Za's Stair - A Rochefort Meditation

Booboo sees a storm in a bucket
Delphine knows her looks can charm
The sailboat has no destination
But down

Let them choke on spins and high-kicks
It's a good day to stare out balconies and wear pastels
Delphine sings of bullshit and thinks it's love
Her sister poo-poos all that she's thought-up

The sewers of Rochefort have hair dye and violin bows
The merchants are all poets and so nothing gets sold
Don't shoot the messenger - just rearrange his clothes

She plays a tune like doomsday yet all the lilies dance
There's a sad story in every foxhole when her Howitzers advance
You can see the loafers floating on whitewashed ways of stone
And Booboo tells them Fuck Off when they cruise his mother's home

There's some jazzy bullshit brewing wherever sailors go
They'll tap-dance for your feelings as they scarf your escargot
In convertibles they'll fly to wherever fuck birds go
Just keep smiling, bon ami, this was arranged so long ago

Sunny scenes and pastel clothing will put the world to sleep
There's a bleach blond sailor pining in a diner filled with seats

Maxence has his painting and
Maxence is alone

Written by:
Frank DiPietro

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