Daskarzine lyrics

Artist  : Chisel Cold 
Song : Daskarzine



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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
As 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
Marseillaise

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
And never seems to miss the slightest
cue
Outside in the wings
The curtain-boys
cry lonely
Their one true love is
Daskarzine
And for her they'll 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
help you through

Now Chicken left the room
feeling angry and cold
Young Stetson looked
reluctant and lame
Daskarzine had him neatly
pidgeonholed
And he was just clinging blindly
to his name

I'm Stetson and I ain't so
bad, he kept on saying
But his mind was
trapped in some kind of cage
He had failed at
the ancient art of role-playing
And was
fighting to leave the bleeding stage

On
the radio
A tenor saxaphone
Cries sweet
jazz poetry
And it breaks on Daskarzine's
facade
Of false serenity