Joyce Du Fleurt Testo

VERSE ONE:
In your local public library❝s where you❝ll find our scene,
That place you only ever visit for the binding machine.
A world where silence and hygiene rule supreme,
Populated by nerds with jock-bashing dreams.
And their residing Queen ❝ Joyce Du Fleurt,
She❝s got plenty of crusty but no demons or dirt.
Librarian of this world so inert,
On her toes, in brown clothes, on high alert.
But her covert life❝s the hard product of time,
War, peace, fake teeth and cancers benign.
So for forty years she❝s been fighting crime,
And working on her new Dewey Decimal shrine.
And while prime-time news can❝t get enough of Joyce,
It❝s her transportation that makes people rejoice.
It❝s no Batmobile or Royal waving Rolls Royce,
Just a fluro-flagged scooter, that❝s her weapon of choice.
BRIDGE ONE:
Say ❝Du Fleurt❝!
❝Alert❝.
Dishing out spoon smacks to make your cheeks hurt
Shout ❝Gun shots❝!
❝Age spots❝
Stopping gangster lords and their criminal plots.
CHORUS:
Time, I feel the pages turn again,
Like covers fade so lovers made must slowly end.
We❝ll meet again beyond the end my friend,
These words remember ❝til then
There❝s no talking, there❝s no shouting in here.
There❝s no talking, there❝s no shouting in here.
One thing matters, one thing❝s perfectly clear.
There❝s no talking, or shouting, screaming, doubting, dreaming,
Crying, trying, dying in here.
VERSE TWO:
Now she works with books listed alphanumeric,
But the story of her life is all but generic.
She❝s got the morals and ethics of a modern-day cleric,
And the power of banana❝s being eaten by erik.
And her hystrerical fame is paralleled by none.
In the world of celeb even Bond is outdone
By her skills in the sack and her skills on the gun.
Silence now! Listen up, it❝s begun.
One-Nine-Six-Seven ❝ Vietnam ❝ it begins,
Joyce grabs a grenade, pulls out the pin,
And with quarterback precision a la ESPN,
She goes and blows a bunch of ❝Charlies❝ back to Ho Chi Minh.
Now that win was the battle, but not the war,
Yet if you ask the US Army❝s Lovely Ladies Corps
You❝ll hear Joyce was a hero, a Rambo, adored!
As heard in ❝Gypsy Girl❝ by our good friend Lior.
BRIDGE TWO:
Say ❝Crosshairs❝!
❝Aged care❝.
Washing out your mouth with the soap if you swear
Shout ❝Phone tap❝!
❝Quick nap❝
Taking down the crooks with her well-laid traps.
CHORUS:
Time, I feel the pages turn again,
Like covers fade so lovers made must slowly end.
We❝ll meet again beyond the end my friend,
These words remember ❝til then
There❝s no talking, there❝s no shouting in here.
There❝s no talking, there❝s no shouting in here.
One thing matters, one thing❝s perfectly clear.
There❝s no talking, or shouting, screaming, doubting, dreaming,
Crying, trying, dying in here.
VERSE THREE:
Fast forward twelve years and a new war began,
In the endless-beach state of Afghanistan.
And our Joyce is amongst it, a femme-Taliban
Showing courage like that of an Ewok caravan.
And though her tan did improve in that Arabian summer
Her fame didn❝t quite fade like that of Dieter Brummer.
It wouldn❝t die, it kept going, like a marathon runner,
Or as a better example, the life of Darryl Sommers.
As a gunner with Koreans or rocket-launching with Khmers,
Dropping walls in Berlin and stopping tanks in T Square.
She❝s a political icon, like Bushy or Blair,
But with unswaying popularity of Sonny and Cher.
So where she goes from here, well that❝s hard to say,
Now her trigger-finger twitches and her hair is grey,
And all the death she❝s brought, on her mind it weighs
But at the end of the day, life❝s just a game we play.
THE TONE POEM
Cause music has small sense, and a tune's soon told,
And the young winds are changing but the Earth is old.
And though my wits are dense, I have secrets my dear,
To breathe to you all - come near, come near.
Because one by one we must say our farewells,
And lest some hideous listener amongst us tells,
I'm gunna ring my bells. I❝ll ring my bells.
I❝ll ring. My. Bells.
VERSE FOUR:
Ring your bell motherfucker (I❝ll ring my bells).
Ring your bell motherfucker (I❝ll ring my bells).
Ring your bell motherfucker (I❝ll ring my bells).
Ring your bell motherfucker (I❝ll ring my bells).
Don❝t you yell motherfucker (I❝ll ring my bells).
Can❝t you tell motherfucker (I❝ll ring my bells).
You❝re off to hell motherfucker (I❝ll ring my bells).
So farewell. Ring your bell. (I❝ll ring my bells).
CHORUS:
Time, I feel the pages turn again,
Like covers fade so lovers made must slowly end.
We❝ll meet again beyond the end my friend,
These words remember ❝til then
There❝s no talking, there❝s no shouting in here.
There❝s no talking, there❝s no shouting in here.
One thing matters, one thing❝s perfectly clear.
There❝s no talking, or
Shouting, screaming, doubting, dreaming,
Singing, living, swinging, giving,
Drinking, walking, thinking, stalking
Shooting, learning, looting, burning
Stabbing, running, jabbing, gunning,
Loving, waiting, shoving, hating,
Spying, crying, trying, dying.