Volodymyr Bilyk

Joan the Battalioner

Character Study

She’s a passionate woman
Just like Joan of Arc
Living troubled in the troubled times
In love with picaresques
and filled with Grand Illusions
you know what i mean.

She’s so lovely,
looks so happy
seems so sad
she’s gotta have it,
she’s not there,
she’s all that,
she is beautiful,
she is suffering,
she is darkness,
she is a song,
Vicious, (Reed)
she is danger,
(So free, Reed)
she’s so unusual,
she’s so high,
she’s so cold,
she’s so sorry,
she’s so mean,
she’s so modern,
she got a way,
she got a look,
she got a rhythm,
she got it all,
she got me dancing,
she got that vibe,
she got issues,
she’s a rainbow lady mystery to me,
SHE’s The Damned song,
she lost control,

she’s on duty,
she’s on it,
she’s on fire,
she’s out,
she’s electric everything,
she’s real, worse than queer,
she’s ruinin’ everythin’,
in parts
in parties,
she’s playing hard to get,
she’s pulling out the pin,
she’s playing hard to forget,
she’s so hard to shake,
she’s funny that way,
she’s falling apart,
she’s hearing voices,
She talks to rainbows
she’s heavy,
she’s so heavy,
she’s happy,
she’s just an old love turned memory,
she’s just killing me,
she’s leavin’ home,
she lost control again,

she’s like a star - lying crushed - comin’ out swingin’,
she’s back,
she’s been waitin’,
she’s breathless,
she’s built,
she’s stacked,
she’s not just pretty face,
she’s more,
she’s more and even more…

Destroy she said
drive she said
She keeps bees
She wants revenge
She sighed as she hit REWIND
Shimmy She Roll
Shimmy she Shake
She’s a killer
She knows
She lay Gutted
She who weeps
She went pop
She’s my grief
She cried
Alive, she cried
Zero, she cried
She’s the one phantom on fire, unusual
She’s breakin’ colour haze - she said
She’s breakin’ colour haze - she said
she lost control again,

All she left and all she says
she’ll be good
little lost girl in her own little world

She’s wrote Horses
She’s wrote Horses\Horses
She’s gone
here she comes again
she would if she could
she cant so she won’t
she lost control again,

she’s long, she’s tall, she weeps like a willow tree hooker
she’s long, she’s tall, she weeps like a willow tree
She said she’d be but was she there?

She’s long, she’s tall, she’s gone
She’s long, she’s tall, she’s gone
She’s long, she’s tall, she’s terrific

She talks to birds
She talks to angels
She talks to trees
She Talks to bees

she’s so far out she’s in
and when she smiles she makes the sun shine
she’s huggin’, she’s lookin’
Does she do it like she dances
she says
she loves
she takes more than she gives
she lost control again,

she ain’t ugly
she just don’t look like nobody else
She’s got a wobble when she walks
Does she do it like she dances?
Did she jump or was she pushed?
Did she jump or was she pushed?
Does she do it like she dances?
She can fly, so she might try
Does she do it like she dances?

If she knew what she wants
she lost control again,
she only smokes when she drinks
‘cause she never gets what she wants
but she said she didn’t have time
oh wibble whim -
hoolah hoolah
boo hoo hoo hoo
who she think she is?
Joan the Battalioner
Who she is?
who?


Logline: character study for the film script turned into delerious stream of images. Written as a list. Using lines or titles from the various works - they may or may not uncover some side of character - but as the whole they add up in a very funny way.

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