in high school i read a poem by t s elliot called the love song of j alfred prufrock and a tune popped into my head with the words. i combined parts of the poem with the poem portrait of a lady to produce this rendition. (music by tomgwinn and casio 3800)
lyrics by t. s. elliot and tomgwinn ===================
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats 5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
Oh, do not ask, ?What is it??
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 15
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; 25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
AMONG the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself?as it will seem to do?
With ?I have saved this afternoon for you?;
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead, 5
An atmosphere of Juliet?s tomb
Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.
We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown 130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.