Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Quartet Spleen.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...Quartet Spleen.


1.....

KILLER DOG on your trail. USURPED
your mental wail
it wails, and it wails, and it wails,
Since WAX was Chief of Police!

Dead Souls! Dead, quite, Cadaver, NO WITNESS
for the Lady.....in the Lake.

And SO it comes around
a sweet mistletoe,
a Day in the Sun
but everyone gets to KNOW

Yucca-cactus, bleeding blood
and all the things
under Chevrolet hood,
humming. cussing, spitting,
Detroit's finest!
A Conscience that never goes away...
And when it COMES
to kissing
Lord knows I should know better!


2...…..

Canzone

Don't GIVE your Patina away
Bela Senorita
Let the Bravoes SWEAT
give U a ring, pluck a Guitar,
a canzone Romantica….

Don't give your Virtue away
sweet Bela, its all in the game
for that one Bravoes fame,
who-ll leave U in shame,
less your Pappa,
your fratelloes ...go to Jail.

Don't give your Love away,
Il Caro, ALOOF, in a flight,
a dance, a canzone, a
tapestry MAMBO!....

ALLEURI! Yet some, decades, long distant night,
OLD and STANCO
you will RUE the day U CLOSED
favours Door
and said, ASPERTO, DOMANI
BRAVO SIGNORE....!!!

For NOW,
LIFE'S A BITCH!
No-one comes, lightly tapping
at your door,
a Passion-Interest
gone for ever-more.

Dont give your Love, mi Amica
un-less it-s DOMANI you see.


3...…


California, Topanga Canyon, Gold-digger Bela's!

Bela's in da desert! Bela's in da Canyon!
 California, time and space,
 NOW....OLD, BEAD, LADIES
with whithering Bourbon, Whisky wiles, a broken Guitar belonging to some HAS-BEEN they once invested their Heart, like a gathering of MISS HAVERSHAMS...Dickens....looking for a PIP with Great California Expectations...How SWEET Life-s Rivers run.

Bela's on the PRAIRIES who-ll knit your brow, organize a DOOM, come too soon, kiss your sweet Youth, whistle, uncannily, like a forgotten tune, INVIOLATE, yet THEIRS, like black widow spiders, apres, consumption,
not sure. EAT U
...or let U prevail.
 Oh yes. Such creatures scamper around loneliness.
Their MEAT
….. is the forlorn.

Bela's in the City, PERFUME, HIGH-HAT and Click-heels, a smatter of DIATRIBE
beyond your comprehension.
Its ONLY the Fashion-ista-BROKEN
in search of GOD, or Love, or Perfection....
I wash my abundant long, Anglo-Saxon hair every 2 days. The REST of me is decaying.
For LOVE... I am in despair.


4.....

UNDER THE RADAR, my Gal got my NUMBER, jeez don't I ever get to MASTURBATE on a Wednesday afternoon....in Private!
U, Yes U!!! U don't KNOW the meaning of HEART BREAK, too late for TERROR when your fellow CAMBRIDGE FELLOWS find out U AIN'T GAY....!!! WOTS WONG WIV DIS HUOMO! -said with a lisp.

UNDER DA MOONBEAMS, guilty of POETRY, tried to HIDE IT under somebody Else's pillow punting on the god damn river, trying NOT to look too POET-SWINBURNE, too dreamy, yet bumming money for a drink, or stealing a bus, double-Decker ride, what-s to become of MIO, Post-Grad style...

UNDER THE COLLEGE TOWERS of ILLITERACY, those glittering Prizes, not for Me. BADDA-BING! BADDA-BOOM!....I boogied lonely as a cloud.

UNDER THE RADAR, my Gal ditched me. She joined the Commies or the Drama Society. Said she wanted to be Free. Somehow, it all works out. I quit my Studies, moved up North to the Derby shire Dales. Got a job as a Farm Labourer…. Under the Radar.



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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....GOD's LANDFILL.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix….God's Landfill.


