Joshua Kadison 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?

Joshua Kadison Begging For Grace (Dragonfly Wings)

I was locked up in a crazy place

They found me on the streets begging for grace

I don’t remember but they say I lost my mind

She was in the garden after the rain

In a white robe we were dressed the same

She took my hand and said my eyes looked kind

Then she said,

“You must be the boy she sent me from the other side

Well, I’ve been waiting for the longest time

And you can tell her it’s been a crazy ride

Tell her I think I’ve learned the lessons she sent me to learn

Tell her I think I know what I wanna be should I return

I wanna be blues, I wanna be greens

I wanna be flying on dragonfly wings”

Sittin’ on the banks where the river twists

Showing me the marks up and down her wrists

She told me there was sacred writing in the lines

She said the language was from a long time ago

And she could find out all she wants to know

If she could just decipher those sacred signs

“You must be the boy she sent me from the other side

Well, I’ve been waiting for the longest time

And you can tell her it’s been a crazy ride

Tell her I think I’ve learned the lessons she sent me to learn

Tell her I think I know what I wanna be should I return

I wanna be blues, I wanna be greens

I wanna be flying on dragonfly wings”

I found her walking in the northern fields

I said I had to leave, ’cause they called me healed

I told her I could see my face in the mirror again

She said, “Should you ever see the Dragonfly Queen

Tell her I’m a waiting for my wings

Tell her I’ll be waiting where the river bends

I wanna be blues, I wanna be greens, I wanna be flyin’ on

I wanna be blues, I wanna be greens, I wanna be flyin’ on

I wanna be blues, I wanna be greens, I wanna be flyin’ on dragonfly wings

Blues, greens, flyin’ on dragonfly wings

Blues, greens, flyin’ on dragonfly wings

I wanna be blues, greens, flyin’ on dragonfly wings

Blues, greens, flyin’ on dragonfly wings

Blues, greens, flyin’ on dragonfly wings

Joshua Kadison All I’ll Ever Ask

Love means so many different things,

But you’re all that matters,

And this is all I’ll ever ask of you.

Tell me your dreams, so they could be mine too,

Let me be there, to help them come true.

Tell me your fears, when you fell afraid,

Come to my arms, let me rock them away.

That’s all I’ll ever ask.

That’s all I’ll ever ask.

That’s all I’ll ever ask.

Of you…

Come to my shoulder, when you need to weep,

Wake me up, when you cannot sleep.

Talk to me, when you want to be heard,

Be silent with me, when you can’t say a word.

That’s all I’ll ever ask.

That’s all I’ll ever ask.

That’s all I’ll ever ask.

Of you…

I can’t swear that you never, have to cry another tear.

But whenever you want, someone to hold you, I’m always right here.

So just, come to me, for anything at all,

Call my name, it’s yours to call.

Fell my faith in you, when you can’t find your own,

And always remember, you’re never alone.

That’s all I’ll ever ask.

That’s all I’ll ever ask.

That’s all I’ll ever ask.

Of you…

I can’t swear that you never, have to cry another tear.

But whenever you want, someone to hold you, remember, I’m always right here.

That’s all I’ll ever ask.

That’s all I’ll ever ask.

That’s all I’ll ever ask.

Of you…

Joshua Kadison Carolina’s Eyes

In Carolina’s eyes I see the ocean.

In Carolina’s eyes I see the one for me.

When Carolina’s eyes fill with emotion,

I see the better man she makes me wanna be.

And I say, “Oh, Carolina,

you deserve a better man than me.”

A warm breeze blowin’

from the sea tonight.

Dreamin’ ’bout my Carolina,

prayin’ that she’s alright.

I’m just a piano man singin’ songs

for people I don’t know.

Oh, Carolina,

wish you never would’ve let me go.

In Carolina’s eyes I see the ocean.

In Carolina’s eyes I see the one for me.

When Carolina’s eyes fill with emotion,

I see the better man she makes me wanna be.

And I say, “Oh, Carolina,

you deserve a better man than me.

Sweet, sweet Carolina,

you deserve a better man than me.”

Spend my time in cars and planes

and empty hotel rooms.

Yeah, it’s a beautiful life,

everyone assumes.

But, I am just a country boy

in a world I don’t belong.

Oh, Carolina, tonight,

I’m singin’ them your song.

In Carolina’s eyes I see the ocean.

In Carolina’s eyes I see the one for me.

When Carolina’s eyes fill with emotion,

I see the better man she makes me wanna be.

And I say, “Oh, Carolina,

you deserve a better man than me.

Sweet, sweet Carolina,

you deserve a better man than me.”

Joshua Kadison Desert Flower

Outside of Albuquerque, about an hour north of there

She’s got a house of three little Indians in the middle of nowhere

You wonder where her man went, you wonder if she minds

They’ve got smiles and healthy tummies, so you guess they’re doing fine

She sells jewelry by the roadside, silver beads and things

She can weave a spell upon you with any song she sings

She’s a desert flower growing free and wild

Her beauty seems so fragile, fragile as a child

And you want to take her with you, but you know she must remain

So you leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain

Turn yourself into the rain, turn yourself into the rain

You leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain

Her kids were playing leapfrog, jumping in the sand

I pulled my car off the road and parked beside her stand

She asked where I was going so fast and so alone

I told her how love was something I wasn’t sure I’d ever known

She said: ‘Maybe you never heard the desert sing her song at night

Or maybe you’ve just been trying much too hard to get it right’

