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Letra de Daskarzine (Live At The Wireless)

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 foolOh, yeah Her every move Was a lesson in street ballet And they speak her name in cheap hotels From Turkey to Marseillaise, yeahSeduction 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 slowlyOh 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, yeahAnd 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 stageOn the radio A tenor saxophone Weeps sweet jazz poetry And it breaks on Daskarzine's facade Of false serenity False serenity Yeah, of false serenityOn 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, wooOK, 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