's always that. The TRAP! "Hmm! We R fools after all." My Credit rating is positively Agatha Christie!
Meantime I don't WANNA remember. Too many regrets which haunt my sleep. U try to forget a kiss on a pillow, a memento- souvenir. The stuff over Hellenic Wars have been fought. U fill in the blanks of OUR OWN crisis. No more a 'roving. We sing!!! My Bela-My sweet.
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
2)... "THE PHONEY!"
...In ASPIC, an ECLIPSE IN DECEMBER, like an "Up-Side-Downsize Cake". the one your Mommy made U many years ago. Ya-kind'a viewed it with suspicion but ate it any way; it looked like a rusted COLLISEUM where no bloodshed took place... like too many aspirins in the morning or a triple Cognac late at night; a "film Noir" in your Song. That dead Lady in the Lake. (Hunger prevailed!) Wonder how she met her fate?
In ASPIC, a SOLAR ECLIPSE in December, the MOON refused to shine. That KISS U expected... but always lets U down. Those Sunrise-Sunsets, nature's Carnivals swirl in the mirror of your eye. There IS no U.V. protection twix truth & when U LIE.
In aspic AN ELCLIPSE in December, the Winter of your discontent, , a PANDA MOON, a Yin & Whoosits staring U in the face; do U put on a disguise, run for cover, borrow money from ME to get out of town? It's ALWAYS tough when U don't conjure tomorrow's shopping list. But Tomorrow is Tomorrow's game!
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
3)... (Happy Song:) "The HIGHWAY on the WIRE."
......WE'RE ALWAYS DOOMED, we're always DOOMED in the afternoon, U got my Spoon? Well, did get yours too? No worries. We're always doomed. (Sonorous Orchestration)
And that PRETTY LADY in the printed-flirting dress, can I get an "introduction"? "Countess-Whoosits?" It's... a miracle PASSION survives. "Who if I cried out!?" (Rainer-Maria Rilke/German scribbler) DOTS & COMMAS prevail.
We're always DRESSED-TO-THE-NINES & yet we swoon too soon. We're always SEMI-DOOMED when LOVE bursts our balloon?
1960s. Dusty rooms. Fumbles under dresses. "U WILL be gentle?", "Las Vegas-Weekend?", "No Honey." she says, " I was thinking about TEXAS, South-Fork Ranch, Your $$$s & a sweet-heart retirement! My PUSSY well spent!"
...Maybe a Caracalla, a Gitano dance might alleviate your Soul or some Mississippi Blues to split your spleen yet find just WHAT!?...I AIN'T NO FOOLIN, 'Bin WITCHATA-LINESMAN". The highway on the Wire. Out there in Palookaville! Some SIREN in the dark.
(Full CHORUS:) "Tra-la-la."
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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