She’s a desert flower growing free and wild

Her beauty seems so fragile, fragile as a child

And you want to take her with you, but you know she must remain

So you leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain

Turn yourself into the rain, turn yourself into the rain

You leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain

Waving in my rear-view mirror

Then the next thing that I know

Are the broken lines on a long, black highway

Off to another show

She’s a desert flower growing free and wild

Her beauty seems so fragile, fragile as a child

And you want to take her with you, but you know she must remain

So you leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain

Turn yourself into the rain, turn yourself into the rain

You leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain

Joshua Kadison Child Of These Roads

In the middle of town was a long black highway, rolling on forever,

With music running through my veins, I was gonna play or never,

Look back, I was barely legal, summer of eighty-two,

The asphalt was shining, the sky was dazzling blue

And as the towns rolled by like barking dogs, nipping at my heels,

Something in me was changing, fast as the speed of my wheels,

America was everything and nothing like I thought she’d be,

A holy roadside attraction for a starry-eyed kid me,

A starry-eyed kid me

I was a child of these roads, a child of these roads,

A wide black river shining, I rode her everywhere she wanted to go,

Just a child of these roads

The first time I found Memphis, I saw the old Sun studios,

Turned into a souvenir shop and learned the way things go,

I just drove past Graceland, went down south to New Orleans,

I played a delta scarred by mini-malls and automatic banking machines,

Automatic banking machines

I was a child of these roads, a child of these roads,

A wide black river shining, I rode her everywhere she wanted to go,

Just a child of these roads

So, from a boy with a piano in his truck, the knave I used to be,

To all you souls in those roadside joints, thanks for being kind to me,

You showed me how to love with all my heart, how to sing when I had to cry,

How to take each day as it comes and let each day go by,

Let each day go by

And I guess I never did learn to stay in one place too long,

So when my time comes, just scatter my ashes on the road and sing this song

There goes a child of these roads, a child of these roads,

A wide black river shining, I rode her everywhere she wanted to go,

Just a child of these roads,

Just a child, still a child,

Just a child, still a child,

Just a child of these roads

Joshua Kadison Amsterdam

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.

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.

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.

Joshua Kadison Cherry Bowl Drive-In

Saw her at the Texico just the other day

Even more beautiful her hair had a touch of grey

We both stood and stared at each other

Couldn’t say a word , then I said: “God, it’s good to see you”

And she said: “Well, have you heard…”

“They’re tearing down the Cherry Bowl Drive-In tomorrow

Where I first kissed you and ran my fingers through your hair

She’s going away, all things must go some day

But I will still remember you there

Yes I will still remember you there”

Then I said: “Little Melissa, she’s looking more and more like you

I saw her down on Maple Street she’s even got your same smile too”

And my Jake junior says: “Daddy, someday I’m gonna marry that girl”

Isn’t that just perfect, it’s such a crazy world

“So they’re tearing down the Cherry Bowl Drive-In tomorrow

Where I first kissed you and ran my fingers through your hair

She’s going away, all things must go some day

But I will still remember you there”

“Can you get away tomorrow, if you can’t I’ll understand

It’s just that when the big screen falls I wanna be holding your hand

Holding your hand”

When they’re tearing down the Cherry Bowl Drive-In tomorrow

Where I first kissed you and ran my fingers through your hair

She’s going away, all things must go some day

But I will still remember you there

Yes, I will. Yes, I will

I will still remember us there

Joshua Kadison Beautiful In My Eyes

You’re my peace of mind

In this crazy world

You’re everything I’ve tried to find

Your love is a pearl

You’re my Mona Lisa

You’re my rainbow skies

And my only prayer is that you realize…

You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes

The world will turn

And the seasons will change

And all the lessons we will learn

Will be beautiful and strange

We’ll have our fill of tears

Our share of sighs

My only prayer is that you realize…

You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes

You will always be

Beautiful in my eyes

And the passing years will show

That you will always grow

Ever more beautiful in my eyes

And there are lines upon my face

From a lifetime of smiles

When the time comes to embrace

For one long last while

We can laugh about

How time really flies

We won’t say good-bye

Cause’ true love never dies…

You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes

You will always be (You will always be)

Beautiful in my eyes (Beautiful in my eyes)

And the passing years will show

That you will always grow

Ever more beautiful in my eyes

The passing years will show

That you will always grow

Ever more beautiful in my eyes

Joshua Kadison Beau’s All Night Radio Loveline

Tangled in the sheets of a motel bed.

Samantha paints her toenails cherry red.

And she asks me if she can paint mine too, and I say

“Samantha, anything for you.”

And through the tinny speakers of an ancient radio

the All Night Love Line begins another show.

And the callers call in, but the thing that’s so strange,

it’s all the same story, just the voices that change on

Beau’s All Night Radio Love Line,

the show for hearts in despair.

If you got somethin’ to say to a love that got away,

Beau wants to put you on the air.

The shadows from the headlights of a passing car

turn Samantha’s smile into film noir,

and she says, “Don’t get me wrong about you and me,

I just can’t figure out what we’re supposed to be.

Maybe I love you, I don’t know.

Maybe I’m afraid of where you want to go.

Maybe I’m scared I’ll lose my power to amuse,

and I’ll wake up alone in a bed full of blues, just listening to

Beau’s All Night Radio Love Line,

the show for hearts in despair.

If you got somethin’ to say to a love that got away,

Beau wants to put you on the air.

And Beau’s really thinkin’, “This job hardly pays,”

but he can’t figure out how to ask for a raise.

Meanwhile back on the Love Line, he says,

“You’re on the air, caller number nine.”

Samantha laughs at the two of us here

and says, “I got some miles on me, and you’re such a kid, dear

To you I’m just a ride in an old Cadillac,

but I keep on prayin’ that you’ll keep coming back.”

Is that Samantha cryin’? Or just somebody on

Beau’s All Night Radio Love Line,

the show for hearts in despair.

If you got somethin’ to say to a love that got away,

Beau wants to put you on the air.

If you got somethin’ to say to a love that got away,

Beau wants to put you on the air.