Joshua Kadison - Delilah Blue

Delilah Blue
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 Stardust 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?

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?

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*subscribes to a Joshua Kadison ML*

*receives first mail*

its so frustratng dat i cant do d thngs dat u do re:
turning sum1 onto liking JK. evrytym i tell sum1 i knw
abt JK all dey say s, who is he? as much as i wud 2
lend dem JKs cds so deyd knw hu JK is, i cant coz i hv
no JK cds 2 lend dem. dang! its rili hard wen u live n
a country lyk d philippines. u dnt get access 2 all
kinds of musc n all kinds of artists, not evn JK.
dang! by d way, am i d only filipina JK fanatic here?
i suppose so. i pity my only copy of paintd dsert
serenade, cassette tape at that! been playng it 4 so
many yrs now. u can jz imagne how poor it sounds. lol.
but its ok. hope sum1 cud tell us d story of JKs buk.
jz lyk JKs cds, i also cant find a copy of his buk
here. double whammy! oh, am at mcdonalds ryt now havng
lunch. my ears hurt. sum1s kid has been screaming lyk
a banshee. Ão juz moi, aljin : )

o.o; *reads two lines*

*unsubs*

*sighs*

(I didn't even know people could write like that! Is he/she/it serious???)

Random thoughts on Smallville "Tempest". (So I'm watching them out of order. Sue me... ^.^;)

• What's the deal? How crappy a boyfriend can you be to enlist with the Marines without ever consulting your girlfriend before? *grumbles* And if I just may add, you're not "saving the world from evil" as soon as you join a US military corps. Stop spreading those myths, you jerks!


• Jonathan is a dickhead. I just keep thinking it every time I see him. And Martha hardly ever does anything else but look astonished or worried. I don't like them both much. Sorry.


• Oooh, very intense moment when Lex is tying Clark's bow-tie. Very familiar, very sexy. "We'll always be friends". *purrs*


• Am I the only one who thinks it's odd that both Jonathan and Martha didn't bother to come out and look at Clark and Chloe in their graduation ball clothes? I think it's a pretty special time and shouldn't parents take pics and all that jazz?


• Whitney isn't half as bad, but maybe that's because he's beautiful when he leaves. Hmm...


• "I'm forging a new destiny free from you."
  "You're not my enemy, you're my son!"
  "I never saw the distinction."
  (Lex to Lionel)
• Even though it's not nice of Clark to leave Chloe on their prom night, and even though Lana it an annoying little wench, I think Clark was absolutely right to look after her. She really needed his help and he had to give it to her.

What I'd say to myself...

Since I saw this at someone else's journal before it went poof and I thought it was a curious mind exercise.

So here's mine.

What I'd say to my 12 year old self:

Assuming they want me to tell my 12 yo self something I know better now, I have no reason to tell it that I hate it. As a matter of fact, I'd have a lot of important things to tell it. Most importantly, I would tell my 12 yo self: do not listen to what your so called friends are telling you. Of all the people who are trying to change you perhaps 2 really mean well. And I'd tell this 12 yo "You can do everything you want to do. Just go out and do it." And I'd hug this 12 yo, because I know for myself that at 12 I wasn't nearly as fucked up as I was later. NOW I'm not as fucked up as I was 2 years ago.

I guess the best thing to tell your younger self is what mistakes you should seriously have avoided. And come to think of it, I know of no serious mistakes that I made AND should have avoided. Because no matter how grave the consequences of my mistakes have been, no matter how much it still influences my life now, I wouldn't want to avoid those mistakes, because they contributed to making me become this person that I am right now. Every failure along my way was good because it led me to be who I am now.

A clear example springs to mind: dating this first boyfriend who gave me a couple of very serious issues along the way. Even though in retrospective I probably could do without those, I still learnt a valuable lesson through this time. I learnt what I want from life, what I want from love, and most importantly, what I don't want. It helped me recognize then perfect mate as soon as this mate crossed my path. I think that is worth so many mistakes made.

This only serious mistake I can think of, that'd I'd really like to be undone, is getting estranged with X. Letting him slip away is one of the greatest regrets in my life and I can never undo this mistake. It really bothers me...

Hm, this is interesting actually. Let's see...

What I'd say to my 15 year old self:
You may feel popular now because you've lost a lot of weight and the "cool" people invite you to parties, but hurting your best friend because of them isn't worth it at all. You should be ashamed of youself.

What I'd say to my 17 year old self:
Not the first person to be nice to you is worth your love. Not everyone who shares your opinions and is as strange as you are is your soul mate.

What I'd say to my 20 year old self:
You can do it! You're off to Freedom Road now and right now you've got possiblities ahead of you like you never will again! Pick the right minors! Or maybe insist on studying graphic design. You'll really like it later on.

What I'd say to my 22 year old self:
Do you really think all this self-destructiveness is getting you anywhere? Do you think you're cool, or artsy, or exotic? You're not. You're just another fucked up teenager who isn't even a teen by definition anymore. Get a grip and move your ass. And stop cutting, those scars are never going to go away.

What I'd say to my 23 year old self:
Keep going. You're going good... But what did I tell you about moving your ass?? And call up X... really...


Ah... that was cleansing! ^_^

To keep:

Discussing which products the two SV actors could advertise for on ClarkLex, someone suggested:

I just had the thought, totally unrelated, I'm so sure *g*....how come they never have any Herbal Essences commercials with guys? Squee moment! You're inside Clark & Lex's apartment, and you clearly hear the sounds of sex. But after a few moments of Clark's emphatic noises, Lex walks into the bathroom putting on his tie, and looks at the shower curtain, smirking. He pulls back the curtain to find a wide-eyed, sheepish Clark. Lex: "What's that shampoo doing for you that I can't?" Clark: "Cleaning me. I seem to remember your preference for the exact opposite."

And of course, Lex hops in.

XD! I like that.

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Heh...


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