Urgh! What a story. Not sure anyone wins here.
Like probably many others here I have sung along drunkenly to this at various points in my life. I've never really considered the words. Heck I'm not sure I even know the whole of the words. But you look them up and it is pretty route one.
I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind
She was my woman
As she deceived me, I watched and went out of my mind
My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah
I could see, that girl was no good for me
But I was lost like a slave that no man could free
At break of day when that man drove away, I was waiting
I crossed the street to her house and she opened the door
She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more
My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me Delilah, I just couldn't take anymore
She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more
My, my, my, Delilah
Why, why, why, Delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me, Delilah, I just couldn't take anymore
Forgive me, Delilah, I just couldn't take anymore
Pretty grim when laid out like that. In fact if they were being sung by someone who looked like Osama Bin Laden rather than Tom Jones I'd be horrified at what was seemingly a glorification of an honour killing.
I'd class it as distasteful, but relatively harmless, in fact I reckon more harm has been done in the short term by highlighting it.
Still I'm not an incel. They may view the lyrics and message much more seriously than I