Return to Afternoons and coffeespoons (thing)

"For I have known them all already, known them all:--
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
[I have measured out my life in coffeespoons];
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?"
[T.S. Eliot], from [The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock]


Now. Before I go ruining it, it's a song by the [Crash Test Dummies]. Before you will ever feel the whole impact of this song, you will need to appreciate the [poem], or at least the verse of the poem from which the song takes its title and theme.

Conversely, long before you will have the capacity to understand [T.S. Eliot]'s intensely moving (and also mobile, and also agile) meditation on aging, you will have been a young person, and easily enamored of [jangling] [acoustic guitar]. A funky [baritone] singer, and--could it be?--an [accordion] and an [organ] in the background, will only pull you in deeper. You will get caught on the catchy [poppy] hook, on the thumping, upbeat [bass guitar] line.


you will probably sing along, but that's good. right when you think you really like the happiness of the song, the [ominous] lyrics will make you sad, and you will go back and re-read [the love song of j. alfred prufrock] and you will smile when you hear it again, because crying is not quite the right reaction.
What is it that makes me just a little bit [queasy]?
There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy.
I've had my lungs checked out with [X-Ray]s;
I've smelled the hospital hallways.

Someday,
I'll have
a [receding hairline|disappearing hairline];
Someday,
I'll wear
[Pajamas] in the daytime.

Time is when the day is like a play by [Jean-Paul Sartre |Sartre],
When it seems a [book burning]'s in perfect order.
I gave the [doctor] my description;
I've tried to stick to my prescription.

Someday,
I'll have
a [receding hairline|disappearing hairline];
Someday,
I'll wear
[Pajamas] in the daytime.
Whole afternoons
will be measured out,
measured out, measured with coffeespoons,
and [T.S. Eliot].

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Maybe if I could do a [play-by-play]back...
I could change the [cancer|test results] that I will get back.
I've watched the summer evening pass by;
I've heard the rattle in my [bronchae].

Someday,
I'll have
a [receding hairline|disappearing hairline];
Someday,
I'll wear
[Pajamas] in the daytime.
Whole afternoons
will be measured out,
measured out, measured with coffeespoons,
and [T.S. Eliot].
...Afternoons
will be measured out,
measured out, measured with coffeespoons,
and [T.S. Eliot].
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