Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Alpha-Pazzo-Man!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Alpha-Pazzo-Man!"


(dedicato: Clay Cabe)


I had a SMART-Car,
I gave it away!
An Executive VESPA
it went the same way
to the Bella-donna, looking for
the Alpha-Pazzo-Man!
Nothing don't mean Nothing
to ME, but EVERYTHING
to the Alpha GAL; she's just
lookin' for that Alpha-Pazzo-
Man!

I once had a VILLA
an I gave it away,
a PINK GIRAFFE,
a 40 foot Yacht,
both went the same way;
now there's a traffic jam;
them GALS at Logger-Jam!
Cause the traffic light's RED!
-turn to GREEN?
The SMART-Car!
The VESPA!
The VILLA!, all waiting
on that PINK GIRAFFE
to VAI! VAI! VAI!
in search of dat 40 foot
Yacht, to - one day? -
sail away; to the NEXT
Alpha-Pazzo-Man!

So HIT me once!
Kiss me twice!
O sweet Ladies
it's ALL SO NICE
to be the
Alpha-Pazzo-Man!
Whilst the Little GALS
don't know
how sweet it IS
to be the
Alpha-Pazzo-Man!...

And good luck
with the payments
on ALL of the above!...:)



c2016/davedelacroix/Marimare Hotel-Pozzallo-Sicily...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ELVIS has left the Building."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "ELVIS has left the Building."


(dedicato: Pete Nalty)


Elvis has left the building...Still a lot of screaming going on!! The band is packing up, getting ready for the Greyhound (bus) , 200 miles cross Colorado to Kansas City, KANSAS, and no love in sight?

"Maybe I should'a sang  more GOSPEL, put it alright with JESUS?", the man says, on that Saturday night, on the lost side of Midnight -coming UP on the Radio Hour, Sunday, bloody Sunday?

ELVIS has left the building, filling kids with FREEDOM, hopes and dreams? And whilst it seems like some  East of Eden no-one can know what dreams prevail, or inspired, gone, dead, or born,  in the Tour Bus, along the dark, dank highway (Interstate 70)  and the new Blue Suede Shoes of tomorrow?

ELVIS has left the building in a cauldron in which no one man can endure? Midnight! A Guitar! Success? Or some KID,  (1950's!) just South of Paradise...


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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Da Real Stuff!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Da REAL Stuff!"


(dedicato: William Forsythe/ELVIS has left the Building!)


...She don't like Whisky,
 Bourbon or Gin?
She don't like Schnapps
or dat Vodka kiss?

She likes the REAL stuff!
She likes the REAL Stuff!
She likes the Real STUFF;
And the Real Stuff is ME:

OLD Las Vegas, Monte Carlo Town?
Biarritz or London town?
(It's no good!)
She likes the REAL stuff!
The really real stuff!
She likes the REAL stuff!
And da Real Stuff is ME!

She got NO future
 unless it's with Me;
the only Boy with which
SHE FEELS FREE;
She likes the Real Stuff!
YO! Da Real Stuff!
DA REAL STUFF???
-and da real stuff is ME....:)



c 2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/Viscount della Modica-Sicily.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sibling Rivalry."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Sibling Rivalry."


(dedicato: Fabio & Giada-Piacenza-Italia.)


Is it any WONDER-understood, that we hate Change? And, any wonder-is it Understood, along with Fate, with resentful smile,  that courts the wiles of Thought conceived in yesterday's womb?
Is it Understood, and any wonder U & I will always harmonize on roads that lead to ROMA, or Loch Ness, Scotland, with twilight in mind and morning dew; "NESSIE", the monster, popping reptile...from the depths, saying: "Buy me a Bloody Whisky!?" -like a Jacobite's Gaelic song: full of Rebellion and Passion,  as we disperse to diverge, yet attempt to MURDER our diversity and hoist the unique Clan-Tartan of our Soul?... And, lastly, is it any wonder, and  can it be ever understood: David Bowie singing: "Oh U Pretty Things! Don't U know....you're driving your Mommas & Poppas INSANE!???...:)
Answer, sadly: Probably "Yes." Whilst U tap one foot to the tune.



c 2016/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO. -Sicily. Count da Count...:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "DO YOU still Love me..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Do U still love me?..."

Do you still love me, heart and soul, forget the DANG that U once called Whole, but kiss your heartache?

Do you still love me, sink or swim, and selfish Love, a crush, a whim, that tells me who U are?

Do U still LOVE; War & Peace, in the immaculate conception, inseminated sperm, and that orgasm-everlasting?

Do U still love the love?



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Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The day that never came..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The day that never came..."


(dedicato,  with love: Giorgia Braico)


On the DAY that never came
U were perfectly happy, carefree.
 I saw it in your spring, your step?

On the DAY that never came
U trampled your Blues;
they suffocated
under your joyful gaiety!

On the day that never came
U full kissed a LEPER on the lips
and welcomed a stranger (Stranieri)
at your door
and prepared food ...for the multitudes?

On the DAY that never came
you succoured your friends Blues away, yet, still?
With a determined smile, U silently prayed:
"Hear US, O Lord, in heaven
thy dwelling place?"

-on the DAY that never arrived.



c2016/davedelacroix/Thank God the IDES OF MARCH have marched on by! Time to pop a Cork!....:)

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Rock & Roll Refugee..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Rock & Roll Refugee..."



In the Monastery of Thought, conviction, True faith, and Songwriting isolation, parking out them TUNES to make boys "Whoop-dee-Do!" and the girls, "Turn up the Heat!", where DO these Nuns of Nunnery and Damask Lads GO in the here and now...after the lights of Promise have been disconnected, after the Rock & Roll show?... And that inner combustion, that "Id", that Songwriting machine that just will NOT let go, reversed/rewind in the recording studio of your mind, clinging!?

BAD songs keep popping up in the middle of J.S.Bach's "HAIR on a G String"; songs such as George Michael (Suspect handle!)'s "Last Christmas", soliciting a Pedophile Crush in the public toilets (the GENTS), MacArthur Park-Lost Angeles, California!

My OWN personnel (Jesus) therapy is...FIRST THING in the morning when that blessed RECURRING song pops up in your (mostly mine) head, and all through coffee, Bacon and Heads, skipping Bread  and Marmalade  (All BAND names, incidentally?), the first 6 beers,  then on to 2 Vino Bianco's (pant, pant!) IS to PURGE yourself with a Neil Diamond song: "SONG SUNG SUE!" usually does the trick (It works for Lawyers, anyhow). And then, at the crack of "Happy Hour", ONWARD my aging Sisters and Brothers! Onward...to last night's creative spirit, last night's Postscript, your notebook/I-Pad ...to find (Must need stronger Specs?), er... to find out - much later - that the page is blank!

When the Music's over? -Like a Rock & Roll Refugee: Turn out the light.




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