CELLPHONES, APPS, Quiz stuff, headphone cables, PASSWORDS, all be TOLD, Dead Souls. Gogol! God's Landfill.
Cavalry Charges, Military PHALANX, Barbarians. Aborigines, CRUSH, God's handful! OR...
Broken promises, Deadbeat Loves, a call to Arms, where PUSH is PUSH and SHOVE is SHOVE!
…..I SEE no evidence of smart Gals whining for the NON Alpha'Man…

I wandered amongst God's Landfill. Lots of TRASH, lots of Jokers, boys and Girls alike, asking me if I was staying, could I put them UP for a night…


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OUR MAN in Europe, dave delacroix... A Day in the Life.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... A DAY in the LIFE.


No morning BLOW JOBS, NO bacon and Eggs....

Let me START again.


It-s always incredulous, in RUGBY, when in SCRAMBLE U make a TRY, SCORE a goal, your first, and quite unexpected, U R the RUGGER DUDE, IL CAPO, never fails to swirl in Life-s sub-conscious and sustains your inner confidence for the rest of your life!
Maybe it-s an English thing!

IN SICILY, the town OF Ribera, RIBERA....tattooed Costas, my buddy, from RUMANIA, sucking on Grillos, Siciliano Vino Biancos, was proposition with his GAL on a Café Terrazzo by TWO Bravos... Give UP 30 Euros!
Why 30....
Fuck off! Fight ensued. Problem WAS Carlos is from ANOTHER dynamic. I KNOW. He pounds the two Bravoes, they run OFF, come back with TWENTY MORE!
Restaurant, Cafe People ENSURE Carlos and his GAL get on a bus out of town....to SCIACCA, where I live. WORD HAS IT, Scumbags of Ribera Bravoes are actively seeking Carlos here in Sciacca. A Siciliano Juvenile vendetta.
Carlos, Milano University Student, on VACATION with his GAL for 2 weeks, is presently HOLED UP on my Terrazzo. Sleeping bag. Puppy dog. Girlfriend who shows UP now and then. Tutte bene!
Heading back to MILANO on the 10th.  His Birthday!
Stuff like this...he-s 21...happens all around the World every day!.... I must be losing touch.


NO morning Croissants, no Cannelloni!! Afternoons!

CRASHING with Vague-connects up in Humbolt County, |North-Redwoods California, odd-folks, Hippies, GUYS BUILDING THEIR LOGWOOD CABINS, clearing Cabin space yet worried bout the Environment... In the AFTERNOON of my LIFE, how come I tolerated, or enjoined....a Story of the ROAD, Guilty as charged. HAPPY TRAILS was a common Wood inscribed sign, of a Redwood Ranchero. 500 dead Redwood trees without a voice.

I was ALWAYS hitch hiking UP and down HIGHWAY ONE, California, like an Automaton in the benevolent clasp of Samaritans, ...purveying Songs and Words, the CRUX and the GUTS, pot-boiling, I still yet had to understand. To THIS day. The idiosyncrasy, the inner ORGASM of THOUGHT, yet to spew its GUTS, worthy of, worthy of Anything!
A death in the Afternoon, pictorialized by a Hemmingwayan bullfight would have been too YOU! Die of thirst in the heat. Freeze to death in the Cold, cold, Cold.... I knew these things.

BLOOD COFFEE, some place in Oakland. A THEATRE. They wouldn't give me a FREE cup. Pissed off I stormed down to the San Francisco bay with ONE EYE on the SKY... Full moon.....I only had a Quarter, 25 cents, So I wrote the Song, SOMEONE SLIPPED A QUARTER OVER YOUR MOON.

Someone slipped a quarter
over ya Moon.
Someone said, I love U
way to soon,
highways LONG
an its a lonely ride
yet the stars
are as bright as bright
someone slipped a quarter
over your moon.

And Oh how, my heart wails
Full Moon never seems to fail,
came over here on a Wagon Train
strange how things...stay the same.

Someone slipped a Quarter
over ya moon.
someone said
I love U way to soon

The highways long
and its a lonely ride
don't despair, baby
I-m by your side,
some slipped a quarter
over your moon..... Someone
slipped a quarter
over your moon.....



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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....BEETHOVEN-s 9th Alternative Sympathy. The MARSUPIAL.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...BEETHOVEN-s 9th. Alternative Sympathy. The MARSUPIAL....in 4 parts. THE KANGAROO!!!!


