paroles de chanson Daskarzine (Live At the Wireless) - Cold Chisel
Well,
Daskarzine,
she
was
mighty
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
Was
a
lesson
in
street
ballet
And
they
speak
her
name
in
cheap
hotels
From
Turkey
to
Marseille,
yeah
Seduction
seems
to
hang
in
the
dressing-room
air
But
no
one
knows
just
who's
seducing
who
She
puts
it
out,
wave
after
wave
She
never
seems
to
miss
the
slightest
cue
Outside
in
the
wings
The
curtain-boys
are
cryin'
slowly
Their
one
true
love
is
Daskarzine
For
her,
they
all
die
slowly
"Oh,
babe",
she
says,
"We've
got
to
die
sometime
It's
the
sweetest
thing
we
do
Why
not
die
from
month
to
month
With
my
touch
to
see
you
through",
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
And
the
eyes
in
the
corner
feeling
angry
and
cold
Young
Stetson
looked
reluctant
and
lame
Well,
Daskarzine,
she's
got
him
neatly
pigeonholed
He
was
just
clinging
blindly
to
his
name
"Well,
I'm
Stetson,
I
ain't
so
bad",
he
kept
on
saying
His
mind
was
trapped
in
some
kind
of
cage
He
failed
the
ancient
art
of
role-playing
He
was
fighting
to
leave
the
bleeding
stage
On
the
radio,
a
tenor
saxophone
Weeps
sweet
jazz
poetry
And
it
breaks
on
Daskarzine's
facade
Of
false
serenity
False
serenity
Yeah,
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
Of
false
serenity
Yeah-yeah,
whoa-oh,
oh,
whoo
Okay,
this
is
our,
ah,
our
last
rock'n'roll
tune
for
the
evening
This
one's
a
pretty
fast
one,
so
we'd
like
to
see
all
those
people
Standin'
'round
here,
or
sittin'
'round
here,
sorry
And
all
the
people
sittin'
at
home
listenin'
to
radios
To,
ah,
get
up
off
their
asses
Roll
up
their
jeans,
or
something,
you
know,
and
leap
up
out
the
floor
Here's
a
song,
for
all
the
people
who
live
up
north
And
all
the
people
that
wanna
go
home
(can't
take
it)
Song
called,
"The
Brisbane
Daylight
Express"
So
we'd
like
to
see
some
people
movin'
here
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