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Ace of Brooklyn

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------------------------------------------------------------- S๐จ๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ญ "๐’๐“๐Ž๐‘๐˜๐“๐„๐‹๐‹๐„๐‘๐™' 1โƒฃ9โƒฃ4โƒฃ6โƒฃ" ------------------------------------------------------------ The wrench is heavy, slick with midnight oil While Manhattan dreams of silver-screen romance My knuckles bleed into the Brooklyn soil Iโ€™m taking back what wasnโ€™t left to chance. A '41 Packard with a broken heart Whispers like a soldier in the rain I know the way to tear the world apart And how to put the pieces back again. Donโ€™t tell me that the war is over now The front has shifted to the shop-floor light Iโ€™ve got the soot like stardust on my brow And Iโ€™m not trading in this grease tonight. A man in pinstripes shadows through the door His eyes are seeking someone elseโ€™s name Heโ€™s never seen a woman on the floor Who treats a piston like a holy flame. My brotherโ€™s home but he is far away Still hearing mortars in the morning breeze So Iโ€™m the one who keeps the ghosts at bay And brings the cityโ€™s engines to their knees. The shipyard whistles scream for one more shift The radio is playing something sweet and low Iโ€™ll give this heavy world a final lift And watch the light shadows start to grow. Donโ€™t tell me that the war is over now The front has shifted to the shop-floor light Iโ€™ve got the soot like stardust on my brow And Iโ€™m not trading in this grease tonight. Iโ€™m not trading in this grease... Not tonight. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Clara โ€œAceโ€ Killkenny: The Woman Under the Hood โ€œIโ€™m Clara Killkenny, but in Brooklyn, they just call me โ€˜Ace.โ€™ 1946 is a tough year for dreamers. While the men return from the war and want to send us women back to the kitchen, I stay in my overalls. In my backyard garage, itโ€™s not your name that matters, but how your engine sounds. I repair what the war has brokenโ€”whether itโ€™s a โ€™41 Packard or my familyโ€™s hope. My brother Vinny may be back physically, but his soul is still on the front lines. So Iโ€™m the one who brings home the bacon and keeps the city running. If youโ€™re looking for a mechanic, look no further. If you need someone who understands iron and oil, look no further.โ€