*A quattro Musical Piece, dedicato, to Doctor Marie-Claude who sips Grande Cru Vin Rouge at the Café Rendezvous des Amis, Montmartre, Paris...Loic du Vallvert at the Bar! Salute!... Allors! Chanson du Populi, Canzone di Ragazzi, Songs YOU already know but with a different Lyric..... A salute, Mes Enfant!...
Its in FOUR Movements. Relative states of Inebriation. Conducted by Dave Delacroix. Age 63.


1..... Scars of Your Love.... Irish drinking song.

I-ll sing of a time
and I-ll sing of a TIME
when MEN were SMOKERS
and GALS, refined!
Unto the Heavens
they-ve ALL disappeared
but I-ll sing of
the scars of your Love.

NO strings on ME Banjo!
No Tea-Kettle drum,
no suicide blanket
to fall when U done,
a Fife, a Timpani,
to HERALD your Dove-s flight,
but I-ll sing of
the scars of your Love.


GONE to Dublin
New York or PAREE,
a kiss, a cuddle
before U set sail,
I-ll ask for Nothing,
those sweet memories
and SING of the Songs
and the scars of your Love.


CHORUS....

I-ll sing of the Scars of your Heart,
GERALDINE.
I-ll sing of the Heart of your Love,
Marie-Claude!
I-ll sing of the scars of your Heart,
CHERI,
Eternity sings of your Love!

I-ll sing of a time,
and I-ll SING of a TIME
when MEN were SMOKERS,
NOT PUSSIES! And Ladies
refined, unto the heavens,
now disappeared
and I-ll sing of the scars
of your Love.


2....Snappa-Wappa-Wappa!..... Old time Radio Broadcast, 1920-s Song.

SHE-S a Snappa-Wappa-Wappa!
From Albuquerque.
A Snappa-Wappa-Wappa!
From SAN BERDOO!
She-s a Snappa-Wappa-Wappa!
From Boulder, Colorado.....WHA!
A Snappa-Wappa-Wappa
from ME to U.

But IF U see her in the morning, pining for her Daddy or long lost boyfriend, back home, like a FAUN, prodding the forest dew... U can ONLY hope to meet her in a Shakespearean Sonnet, at best, charming, dis-arming...and her Kiss is Cool. An intense loneliness. Who DARES to walk this walk...

She-s a Snappa-Wappa-Wappa!
From LONDON, U.K.
She-s a Snappa-Wappa-WACKA!
Maybe she-s from L.A....!!!
YUP! She a Kiss-divine!
A walking SHRINE....methinks!
And, so the story goes...
IF U EVER meet
Snappa-Wacka-Boogaloo
TRY to be A DUDE
Its what U feel, YO!
Right down there... in your HEART!!!


3...….HOMELESS LOVER..... Sang to Blu I-s My Way, orig. song composed by Barry Manilow.

...I did mah thang, I was lone, U held me tight, felt for my wallet.

OK. romantic version.

I did my thing, I was alone
U held me tight, U kept me warm
I did my best, I wrote a song
*where was my Wallet!!!
I travelled FAR and for SO long,
U saw the Promise, in my eyes
between Ourselves, NO disguise.

People frowned. Sad lonely Clowns!
No matter. I did it My Way.
*still cant find my wallet.

TO the Manor Born, a stupid lore
I got away, without reservation.
I jammed thw World, I saw it TRUE
like a Homeless Lover.
There-s Nothing left
*no wallet
WE are DEAD and gone...
WHOOPEE-DOO!
Our Legend roams, Critics disputing,
Our Hugs, a KISS,
a glance in time, MY WAY!

*SINGING....

Homeless Lover WHERE have U gone!
Gone, gone, gone to TUCUMCARI!
Homeless Lover where have U gone!
BURY MY HEART in Canoga Park!...


4...….. GAME OF JONES!

...Work in Progress. Mix the Martinis and MIND your step!



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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... THE NIGHT the Internet Died!...

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... The Night the Internet Died!...


*dedicato. Carlos Javani Akis.



