Daskarzine (live at the Wireless)
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โฑ๏ธ 5:35 duration
๐ ID: 11705299
๐ Lyrics
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 Marseillaise, 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 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-whoa, oh, woo
OK, 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
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 Marseillaise, 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 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-whoa, oh, woo
OK, 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:44.55] Well Daskarzine, she was mighty bland
[00:47.24] As she stretched out in the corner of the room
[00:50.18] She was oh so lazy with her pistol hand
[00:53.13] Her hair hung hot off the loom
[00:55.92] A red-eyed Chicken felt like stepping in
[00:58.54] But his lines lacked their customary cool
[01:01.60] Her conversation flowed like treacle from a tin
[01:04.48] And Chicken felt like some kind of fool
[01:07.28] Oh, yeah
[01:08.72] Her every move
[01:09.93] Was a lesson in street ballet
[01:12.93] And they speak her name in cheap hotels
[01:15.71] From Turkey to Marseillaise, yeah
[01:21.19] Seduction seems to hang in the dressing-room air
[01:24.21] But no-one knows just who's seducing who
[01:26.93] She puts it out wave after wave
[01:29.77] She never seems to miss the slightest cue
[01:32.65] Outside in the wings
[01:35.42] The curtain-boys are cryin' slowly
[01:38.12] Their one true love is Daskarzine
[01:40.88] For her, they all die slowly
[01:43.79] Oh babe, she says, we've got to die sometime
[01:46.80] It's the sweetest thing we do
[01:49.73] Why not die from month to month
[01:51.96] With my touch to see you through, yeah, yeah, yeah
[01:57.74]
[02:34.06] And the eyes in the corner feeling angry and cold
[02:37.19] Young Stetson looked reluctant and lame
[02:39.72] Well, Daskarzine she's got him neatly pigeonholed
[02:42.68] He just clinging blindly to his name
[02:45.48] "Well I'm Stetson, I ain't so bad", he kept on saying
[02:48.36] His mind was trapped in some kind of cage
[02:51.03] He failed the ancient art of role-playing
[02:53.73] He was fighting to leave the bleeding stage
[02:56.54] On the radio
[02:57.97] A tenor saxophone
[02:59.75] Weeps sweet jazz poetry
[03:02.19] And it breaks on Daskarzine's facade
[03:04.98] Of false serenity
[03:06.63] False serenity
[03:07.96] Yeah, of false serenity
[03:12.42]
[04:15.70] On the radio
[04:17.17] A tenor saxophone
[04:18.98] Cries sweet jazz poetry
[04:21.31] And it breaks on Daskarzine's facade
[04:24.17] Of false serenity
[04:25.80] False serenity
[04:28.25] Of false serenity
[04:32.84] Yeah-yeah, whoa-whoa, oh, woo
[04:54.95] OK, this is our ah, our last rock'n'roll tune for the evening
[05:01.27] This one's a pretty fast one so we'd like to see all those people
[05:04.27] Standin' 'round here, or sittin' 'round here sorry
[05:06.54] And all the people sittin' at home listenin' to radios
[05:09.88] To ah, get up off their asses
[05:11.87] Roll up their jeans or something you know, and leap up out the floor
[05:16.75]
[05:19.08] Here's a song, for all the people who live up north
[05:24.03] And all the people that wanna go home (can't take it)
[05:29.63] Song called "The Brisbane Daylight Express"
[05:33.78] So we'd like to see some people movin' here
[05:35.04]
[00:47.24] As she stretched out in the corner of the room
[00:50.18] She was oh so lazy with her pistol hand
[00:53.13] Her hair hung hot off the loom
[00:55.92] A red-eyed Chicken felt like stepping in
[00:58.54] But his lines lacked their customary cool
[01:01.60] Her conversation flowed like treacle from a tin
[01:04.48] And Chicken felt like some kind of fool
[01:07.28] Oh, yeah
[01:08.72] Her every move
[01:09.93] Was a lesson in street ballet
[01:12.93] And they speak her name in cheap hotels
[01:15.71] From Turkey to Marseillaise, yeah
[01:21.19] Seduction seems to hang in the dressing-room air
[01:24.21] But no-one knows just who's seducing who
[01:26.93] She puts it out wave after wave
[01:29.77] She never seems to miss the slightest cue
[01:32.65] Outside in the wings
[01:35.42] The curtain-boys are cryin' slowly
[01:38.12] Their one true love is Daskarzine
[01:40.88] For her, they all die slowly
[01:43.79] Oh babe, she says, we've got to die sometime
[01:46.80] It's the sweetest thing we do
[01:49.73] Why not die from month to month
[01:51.96] With my touch to see you through, yeah, yeah, yeah
[01:57.74]
[02:34.06] And the eyes in the corner feeling angry and cold
[02:37.19] Young Stetson looked reluctant and lame
[02:39.72] Well, Daskarzine she's got him neatly pigeonholed
[02:42.68] He just clinging blindly to his name
[02:45.48] "Well I'm Stetson, I ain't so bad", he kept on saying
[02:48.36] His mind was trapped in some kind of cage
[02:51.03] He failed the ancient art of role-playing
[02:53.73] He was fighting to leave the bleeding stage
[02:56.54] On the radio
[02:57.97] A tenor saxophone
[02:59.75] Weeps sweet jazz poetry
[03:02.19] And it breaks on Daskarzine's facade
[03:04.98] Of false serenity
[03:06.63] False serenity
[03:07.96] Yeah, of false serenity
[03:12.42]
[04:15.70] On the radio
[04:17.17] A tenor saxophone
[04:18.98] Cries sweet jazz poetry
[04:21.31] And it breaks on Daskarzine's facade
[04:24.17] Of false serenity
[04:25.80] False serenity
[04:28.25] Of false serenity
[04:32.84] Yeah-yeah, whoa-whoa, oh, woo
[04:54.95] OK, this is our ah, our last rock'n'roll tune for the evening
[05:01.27] This one's a pretty fast one so we'd like to see all those people
[05:04.27] Standin' 'round here, or sittin' 'round here sorry
[05:06.54] And all the people sittin' at home listenin' to radios
[05:09.88] To ah, get up off their asses
[05:11.87] Roll up their jeans or something you know, and leap up out the floor
[05:16.75]
[05:19.08] Here's a song, for all the people who live up north
[05:24.03] And all the people that wanna go home (can't take it)
[05:29.63] Song called "The Brisbane Daylight Express"
[05:33.78] So we'd like to see some people movin' here
[05:35.04]