Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Highwayman.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... The Highwayman.


dedicato. Mimi. Cafe Bordeaux.


..And Sweet Glenda, who I loved so well, who trifled with my ardency, kept me at ropes end and made  me jealous, Richard, handsome Jon and Paul, diverted me so that they would call and bring gifts, engagements, escorts to the County dance or seaside trips and souveniers that wrang my heart, en-raged my Yorkshire tears, but yet, and yet, where is she now.

And sweet Dolores, who I worshipped so well. Who danced at my side then flipped my fragile Soul onto a pan of fire of disdain for her ways, a flagrant abuse of the flower of Love, who frollicked in the hay, then City-bound but would not come Up to see the wretch she had left behind, huddled in confusion on the Yorkshire moor within the heights of Doom, but, my lass, my bonnie lass, where are you now...

Psalms for Sweet Charlotte, long buried in a cold grave. A Child who hankered for me whilst, foolish, I hankered for what I craved, scattied in robust skirts round my buckle shoes, praised my aim when I failed to hunting-shoot. And playful, Re-arranged my TRi-corn hat, suggested I was Dick Turpin, a Highwayman that would carry her away, some place, some where, to Love-s Paradise!.. Oh my Charlotte! Where are you, where are you, oh  my Charlotte, where are you now...


c.davedelacroix, april, 2020. Virus-Central, Cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Song of Songs.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...   Song of Songs.


Song of Songs, idiots on Patrol, JU-JU Men in 12 Packs burning OLD WIVES TALES that once were Wisdom till VATICANO-INQUISITION issued EDICTS for their Wisdom-EXTERMINATION

....We got AUSHWITZ, BELSEN, REGENSwhossit. Bunch of Korals in Austrailia, Canada, New Zealand, pretty much everywhere the EURO-White-BOY has gone.

 What patch of LAND CONQUORED, not soiled in Native BLOOD. This SAD Song of Songs!



Song of Songs.


Louis. U need 5 Bucks!
Himmie. No! U need 10!
Louis. Gimmie a break. The Interest will kill me!
Louis. So! Go see Moe!

Song of Songs. Its in the Old Book.


Handsome George..... Master Smith! I want to marry Miss Robin. Blonde. Fair. Medium height. 180 llbs, good breeding stock, Infact, your DAUGHTER!
Master Smith..... Get long with U, young GEORGE. I-ll save her for ANOTHER.

And just like the Song an AXE swings. Body in the WELL. Nuptials took place the following Parish Sunday. Father of the Bride conspicuously absent.

Song of Songs. Its in the Old Book.

President, Prime Minister, Chairman-dude, adored, saluted, RESPECTED, walking proudly into the SENATE. Votes assured, PUBLIC ADORATION.... Maybe he was wearing the wrong COLOUR tie or Toga as 29 Dagger-Votes re-arranged his Sartorial Elegance.

Song of Songs. Its IN the Old Book!

AND FIE AND FIFE and FOE and THUMB....I smell the Devil and ALL thats Yet to come and a CURSE to curdle the blood in the veins of MEN who SPLAY a WOMAN-S divinity as the IDES of March bring retribution. A SONG of Songs. Beware the MAN who looks into his own Hellish Eternity!!!


c.2020.ides of march. davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... By the Rivers of Babylon.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... By the Rivers of Babylon.

BY THE RIVERS of Babylon, by the GIRONDE, by the CANAL du MIDI where we flopped down...Tough to fall in love again, tits, butt, floral dress, medium height, WANTED in 2 Countries,
blonde.
I seem to recall neither of us had a cigarette lighter. By the river-canal-whatever we tried that pre-posturous Boy Scout thingy with twigs. Hopeless. I wanted to ask passes-by for a Light but she insisted we keep a low profile. After copulating we were STILL Jones-ing for a Smoke.
In the Town the locals hailed. I-d been famous there for a spendthift week. RELAX! -I gestured.
This is my Kid Sista from NYC.
Some lame Gigoloes swarmed but, instinctively, did not get too close nor offer her a drink.I still had 100 Francs. The OLD days, when money was Money.
At a Cafe in Montpelier a Limousine arrived. An Armani Suit jumped out, adressed my Gal, all correct, and she made her excuses. DEPARTEZ. I stared at our empty table. 20 years later I caught sight of .....chatting to Johnny Depp, etc. So nice in Nice. Poor kid. She did NOT look happy!

c.2020, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Love and Death in the Time of Virus.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Love and Death in the time of Virus.


