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SAILOR on stage in Munich (Germany) 18 October 1976
Photo taken by Gundula
Gundula's SAILOR special "Trouble" - written in 1978:
TROUBLE:
Once upon a time there was a SAILOR who always said to himself:
"I WISH I HAD A WAY WITH WOMEN" an ran from his HARBOUR
in PANAMA. He used to KEEP OFF THE STREETS AT NIGHT and so he
went to QUAY HOTEL, DOWN BY THE DOCKS, at COPACABANA where
NOTHING HAS CHANGED. He met his old friend CHECKPOINT CHARLIE who
wanted to have a PYJAMA PARTY with the GIRLS OF AMSTERDAM. But
the SAILOR was afraid of DANCING, moreover he was OUT OF MONEY
and couldn't pay anything. So he decided to BLAME IT ON THE SOFT
SPOT and walked up THE STREET. There he saw the TWO LADIES ON THE
CORNER with STILETTO HEELS who were distributing ASHES AND
DIAMONDS. He recognizes HANNA, the JAMAICA GIRL and JOSEPHINE
BAKER with whom he had TROUBLE IN HONG KONG and he said:
"ALL I NEED IS A GIRL, please STAY WITH ME NOW, STAY THE
NIGHT!!!" "O.k.", said HANNA, "LET'S GO TO
TOWN and have A GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE". They came to house
where are PEOPLE IN LOVE and JOE'S PIANOLA was playing THE OLD
NICKELODEON SOUND. A lot of SAILORs there were in ROMANCE with
GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS because this was the SAILOR'S NIGHT ON THE
TOWN. Hanna and the SAILOR went upstairs to her room and she
said: "OPEN UP THE DOOR, my love". In a MELANCHOLY way
he opened the door and walked through her room, looking at the
beautiful JACARANDA flowers and falling in love with HANNA again.
Then she gave him ONE DRINK TOO MANY and asked: "GIVE ME LA
SAMBA!" But he was pretty drunken so that he only could
whisper: "You're MY KIND OF GIRL - MY GIRL - only SHE KNOWS
WHAT TO DO." But she was so impatient and shouted at him:
"You'd better PUT YOUR MOUTH WHERE THE MONEY IS and GIVE ME
SHAKE's BEER." He didn't notice her gossip and murmured:
"ONE LIFE ONE LOVE ONE DAY" - suddenly she cracked a
COCONUT on his head and said ironically: "WHEN IT HURTS YOU
- it's not my fault." After this happening he woke up and
ran out of the house, wishing to be better a STRANGER IN PARIS
than the RUNAWAY. He heard HANNA crying: "STOP THAT
MAN", but no one could catch him. The SAILOR ran into a
TRAFFIC JAM and with a COOL BREEZE in his nape he raved in the
direction of the BLUE DESERT, wishing that this desert was
INSTANBUL. The time: 6.25 pm. - Nobody had ever seen him again...
© Gundula 1978
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