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.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Back in the Day

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Back in the Day.


dedicato. Darin Kavanaugh.


BACK in DA DAY!!!


PLATO. The Good Ol Days never were!

Back in the DAY when Men were Men and Sheep were nervous we ALL wore Green Leisure Suits with Combat boots and a nice Tiara. All set off nicely by the Epee....sword-rapier-thingy...carried on a Gold lame Weight-lifters belt.
Alas. No Selfies exist.



c.2020. davedelacroix. All along the Watchtower!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....Virus Blues.-The IDES of March.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...Virus-Blues.-The IDES of March.


STAY AT HOME, STAY in your Bhurka, stay in your CURRY, stay in your WHISKY, stay in your toilet. Stay in your LANE, stay in your Fame or Incognito, STAY THERE, stay in your inner realm.

Stay in your JAZZ, ya razz-ma-tazz, stay in your BOOGALOO, stay in your kitchen, make dat STEW. Stay in the things that U THINK belong to U. Stay, awhile. Let someone ELSE tie the laces on your Shoe. Isnt that how U got here! One first breath.

Stay IN your Face. Stay in your Waste. Gotta Toothbrush! And beware the ides of March.


c.2020, davedelacroix, truro, uk, the ides of march.....