Joshua Kadison - Delilah Blue (2003) by Joshua Kadison (보컬) on maniadb.com

Listen to the lambs all a-crying,
listen to the lambs all a-crying,
listen to the lambs all a-crying,
I want to get to heaven when I die.
I want to get to heaven when I die.

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?

Chorus x 2

'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?

Waiting in green velvet with a suitcase in her hand,
standing down a ways from the bus stop sign,
looking at the sky, like she was bound for the promised land,
checkin' out her watch like she was losing time.
She was checkin' out her watch like she was losing time.

Chorus:
Thought I heard her talkin' somethin' 'bout
"Rainbow lights, a psychedelic sight, it'll be here soon,
comin' down to fly us all away.
Can't you hear the roar of the distant engines from a far-off moon?
Are you packed and ready for Judgement Day?"

So I just sat there on the bus stop bench awhile
and watched her stare into the sun.
Reminded me what my grandma said when I was just a child,
"That'll hurt your eyes, dear little one,
that'll hurt your eyes, dear little one."

Chorus

The bus pulled up and I got in but the girl didn't even move.
This was not the ride she was waiting for.
The bus driver just shook his head 'cause there's nothing in the world to do
and I waved good-bye through the slowly closing door.
I just waved good-bye through the slowly closing door.

Chorus

Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine.
Twenty dollars to her name and a walk like you ain't never seen.
She moved into number eight with just a bottle in her hand,
an old radio wrapped up in it's cord and no particular plan.
I watched her in the hallway. She blew me a little kiss
and said, "Hey, baby, what's a boy like you, doin' in a place like this?"

Then she said, "Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news,
but this world ain't nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues."

Chorus:
Then she said, "Baby," she said, "Baby...
Baby, can you help me find a soul station on this old radio?
And we can steal us a little salvation if you got no place else to go.
Oh, baby, can you help me find a soul station? I'm feeling kinda low
and if you use your...use your 'magination,
baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot."

I was sweepin' a warehouse floor 'cross town midnight to eight.
If my ship was ever comin' in, it sure was dockin' late.
Neffertiti was dancin' six nights at a club jut off the strip.
After work we'd meet for breakfast, I'd help her count up all her tips.
She'd stuff some money in my pocket and say, "Baby, go back home.
Now what you tryin' to prove, boy, in this city all alone.

Then she said, "Well, I hate to be the one to have to give you the news,
but this world ain't nothin' but a one way ticket to the blues."

Chorus

Spoken:
She'd say, "Mamma must be worried sick about you."
She'd make me send home letters every... 'bout every month or so.
So I'd be there writing at her kitchen table
and Neffertiti'd be dancin' to the sweet soul music playin' on her radio.

"Mamma wants to rock you, rock you slow,
to the sweet soul music on the radio."

Chorus

Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine

Well, here I am in Amsterdam as winter waves goodbye...
almost seven in the morning and I'm walking all alone
and the moon's still in the sky.
And I have to laugh just thinking how I've never found a home.
Pillows yes, to lay my head, but I've mostly been alone.

Chorus:
Oh, Amsterdam, can you tell me what kind of man I am?
A walker in the rain, a dancer in the sand, or just an insane music man?
Oh, Amsterdam, I'm barely hanging on by a single strand.
All I really know is I don't understand.
I'm just waking up alone in Amsterdam.

A boy I see in a window there, I can't help looking in.
As someone's arms pull him back to bed, I'm thinking what a fool I've been.
And the moon is trapped in an old canal like a madman in a cell.
And I'm thinking how I'd like to know just one place very well.

Chorus

Rosie and Pauly in the back alley...
the funniest twosome that you ever did see.
Standing on a trash can, Pauly talks.
If he ain't too drunk and his words are clear
he gives the prettiest sermon you ever did hear
while Rosie wags her tail by the collection box.
When I'm low on inspiration
I go down and join the congregation.

Chorus:
Come on, Pauly, come and save my soul.
Everybody's tryin' but you never do know
and it sure feels good to say, "Amen.
" Come on, Pauly, come and save my soul.
It's driving me crazy and I'm losing control
but you always help me get it back together again.

Neffertiti and the girls are there fanning themselves on Eddie's back stair.
Pauly always sets their souls on fire.
Movin' and shakin' and wavin' their hands,
raisin' their voices to a far-away land,
they start in singing like a great big choir.
With harmonies that sound so sweet
you forget all about the trash beneath your feet.

Chorus

Call him a Messiah,
or just another clown,
but somethin' about the trash can prophet
always leads me to a higher ground.

Chorus

Hey, I didn't mean a thing I said last night.
I swear I didn't mean a word I used.
You don't have to listen, baby. You have every right
to feel that heart of yours has been abused.
I know I've used up all my chances a long, long time ago
and I really don't deserve to call you mine,
but, if I told you that I loved you,
could I lay back down beside you?
Could you take it on faith one more time?

Look at me I'm crying... imagine me crying.
Well, it's time I learned to anyway,
'cause if you're really set on one of us leaving,
I guess there's really nothing left to say.
It seems like such a shame,
but baby, I could never blame you, baby,
for leaving this old story far behind
and if I told that I love you,
could I lay back down beside you?
Could you take it on faith one more time?

I know I promised to you before
I wouldn't do anything to hurt you no more
If I could take it all back and start again...
take it all back well maybe then,
I could tell you that I love you.
I could lay back down beside you.
I could tell you that I love you, lay back down beside you.
If I told you that I love, could I lay back down beside you?
Could you take me on faith one more time?