Testo Daskarzine - Cold Chisel
Testo della canzone Daskarzine (Cold Chisel), tratta dall'album The Complete Cold Chisel
Well, Daskarzine, she was pretty bland
As she stretched out in the corner of the room
She was, oh, so lazy with her pistol hand
Her hair hung hot off the loom
A red-eyed Chicken felt like stepping in
But his lines lacked their customary cool
Her conversation flowed like treacle from a tin
And Chicken felt like some kind of fool
Oh, yeah, her every move
Is a lesson in street ballet
And they speak her name in cheap hotels
From Turkey to Marseille
Seduction seems to hang in the dressing-room air
But no one knows just who's seducing who
She puts it out in wave after wave
She never seems to miss the slightest cue
Outside in the wings
All the curtain-boys are all cryin' lonely
Their one true love is Daskarzine
And for her, they'd all die slowly
"Oh babe", she says, "We've got to die sometime"
It's the sweetest thing we do
And why not die from month to month
With my touch to help you through? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now Chicken left the room feeling angry and cold
Young Stetson looked reluctant and lame
Daskarzine, she's got him neatly pigeonholed
He was just clinging blindly to his name
"Well, I'm Stetson and I ain't so bad", he kept on saying
But his mind was trapped in some kind of cage
But he failed at the ancient art of role-playing
And was fighting to leave the bleeding stage
On the radio, a tenor saxophone
Cries sweet jazz poetry
As it breaks on Daskarzine's facade
Of false serenity
False serenity
Of false serenity
On the radio, a tenor saxophone
Cries sweet jazz poetry
And it breaks on Daskarzine's facade
Of false serenity
On the radio, a tenor saxophone
Cries sweet jazz poetry
And it breaks on Daskarzine's facade
Of false serenity
On the radio, a tenor saxophone
Cries sweet jazz poetry
And it breaks on Daskarzine's facade
Of false serenity
On the radio, a tenor saxophone
Cries sweet jazz poetry
And it breaks on Daskarzine's facade
Of false serenity, false serenity
On the radio, a tenor saxophone
Cries sweet jazz poetry
It breaks on Daskarzine's facade
Of false serenity
On the radio, a tenor saxophone
Cries sweet jazz poetry
And it breaks on Daskarzine's facade
Of false serenity
On the radio, a tenor saxophone
Cries sweet jazz poetry
It breaks on Daskarzine's facade
Of false serenity
On the radio, a tenor saxophone
Cries sweet jazz poetry
And it breaks on Daskarzine's facade
Of false serenity
On the radio, a tenor saxophone
Credits
Writer(s): Donald Hugh Walker
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