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

Home And Broken Hearted

Hiked up to Sydney in the week before Christmas
It was thirty-eight degrees in the shade
Bought a second-hand Morris for a cheap two-twenty
And drove it down to Adelaide
She boiled for an hour twenty miles out of Euston
I thought the heat would never end
But I knew I’d be home for Christmas with my Sandy
And a few extra dollars to spend

I drove it to the buyer just as fast as I could go
I was talking to his teenage son
I sure hope it lasted for the poor little bastard
At least until he’d had some fun
I caught a taxi homeward with great anticipation
Thinkin’ all you have to do is try
There was a note propped up against the dressing table mirror
“Dear Jimmy, it’s over, goodbye!”
Home and broken hearted
I’ve been pasted to the telephone
Boxing Day break was wasted sitting home on my own
The beer we bought for Christmas ran dry this afternoon
And on the radio it’s New Year’s Eve
What a low down time of the year to pack your luggage and leave

Went to a party, tried to drink myself happy
The steaks were washed away in the rain
Finished up in bed with an old acquaintance
She’ll never be my friend again
And everyone was asking me where’s the little woman
Rolled home before the rain could stop
I’ve been sitting for days reading pre-Christmas papers
With my heels on the table-top

Juliet

Jet-lag cramps the lonely face
Cheek-bones pinched and tired
It’s a cold tarmac breeze
That wraps the terminal around
Flight-times drag the night along
Cab skids down the freeway
Time to find a bed
For the weeks ahead
It’s goodbye

Ice-lines rim the city streets
And tire-whines rip the blacktop
And the lamps wheel above
The misty overpass
And Bergman’s face in black and white
Repeated down the alleys
A prayer above
For broken love
And goodbyes

Juliet in travel coat
Leans wasted on the window
Takes a long, long drag
To try and settle down
It kills her how he turned away
How he ripped their love apart
Starts to cry
Lets the curtain fall
It’s goodbye

Just How Many Times

Lovers see the world through an old, red wine
All the sounds of the blues, just disappear
With a light like yours beside me
It’s been an old, old red wine year

And just how many times did I watch you smile
And how long has it been
Since my eyes, in tender desperation
Gathered every memory, every scene

And Ah! Last summer on the beach your legs were brown as pecan stains
And how, with dripping faces we would skid to shelter in the pouring rain
But if the game’s so low and painful
And if every moment brings no peace
It’s just a shame to play

Now in the end there’s the long road home
And the party’s so dry, without you
Oh my lady, if you have to leave me
Please don’t leave me sober, leave me blue

Khe Sanh

I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
I’ve had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it’s only other vets could understand

About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-dayheroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
Saw an old friend but couldn’t kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land

And she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean
And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been
But the car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine

So I worked across the country end to end
Tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
Held a job on an oil-rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend

And I’ve travelled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear
And I’ve been back to South East Asia
But the answer sure ain’t there
But I’m drifting north, to check things out again

You know the last plane out of Sydney’s almost gone
Only seven flying hours, and I’ll be landing in Hong Kong
There ain’t nothing like the kisses
From a jaded Chinese princess
I’m gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long

Well the last plane out of Sydney’s almost gone
Yeah the last plane out of Sydney’s almost gone
And it’s really got me worried
I’m goin’ nowhere and I’m in a hurry
And the last plane out of Sydney’s almost gone

Northbound

Northbound train
Take me home again
Northbound train
Blow that whistle and sing
I left my wife in pieces
My children on the run
I don’t give a damn about the time or the money
Just let me get home to my honey
On the Northbound train

Long time ago
And I’m kicked and abused
Long time gone
I’ve been tangled and used
My hometown lies on the line ahead
You got to drift no longer, the preacher said
You lost your soul in the big bad city
Know you left you wife to the small town pity
Oh no! I never did right
My whole life’s been on a long storm
There’s only one thing sadder than the cold and rain
That’s the midnight whistle on the train

One Long Day

City life is closing in on me
The way things go, thirty years,
Bus timetable’ll be my elergy

Up at seven every working day
Pay comes in, pay goes out
It’s a week-by-week charade

General panic in the marketplace
Boss found hung in office
Could not stand the pace

And as the peak-hour traffic jams below
Someone gets the story, somebody spread the rumour
People come and go

Wandered down along the river last night
Call me romantic, I say I couldn’t sleep
Until the first-light struck me down

Padding homeward on the inside lane
Early morning, freeway’s cool and quiet
Dodging rubber stains

People talking in a seaside bar
I ain’t sentimental, but Lord
Sometimes I get that gypsy urge to travel far

You know I’ll disappear some long weekend
Find a mangrove landscape
Stretch out along some busted jetty
And forget who I am

You go to move
You got to go
You go to be somebody
You got to roll
You got to stop
You got to change
You got to make a little money
And be a little strange

And one long day
Is all it takes to steal her heart away
One long night
And it’s allright, you’ve done it again
Soft, low words
And slender ladies, beneath the cafe fans
One long day
Layed by dreams
Cotton dresses, a Spanish border town
Dreams so far
From the subway, the crowds heading home
Close each day
In technicolor, a million miles away
One long night and you’re alone

Meanwhile
City ways
Life goes creeping on
Sometimes
I get the blues

Rosaline

Rosaline
I have loved you
From the steeple to the streets of Rome
And I know, Ah yes I know, what’s goin’ down
They will come
When it’s early
And breathe to me your last goodbye
And our long, long love is finally drowned

Teenage dreams
Satin tresses
Lie deserted all along the strand
And the ferryman has poled his way off home
Angels screamed
In those evenings
When I promised you my dying days
And my heart hatched its treasons to run

And Ah
These latter days
I’m fed on distant rumours
But third-hand news is news enough
For hopeless dream consumers

Quite at ease
In an armchair
Steaming coffee standing on my knee
I can still hear you whispering when the fire sighs
Rosaline
How I have loved you
With a careless kind of vanity
As they turned you around
And split us apart
And like a fool
I ran from the start
And in the end they told much smoother lies

Cold Chisel

Released 1978

  1. Juliet
  2. Khe Sanh
  3. Home And Broken Hearted
  4. One Long Day
  5. Northbound
  6. Rosaline
  7. Daskarzine
  8. Just How Many Times

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