Delilah Blue Lyrics
| Song | Delilah Blue |
| Artist | Joshua Kadison |
| Album | Delilah Blue |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kadison | |
| Lyrics：Joshua Kadison Music：Joshua Kadison | |
| 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? | |
| Chorus: | |
| "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? | |
| CHORUS | |
| "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? | |
| CHORUSx2 | |
| '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? |
| zuo qu : Kadison | |
| Lyrics: Joshua Kadison Music: Joshua Kadison | |
| 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 BlackEyed 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 BlackEyed 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? | |
| Chorus: | |
| " 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 BlackEyed 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? | |
| CHORUS | |
| " 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 dogeared 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? | |
| CHORUSx2 | |
| ' 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? |
| zuò qǔ : Kadison | |
| Lyrics: Joshua Kadison Music: Joshua Kadison | |
| 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 BlackEyed 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 BlackEyed 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? | |
| Chorus: | |
| " 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 BlackEyed 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? | |
| CHORUS | |
| " 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 dogeared 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? | |
| CHORUSx2 | |
| ' 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? |
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