Chisel Cold Daskarzine Lyrics

Daskarzine 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
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