Daskarzine - Cold Chisel: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Daskarzine

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Rock

Daskarzine was released on April 24, 1978 by Cold Chisel as a part of the album Cold Chisel (Remastered)

Song Details

AlbumCold Chisel (Remastered)

Release DateApril 24, 1978

LabelCold Chisel

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM164

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Cold Chisel

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Don Walker

Composer

Lyrics

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

Written by: Don Walker

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