Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Vaya con Dios No. 2."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Vaya can Dios, No. 2"

(dedicato: Darin Kavanagh)


(SMOOZE!!!:)......every time U Piss me Off, every time, I get to Mississippi, every time U go away; I die a little? (Don't SUE ME!)
Every time I miss your Smile, every time, U beguile, every time the phone don't ring, it's Love?
Every time the sun dont shine, or  "Seasons of mist and mellow fruitfulness" (Keats) , And Winter wrapped around Me: whotchagonna do? (I'm Broke!)
Lullaby, night time Babee, U in my arms  an' I DON'T mean maybe; where ever U ARE: thinking of U; where ever U R: Va ya con Dios.... Can U lend Me $20!?.....

New strings on my Guitar!.....


c.2o18,davedelacroix,COSTA RICA

Our Man in Europe/DAVE DELACROIX/ 1 to 5: "Dick Breath Blues!"

Our Man in Europe/Dave Delacroix/ 1 to 5: Dick Breath Blues."

(Uno:)

...ME and mah RABBI
hunted DOWN
like Sarralie, Saturday Night-_(questino marco)
A Kernel of a Culture, a BUD, bursted
an illumination
full of Light, LIFE and complete
in some Umbilical
of Music-Understanding;
oBTUSE, Tits away,
testicals
stick your Dick in the Wind?

Milk, butter,, Whisky, Tonic
for the drink U never drink
and Shannon
at the Mimi-Market,
a GO-TO?

It would be REMISS of me if I let U go alone?



c2016,dd,Roma,italia

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Night is Long..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The night is long..."

(dedicato: Steve Cousins; mi capo Yorkshire/UK high school, sports dude)


...There's NO cryin' in Baseball, no attempted Suicides, no - major league - injuries, except post game locker room tumbles, just BAGS of WHINING. Whining; it goes with the territory, Baseball, the Game? There's NO "whining": Did U see Dat!?, not in Baseball. the mathematics of probability; no real need to keep score; U go figure? If NOT, U got it righteously wrong and ALMOST as bad as that OTHER  game: Cricket, named after an audibly repetitive BUG! As for LOVE, please apply ALL of  the above. And, alas, if U never LOVED? Weeee'll, I guess U never got to PLAY Major League: WHINERS UNITE!?

The Night is long. Too true. Like that "cliffhanger", that dang Game, days of yore, screwed up-curved-ball score including FOUL BALL, "Stealin'" and back THEN, nobody EVER made a dime: "Say it Aint SO Joe?", (BASTA!!!)  NO WHINING. (See what I mean?).... The Night is long that never finds the day.
Now? Get ya butt in the locker room. Wipe ya brow. And NO U know Whassit!!!....:)


c2018/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/School Rugby Team Capo....1966-7.

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...In MY own Time."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "...In my Own time."


In MAH own time I've heard some pretty dang good Guitar (no borders), in my time? YOU Babe? U seen some FAST cars, Limos, Corvettes, classic Mustangs?... So what's with this Del Rio Motel room, Tocumcari (Texas?), maybe New Mexico on some highway to El Paso?
I wanna EMIGRATE to OLD Mexico (gotta Gal a'waitin' in Acapulco?) but the Federales won't let me IN (No Sombrero?) this time?
NO HABLA Espaniole, no Englessee Yankee-doodle-dandy; a sad Catholic boy - 4 string banjo - who never went to Mass?... So find me a "Coyote" (£1,000) before WASH-D.C. builds that WALL...like the one we had in BERLIN, German town, so long ago, now returning, as old sins cast long shadows and the NEW hells we deign to re-create?
HEY!!! I just bought a humongous SOMBRERO!
(THIS should work?)
Life "Lefty & Poncho", the border Federales just MIGHT let me slip through: "Outta kindness, I suppose"?....


c2018/davedelacroix/secret agent/licenced to chill....

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Perfect Losers."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Perfect Losers."

dedicato: Melanie, 27 yr old, hitch-hiking Highway One, California. constantly....


....Perfect Losers, downtown, Up-town, Up-Country...in the COLD? ...Perfect KIDS; Coming up Rosy?
Some Winter wish, some Winter bliss, some Winter Kiss; a kiss for Perfect Losers?

Some Perfect Losers, Homeless, with Heart: Don't pass GO, never Start, some DUMPSTER Divers of Hearts, some "Peak Lady" (Queen of Spades) & a Knave for a perfect Lover, a Loser, again, again and again, somehow, always again?

Perfect Losers...in Paradise, now with wings that SOAR, yet  now IN Winter, that wrap around U and keep U warm....


c.2018/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO, alive & kickin'.....

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Beloved Suspects!"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Beloved Suspects!"

(dedicato: Rudi & Wolfgang, Bergheim, Germany)

....Beloved Suspects, bad habits, RASCALS, Banjo players, Jewish Harps, the Sisters of Mercy & Ragga-muffins galore? ALL loved, all disdained, all embraced, like the Berlin Wall...not without pain?

YO! Beloved (Usual) Suspects! Wearing each other's shirts, pants, socks, without Invitation, rain or shine, the last beer in the fridge, gone, gone, gone with You, intrinsically?

WHO the Devil? Who the God? And where? Why!? "Perché?" VAH-ROOOM!!! Dead? Dying (Not feeling very well?): M.I.A.?

-Beloved Suspects: who donated their Life's Blood like a Coal in Winter which I gladly burnt, stealing Fire on Fire into the flame of Fame, all now expired, UN-sung in their perfect harmony of Silence?

c.2018/davedelacroix/off to Costa Rica...

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Butcher's bill..."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Butcher's bill..."


The Butcher's bill.


...Potatoes: Euros: 1.75 (5 kilos)
Carrots: Euros: 0.99

No BLOW for Rebecca on a Sabatto Notte/Saturday night? No KISS on a Monday-Monday, no Sheffield Wednesday, no Good Friday (Run for your Lives!!!); and just WHEN - the Dude? - Jesus Christ got NAILED to the Cross? Just WHEN was that BBQ!?...."Avec Champignon" in a frozen bag, that Hallucinogenic, Sisters weeping, abusive "Bouncers": reasons to be Cheerful: 1-2-3!? Angelina at da Pizzeria, a Louis Prima song?

....Cantaloupe, Asperagusini, Mandarin oranges: mixed bag: Euros: 2.00! ("How'd ya like THEM Apples!?).....Keep the Doctor away?

OH! OH!!! C'mon now! I SEE ya got your brand new Leopard-skin,  Pillbox hat?...And - figuring - not just HOW U can't SEE but... under which... how can our Thoughts fester?

BAG OF LENTILS!....TWO PORK CHOPS!!!?....(Euros: Priceless)

And DEVOURED by Time IN Time, that shudders every time we ATTEMPT this climb, dyslectic, UN-toward, to UN-fandango?

Yoghurt: Euros: o.99
Garlic: o.99....?

No BLOW for Rebecca; who DAT RABBI? Who dat Pedophile? Or the Pied Piper of Hamelin, the RATS, the KIDS, in Ever-more? The latter, whose cries, STUNNED in freight trains en route to NAZI death camps?

....French Green Beans: Euros: 0.99 (frozen)
Onions: 1.00 per bag.

And  yet WHAT worth my Life if I PROTEST the Butcher's bill?...Except in my Turning?



c2018/davedelacroix/Lord Borgo/Sciacca/sicily...