Satin Doll
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Satin doll
Satin doll
Satin doll
She was just my little satin doll
I met her down by the blossom tree
She has beauty like the moon far beyond my words
Like a sunset flock of firebirds, oh
Satin doll, satin doll, satin doll, satin doll
I can't take her no more
I can't take her no more
I can't take her no more
I can't take her no more
Satin doll, satin doll, satin doll, satin doll
Her voice disappeared over the hills
Over mountains made of blue crystal
She was just my little satin doll -
I met her down by the blossom tree
(Where is she?) In a rain forest. Satin doll
(Where is she?) In a sunny field. Satin doll
(Where is she?) Oriental garden. Satin doll
(Where is she?) In a paper temple. Satin doll
She was just my little satin doll -
I met her down by the blossom tree.
Satin Doll
The Chills deliver a distinctive interpretation of the jazz standard "Satin Doll" within their expansive catalogue. Known for their signature jangly guitar sound and dreamy reverb, the New Zealand band transforms the classic composition into a track that aligns with their unique indie rock aesthetic. This recording showcases the group's ability to reimagine established material while maintaining the atmospheric textures that define their discography. The song stands as a testament to their versatility, bridging the gap between traditional jazz influences and the band's signature soft-rock approach. Fans of The Chills will appreciate how this version captures the essence of the original while infusing it with the band's characteristic melodic sensibilities and production style.