Polly Loves Othello

(Melanie Thompson)

These lyrics are an adaptation from a play written by Shakespeare. The play is quite long and at times hard to read. So, I gave up and read the cliff notes. I tried to capture the spirit of the tragedy. It is not word for word. And I made a lot of changes. It was that wonderful name he gave to the main character that intrigued me, Othello. What a great name. Also, in writing these lyrics, I thought about how humans recall things. We remember events by experiencing them with our senses. Have you ever smelled something and immediately remembered an event that smelled like that? Roses smell like my high school prom. Vanilla smells like Christmas. Sounds also can send us back in time. Loud bangs put me in a warzone. Lawnmowers remind me of summer. You get the picture. Enjoy.

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Verse 1.
 Macaroni half-moon necklace 
 on the neck of a pearl white princess. 
 Click. Click. 
 Lullaby. 
 A musical surprise. 
 He stops in his tracks when he hears this. 

 Peppermint perfumed halo 
 from the lips of a jet-black hero. 
 Puff. Puff. 
 Smoke rise. 
 Floating butterflies. 
 She stops in her tracks when she sees this.

Chorus. 
 Polly loves Othello. 
 Shake her body so loose, jiggle Jello. 
 Make her heartstrings ring like a cello. 
 Turn her blues all green with his yellow. 
 Polly loves Othello.

Verse 2.
 Tangerine lipstick kisses 
 all the nooks and the crannies and the niches. 
 Smack. Smack. 
 Lean back. 
 You're under an attack. 
 He laughs to himself when he feels this.

 Butterscotch heart stop moments 
 with a lover so sweet and he shows it. 
 Brush. Brush. 
 Soft hair.
 A tenderness so rare. 
 She cries to herself when she feels this.

Chorus. 
 Polly loves Othello. 
 Shake her body so loose, jiggle Jello. 
 Make her heartstrings ring like a cello. 
 Turn her blues all green with his yellow. 
 Polly loves Othello.

Verse 3. 
 Gingerbread homestead blow-out. 
 There's a party going on. Music so loud. 
 Boom. Boom. 
 Hot tunes. 
 Othello's got the moves. 
 He grinds and he grooves as she blushes.

 Cherry crush. Big bluff. Fake friend. 
 Walking drunk through the crowd. He's approaching. 
 Zip. Zip. 
 From the hip. 
 He takes it by the grip. 
 Pops in a clip when he does this.

 Lollipop gunshots humming 
 over heads of the people who are running. 
 Bang. Bang. 
 Close range. 
 His jealousy's insane. 
 He hits what he aims. Never misses.

 Lemonade blood-rain flowing 
 from the veins of the lovers who are going. 
 Wisk. Wisk. 
 Far away. 
 A fatal holiday. 
 They try to embrace when they know this.

Chorus. 
 Polly loves Othello. 
 Shake her body so loose, jiggle Jello. 
 Make her heartstrings ring like a cello. 
 Turn her blues all green with his yellow. 
 Polly loves Othello.

Outro. 
 Macaroni half-moon necklace 
 on the neck of a pale white princess.
 Peppermint perfumed halo 
 on the head of a dead black hero.
© Melanie Thompson 2023