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!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....LA FENICE* ...The Great American Love Song!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...La Fenice!...The Great American Love Song.

...I wonder who She-s boogie-ing with  now..
I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now
I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now
OR is SHE wondering who-s boogie-ing with Me!...

I wonder if SHE gives a THOUGHT, from 1 to 10, maybe
NOUGHT. I wonder, I WANDA
who She-s Boogie-ing with now,
it certainly..... ISN'T Me.

*CHOIR!!!!
ALL dat Love lost im TIME, OUR Passione, Entwined!
FOREVER, no-more, ALAS, but not for MIO!!!!

THEY say we HUM Ze old Canzone
which helps broken hearts get along,
no 2nd YIN, no 2nd YANG,
no pining for old yesterdays, no regrets, just forget,
I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now.

TRA-LA-LA!....basso.
TRA-LA-LA!...tenor.
TRA-LA-LA!...Soprano!

I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now
Dat Gal who made me my Life
I wonder if She-s all O.K.
I wonder who she-s boogie-ing with now...

I wonder who She-s boogie-ing with now
I wonder who She-s boogie-ing with now
I wonder who She-s boogie-ing with now
or if She-s wondering whose boogie-ing ...with me.



c2018,davedelacroix, Café La Fenice,sciacca,sicily.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...MOANING becomes ELECTRA!

Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix...MOANING becomes ELECTRA...


Belladonna's flutter by, Old men, in the Café Porta Palermo, attired in sandals, slacks, baggy shorts and...de rigeur… Pastel coloured shirts...There-s an inherent, UN-offensive fashion delight here, on point! -the Belles in their AIRY, billowing, floral print dresses.

Moaning....becomes Electra! I finally tracked down that PORN-flick. Soooo NUMB! It-s actually on U Tube and in SOME Countries they even teach it in Sex-Education classes! Or maybe I-m thinking of the wrong Flick!... Still. My Alma Mater was never THAT cool!

And it-s a JOY to be a STRANIERE with limited vocabulary, the finest Tourist Italiano! Living Ex-Pat, I-m spared the pitiful Café conversations> What-s What! Who-s Who! Did Juventus Football Club win again! Or the PRICE of.... WHATEVER!!! Trump, cabbage, a trip to Fiji!...Left only with the Vine, the Brew, the Malt, chain smoking in peace...to watch the Belladonna's who flutter by.

MOANING becomes Electra...in the ruins of ancient Troy, the predictability of limited Intelligence and the SPEW of the Dogs of War, SEX enslavement, REFUGEES, East of Istanbul, that Cultural Succubus, that AMOEBA which nibbles within the common Cranium which yearns ONLY to squeeze some Infidels ASS!

Carne....5 Euros.
Carrots...1 Euro.
Latte....1 Euro.
Fagioli….1 Euro.
Pesci....5 Euros.
Potatoes...2 Euros.
Sphaghetti….1 Euro.
Olive Oil....4,00 Euros.


Belladonna's flutter by in airy, billowing, floral dresses whilst Old man sip on their Espressos and Vino Biancos at the Café Porta Palermo..... and toast their young days now gone and by.


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Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...When I-m in Love.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... WHEN I-m in Love.


*dedicato. Salvatore and Martina. Happy birthday SAL.....


I don't get NO outta space perfume,
no QUIVER,
like I just went to da Moon!
I don't need
 a Picture of u
when I-m...in Love.

I can walk the streets
Paris or Rome
No need to talk,
my mind wanders
on its own...
I DO believe
closest we ARE,
the nearness of U,
in anticipation!
...when I-m in Love

Sugar Babee
/she calls ME Babe.
Sugar Maybe,
What am I supposed to DO
with U...

I reply...

I got NO commitments
this side of the weather,
In Paree
will U come and SMOOCH
with MIO,
cause babee, I-m in Love.
Oh Babee, this Boy-s in Love.



c2018,davedelacroix,our man in Europe,sciacca, sicily.