Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Delilah Blue, artist - Joshua Kadison. Album song Delilah Blue, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Record label: A Capitol Records Release
Song language: English
Delilah Blue |
A cigarette burns itself out in a crushed up co’cola can ashtray |
In front of a busted up old mirror |
Delilah Blue is checking out his tired sachet |
Getting bored or just disappointed with his own reflection |
He just waves it all away |
Taking to his good friend Black-Eyed Susan, he says |
«Maybe we should go out West? |
Get a tan and fake the rest… |
This ol' life is just a test |
Just a test anyhow.» |
Then back to his own reflection he says |
«Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now?» |
The night manager of the Stardest Motel is banging louder |
On number seven’s door, saying |
«If you two queens don’t pay up for all last week, you can’t stay here no more.» |
And Delilah laughs as Black-Eyed Susan says, «Silly bitch is such a bore.» |
In a while they know she’ll walk away |
It’s just a drunken game she likes to play |
Besides, she knows they always pay |
They always pay somehow |
Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now? |
«Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now? |
What do we do now? |
Magnolia memories fill my eyes and the sweet bird of youth done flown away |
But don’t let anybody ever say |
This old dancer never had her day |
Cause this old dancer always knew we’d make it through, Delilah Blue.» |
Delilah’s in the bath tub now and it’s Black-Eyed Susan’s turn to ramble |
«The President of the United States is on TV |
Tellin' everybody the country’s doin' fine |
Well, he must be talkin' 'bout some other country |
Cause honey, he sure as hell ain’t talkin' 'bout mine |
Wish I could strut up to the White House steps in Shirley Temple drag and sing |
Brother can you spare a dime?' |
Hey, Miss D, I could always pawn that Jayne Mansfield thing |
How much cash you think that old rag’d bring? |
My ruby red dress I used to wear to sing |
Back when they’d whistle and they’d wow |
Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now? |
«Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now? |
What do we do now? |
Magnolia memories fill my eyes and the sweet bird of youth done flown away |
But don’t let anybody ever say |
This old dancer never had her day |
Cause this old dancer always knew we’d make it through, Delilah Blue.» |
«Does the year 2000 ever scare you 'cause it’s comin' up so fast? |
This getting older thing seems to be more about just learnin' how to last |
Flippin' through my old phone book, Delilah, all our mad, mad friends… |
We were such a cast |
What do I keep this old dog-eared thing for? |
Most our friends ain’t even here no more |
I’m feeling lonely as a ghost town whore left still standin' up somehow |
Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now?» |
With a towel turban on his head |
Delilah Blue appears in the golden aura of bathroom light |
«Tell you a little secret, Susan, I learned a long, long time ago |
It’s kept me on my feet all these years, high heels too |
I got the strap marks to show |
You can take it or you can leave it, oh baby, guess I don’t really know |
But it seems to me |
Between the blues we cannot name |
And all the rage we try to tame |
We’re only pawns in our own game |
Try not to let it wrinkle your pretty brow.» |
And just before he cuts the light |
He catches his own reflection in the mirror and smiles at the sight |
«Try not to let it wrinkle your pretty little brow |
Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now? |
«Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now? |
What do we do now? |
Magnolia memories fill my eyes and the sweet bird of youth done flown away |
But don’t let anybody ever say |
This old dancer never had her day |
Cause this old dancer always knew we’d make it through, Delilah Blue.» |
«Oh, Delilah Blue, what do we do now? |
What do we do now? |
Magnolia memories fill my eyes and the sweet bird of youth done flown away |
But don’t let anybody ever say |
This old dancer never had her day |
Cause this old dancer always knew we’d make it through, Delilah Blue.» |
Cause this old dancer thought she knew, we’d make it through |
Oh, this old dancer thought she knew, Delilah Blue |
What do we do now? |