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Album: Miscellaneous (1998)
Artists: Cold Chisel

  1. Anthem For Doomed Youth
  2. Best Kept Lies
  3. Bow River
  4. Choirgirl
  5. Conversations
  6. Daskarzine
  7. Dresden
  8. Forever Now
  9. Four Walls
  10. Goodbye (astrid Goodbye)
  11. Home And Broken Hearted
  12. Houndog
  13. I'm Gonna Roll Ya
  14. Ita
  15. Juliet
  16. Just How Many Times
  17. Letter To Alan
  18. Merry-Go-Round
  19. My Baby
  20. My Turn To Cry
  21. Never Before
  22. No Good For You
  23. Northbound
  24. Numbers Fall
  25. One Long Day
  26. Plaza
  27. Rising Sun
  28. Rosaline
  29. Shipping Steel
  30. Showtime
  31. Standing On The Outside
  32. Star Hotel
  33. Taipan
  34. The Door
  35. Tomorrow
  36. When The War Is Over
  37. Wild Colonial Boy


Cold Chisel
Miscellaneous
Daskarzine
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
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