A poetic review of Enrique's haunting night - by N.L. Belardes

On a Narduccis dark night
Arthur Chilling, ghost hunter,
The man of macabre dodged a childish demon fright
It was the young sheepherder ghost
lost in the eyes of this creepy dark host…
He stood by a fence with his Medicine man dream
A giant feather-made stick relic…
Did you see him chase ghosts?
Did you see his little girly scream?

Oh you can’t say you didn’t see him,
But Enrique wanted to please him,
She stirred and she growled her beer-drinking howl
She said, “Ay ay ay la! Oo lala run to me now!

This was her moment. She made dreams come true,
She counted her kisses; she kissed men, she kissed fools.
She danced with strangers
Her smile a Marilyn Monroe dazzle.
Hollywood’s next, she doesn’t mean to frazzle.

Oh Nicky boy she bantered!
Oh Kenny Filthy she moaned!
Oh daring young men!
I’ll corner you all.
I’m Enrique Fuentes,
And I’m queen of this ball!
I’ll see you at 8
Or I won’t see you at all!

Enrique Fuentes, she’s Queen of the Downtown Fur,
Her China Dress in bunches, her laughter demented.
Oh Hollywood! Oh Glamour!
Oh Big Bands! Oh Banter!
Oh Johnny Come Lately!
Oh Dalloways! Oh Norfolk!
What’s the matter??

The bands of the haunt! The songs of the Night!
The band creatures stirred
No Arthur Chilling was in sight.

Did you See Johnny Come lately?
Their songs a masterful rock whir:

What about the Dalloways?
Their songs a brit pop blur:

And Norfolk in their moment?
James in an alt country rock slur:

These were the bands, this was the night,
At Narduccis even the Basque ghosts
Were nowhere in sight.
Now you go tell this story, go haunt the local news,
This night of music sang to Bakersfield’s
Most starry-eyed Muse.

This entry was posted by N.L. Belardes, on Sunday, April 17, 2005. You can leave your response.