She loves ME she loves me NOT. Better get a handle on this Son, Ring-a-ring-a Roses we ALL fall down like Yesterdays Clown. Dat Dude!  U KNOW the one... IN THE MIRROR... and as pretty girls make graves so SHALL your heartache be saved. Alas.

He loves ME he loves me Not. Better I wile my Fandango at a Boutique, afterall, am I not the Queen of the TOWN, the Queen of the Dead, as dead as they can be. I nudge bodies with my toe and NO response sings back to ME... till I fall down.

WE, the Loved, the DEAD or dying who cannot catch breath for counting corpses in the Hospital Halls, when DOES this retribution end...sings the bold Son, the fair Maiden, the Doctor and SO many brave Nurses who can love you but now ....you cannot love back.


c.march 2020, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Like a Refugee.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Like a Refugee.


dedicato. My Brothers and Sisters, holding the Fort, in the U.S.A.


LIKE A REFUGEE, 25 years ...technically ILLEGAL...in da USA, I have this Experience. PLAYED GUITAR-sang Orig Songs,  Concerts, TV Shows! YUP!, My Dolce Vita! COVID-19, nuttin NEW to me. Like a Refugee.

Like a Refugee, U take, make your ABLUTIONS in Desert Lands. Sometimes, a Sea of Inter-state Wharehouses off an INTERSTATE OFF-RAMPS, the Highways Toilets, nuttin new. Like a Refugee. A Desert either way. Occasionally disinfected.

They GIVE U a V8, jelly-Peanut Sandwich. Maybe an Orange-in California. Charity-welcome! Dont ask where U SLEEP, on the Beach, the Woods, a Malibu Mansion Porch ...whilst lookin for a JOB!

Nobody SINGS, Buddy Can U Spare a Dime... because like in  Hollywood, there-s too many Chiefs and not enough Indians. Same goes for the Populace, EVERYBODY gotta SONG!!!

And LUCKY JIM-Me, with a Guitar before STRIP-MALL COPS chase U off and MORE! U play HERE-U get busted!!! Yet PIZZA HUT always gave away excess food they couldnt sell. Chinese Won-Ton, always a treat. MEE-HOW!!!...Salute!

Like a Refugee, SONGS evaporate in this WAIT n SEE what the COVID-19....Boogaloo, SEZ YOU!!....For whom the bell tolls, if not for thee....A Refugee. And that Promised Land we thought it would be. The Humanity in your Soul.



c.2020, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... NADAR-S Balloon.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... NADAR-s Balloon.

dedicato. FRANZE!!!...Carol Aniello. Accountessa.

When da Whisky got U nervous but U feel NO fear, tomorrow-s HELL is tomorrow-s HERE and U switched Belladonnas, mid-stream, benvenuto!...U R Here! When U strum dat Guitair or bang a Drum, when U whistle Dixie or find a Song in your pocket, like a falling Star, it-s too late. Hey Cayote!!! The Words R not Yours.

A ticket to the Americas!
A Biz-trip to Down-Under!
A Gal who loves U in Torino!
A Pandemic of Love that knows NO Prisoners!
Choices.

I-m moving to France. Place near Belgium, Spain, England, Germany. A Shrangalai for SOME folks. New heavens, new tunes like a NADAR Baloon-vista to survey.

When da Whisky got U nervous but U feel, FEAR, tomorrow-s HELL is here and U switched your boogaloo-MOJO, guitar, and bang a drum, a Dixie song finds U ....like Johnny come marching home!.. the Song U always sung...for WE I fear.


c.2020, davedelacroix, truro, tregolls hse., uk. March. Pandemic-Central......NADAR was a 1900s Photographer in Paris...FRANZE!!!....He photographed all the Beau Monde folks.Did the first photos FROM a aerial balloon... I guess U might google.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Primavera 2020, Spring 2020.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Primervera, 2020.


Grandpa, do U know wass-happenin. Si! Yes I DO, mio Caro. There are a BILLION Chickens without Heads trying to fix their own legs.


c.2020, dave delacroix.