Frangipani Joyce Du Fleurt Lyrics
Artist - Frangipani
Album - Hip-Hop Tour Of The N.S.W Dairy Belt
VERSE ONE:
In your local public library
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
She
Librarian of this world so inert,
On her toes, in brown clothes, on high alert.
But her covert life
War, peace, fake teeth and cancers benign.
So for forty years she
And working on her new Dewey Decimal shrine.
And while prime-time news can
It
It
Just a fluro-flagged scooter, that
BRIDGE ONE:
Say
Dishing out spoon smacks to make your cheeks hurt
Shout
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
These words remember
There
There
One thing matters, one thing
There
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
And the power of banana
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
One-Nine-Six-Seven
Joyce grabs a grenade, pulls out the pin,
And with quarterback precision a la ESPN,
She goes and blows a bunch of
Now that win was the battle, but not the war,
Yet if you ask the US Army
You
As heard in
BRIDGE TWO:
Say
Washing out your mouth with the soap if you swear
Shout
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
These words remember
There
There
One thing matters, one thing
There
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
It wouldn
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
But with unswaying popularity of Sonny and Cher.
So where she goes from here, well that
Now her trigger-finger twitches and her hair is grey,
And all the death she
But at the end of the day, life
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
I
VERSE FOUR:
Ring your bell motherfucker (I
Ring your bell motherfucker (I
Ring your bell motherfucker (I
Ring your bell motherfucker (I
Don
Can
You
So farewell. Ring your bell. (I
CHORUS:
Time, I feel the pages turn again,
Like covers fade so lovers made must slowly end.
We
These words remember
There
There
One thing matters, one thing
There
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.