The Night - Eternal! - when the Internet died, after-SEX-phone chatter took a dive, reverted back to smoking cigarettes and mumbles, WAS IT GOOF FOR U!...
The Night the Internet died KIDS gathered at street Cafes, at tables, holding, caressing like dead babies in the palms of their hands, useless pieces of Intel Plastic, looking sad... nobody spoke.
The Night the Internet died SOME Kids took up Hand-gliding, Guitar lessons, Drama Classes, Abstract Science, domestic activity, Cooking, Carpentry, Interior Design, gossiping whilst helping Mama hang out Laundry on the terrazzo, ALL took an UP-ward turn as invitations to Dinner at Home re-established, became, at first a reluctant Norm!...Minimal conversation.
PLASTIC trash LANDFILLS, of course, grew off the scale!!!...The Night the Internet died.

The Night the Internet DIED, people went on Vacations feeling UN-stability, became MUMMERS, WATCHERS of foreign, local, busy, living, working, smoking, drinking Vino folks in piazzas, trattorias, bistros, cafes at night< NOBODY KNEW WHAT TO DO!!! Nobody knew what to SAY! Nobody knew HOW TO SHARE! -for the Folks back Home...in their travel vacuum! SOME Tourist Pricks just wanted their money back!
The Night the Internet died a corroding GAP protruded like a festering scab of a Life-s TIMELINE, spotty at best, a POSTCARD. How does that Work...moment...A Post Office! THUS, a Mental Dark Age, the subject psychosis for debates to come of 1st Class Refugees, exclusive Cruise Boat People and the RE-integration for lost Kings of the Sun.

How WAS it for U, honey!
I CAME twice, but No Selfie!


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...DA IN-SECURITY MAN....

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.....Da IN-Security-Man!


Idiots coming into the Pub, gotta pass me by, DRUNKS busting into your Wedding, Garden Party, NO PROBLEMO, OR the Psycho-Anonymous STALKING you, no worries! And its because I am there...in lieu of the serious brutal bouncer wrestler dude, Off sick, that I prevail. I-m head to toe dressed in black but SITTING in the Security dudes chair, looking distracted but cool.

NO WORRIES! The IN-SECURITY-MAN!....Sometime wearing pink helmet, plastic, incidentally, Turquoise uniform, carpet slippers...Hooligans, Raging Nuns! Oddballs! HE...Mio!...Will sort them OUT! Kierkegaard, Kant, Nietzsche, Karl Popper, the lot! Sometimes GOD!!! -hugging or TALKing them to DEATH!!!
I am the IN-Security Man!....looking perpetually NERVOUS!

Background.....He lives with his MOM in the San Fernando Valley, read a lot of Paperbacks, 1 bed apptmt, no swimming pool, only his Old Maid Mom who knits him sweaters just in-case he moves to Alaska, gives him occasional advice, loneliest SOD west of the Pecos. Paid up membership in the TEENAGE ACNE RECOVERY PROGRAMME..... IN-Security Man!

A CELEB! YES!!!

Bruce Springsteen....Best Minder I ever had had! Kept his mouth shut!
Ozzie Osbourne...Mixed my best Gin Fizz!
Madonna.....He handled the aperitivoes whilst I KARATED my Bel-Air mansion, burglar-intruders!


When your BIZ goin- South! IN-Security-Man! BEHIND the Bar or AT the Door! In-Security-Man! He-ll dance your WORRIES into Never-never Land!

…..It gets worse. Employment opportunities are starting, surreptitiously, to include International Politics, USA-North Korea thingy. Apparently, the WORLD needs an UN-conventional Bar Door Bouncer! Some-one with FEELINGS. The IN-SECURITY-MAN!


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Lights of Cologne.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...Lights of Cologne.


…..Whats THAT U drinking, dear
the day was long
the night so clear,
there was nothing to say
that couldn't-t wait.

the Waiters are ALL askew
I guess its down
to U and Me,
only a Fool
would leave THIS late.

And don't ever ask Me
if I-mm out of Cigarettes,
don't ever feel I-ll wait!
Lights of Cologne
shine in your face...

Lights of Cologne
shine in the night
saying something ain't wrong
but something ain't right
and don't ever SAY
you-ve been here before.

I AM alone
but its better than LONELY,
your famous Cellphone,
U know U can call me,
the message reads
Come On Home!

And don't ever ask Me
if I-m out of Cigarettes
don't ever chance to Fate,
Lights of Cologne
shine in your face.
Lights of Cologne
shine in your face....


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shine in your face...at da beach, splish-splash!