j.d bellamy's  'A SONG BY MYSELF':
THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK
(a popsong rewrite of T.S. Eliot's
world-famous poem)

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against a winter's sky,
Like a patient etherised upon a table,
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering hectoring retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap motels

Let us go then, you and I,
When evening is spread in a winter's eye.
Let us go through half-deserted streets,
The muttering hectoring retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap motels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells.
Let us go, let us go
ohhhh.

And indeed there will be times
For the yellow smoke that slides the streets
Rubs its backs upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time,
To bare a face to the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a plastic plate:
Time for you and time for me;
Time for you and time to see

And time yet for one hundred indecisions,
And for one hundred visions and televisions
Before the scaling of a gallow tree

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, ‘Do I dare?’ and, ‘Do I dare?’
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald-spot in the middle of my hair
(They will say: ‘How his hair is grown from air"
All the women say: ‘How his hair is grown from air"

Do I dare or do i dare
Do I dare to care
do i dare to climb the stair?!

* O

My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust,.

In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse
In a minute, there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will enhearse

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
Do I dare disturb a lunatic hearse?
ohhh, Viol?!.

For I have known them all already, known them all,
Have known the ev'nings, mornings, afternoons,
And I have known the eyes already, known them all,
The eyes that fix you in a formulated grave
And when I am formed, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,

Sex writhes
And lightning entertains
Violation's zimmer-frame
aha...
aha

O

My car
Exhales
sex dust
i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust

*

Arms that lie along a table or wrap around a shawl
Are not here at all
And how should I presume?
And how should I begin to forgive?

Alabaster moonshine
Soothes my sprig
ah, ooo,

Do I dare or do i dare
Do I dare to care
do i dare to climb the stair?!

Shall I say I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the sleep
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves,
Oh, Goodbye sweet love
laid God, help me?
uh ho...

*

And the afternoon, the ev'ning, sleep so peacefully
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep…tired…Death malingers
Stretched on the floor, aside you and me
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force a rape to Isis
And, in short, I am afraid:
And, in short, I am sun-laid

Fuck Fuck Fuck
Kill Kill Kill
Thrill Thrill Thrill
OOOOOOO!

and rides live for
Viol & Viola
OOOOOOO.

* aha

O

My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust

Would it have been worth while
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, Lo!
’
Othello was
Masked Mario
`Ohh?
`Marello was a pumis
O.

My car
Exhales
sex dust
- i am on the bust
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust,

Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me,
Should I, after cakes and scalding tea
Have the strength to force the moment to its aces
I am no prophet - and here’s no great matter
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

And in short, I am
gun-raised
and in short i am afraid
zzzzz
ssss

Othello snipes
Darkness
And the seas burn, burn, burn *

I grow old…I grow old…
yes, yes, i grow cold
uh i grow old..i grow cold

Here there are sausage thumbs
And surrealist pictures
Hanging from four walls
Here there are sausage sons
And woman painting dentures
Inside the daughter of a wax scroll

*

Lightning delves for
A thunderflash
Galileo
Seeks space
Oh! come see the sleeve around Christ's face?
Oh, do cum
O- do use a staplegun?

*
I do not think that mermen will sing for me
I have seen them riding seawards on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown black
When the wind blows the water...
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweeds red and brown
Till human voices wake us,-
la let's get out of here and raid the town,
.
lahh
We drive christ back home?
...

O!!!!
Ohhhh

My car
Exhales
sex dust
-i am on the bus
Laa
my keen car rusts
and mean kinema sweats lust

Dolls drool, drool, drool
skulls rule, rule, rule

DID ALADDIN FEED ME?..

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Queen's great poem-song Bohemian Rhapsody is 56 lines in length?