The Dangling Conversation
Simon %26 Garfunkel Lyrics


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@issy7023

Lyrics:
It's a still life watercolor
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
And shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference, like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with book markers
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time (in syncopated time)
And the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives
Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs
In the borders of our lives



@bobx2x2

It's a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lae
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our lives.

And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And the dangled conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.



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@normanrumack297

Maybe I'm amongst a small number, but I feel this is one of the most beautifully written songs ever, in both its lyrical and musical composition ! I find it as compelling to listen to now, at age 65, as I did when it was first released !

@AmbientBeat99

I agree wholeheartedly with you.

@philipgermani1616

I completely agree.

@davidlium9338

I totally agree!!!

@keoni927

I agree Norman.

@bridgetgrimes7524

True

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@kensartspage5073

i am still convinced, this is the best song Simon & Garfunkel ever sang to our souls...

@kinky_Z

Ever sung to our souls and I agree!

@zombieheadpopper800

One of the toughest and best song ever

@jimmurphy4703

And yet Paul said he considered it his worst?

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