Dangling Conversation
Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics


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It's a still life watercolor
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtained 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

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

Overall Meaning

The song "Dangling Conversation" by Simon & Garfunkel is a poetic and poignant reflection on the lack of true communication and meaningful connection in a relationship. The opening line, "It's a still life watercolor of a now-late afternoon," sets the scene of a quiet, mundane moment where two people are sitting together, but their minds are somewhere else. The use of imagery such as "curtained lace," "shadows," and "ocean roar" create a sense of ambience and atmosphere, but also suggest that there is something deeper beneath the surface that is not being addressed.


The title of the song refers to the "dangling conversation" between the two individuals, who are only engaging in superficial small talk. They are reading poetry by Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost, but instead of discussing the deeper meanings of the verses, they "note [their] place with book markers that measure what we've lost." The song's theme centers around a feeling of disconnection and estrangement, even in the presence of another person - "lost in the dangling conversation." The final stanza suggests a final farewell, with the lines "the room is softly faded / and I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your hand / you're a stranger now unto me."


Overall, "Dangling Conversation" is a somber and introspective reflection on the difficulties of human connection, and the consequences of failing to truly communicate with those we love.


Line by Line Meaning

It's a still life watercolor
The scene is calm and static, like a painting


Of a now-late afternoon
The time of day is late and the day is ending


As the sun shines through the curtained lace
Sunlight filters in through lace curtains


And shadows wash the room
Shadows cover the room and change its appearance


And we sit and drink our coffee
We sit and have coffee together


Couched in our indifference, like shells upon the shore
We are uninterested and distant like sea shells on the beach


You can hear the ocean roar
Even though we are indoors, we can hear the sound of the nearby ocean


In the dangling conversation
Our conversation is detached and lacks a clear direction


And the superficial sighs
Our sighs are insincere and don't express genuine emotions


The borders of our lives
Our conversation doesn't go beyond surface-level topics


And you read your Emily Dickinson
You read a work of poetry by Emily Dickinson


And I my Robert Frost
I read a work of poetry by Robert Frost


And we note our place with book markers
We use bookmarks to mark our places in our books


That measure what we've lost
The bookmarks remind us of what we've forgotten or lost


Like a poem poorly written
Our conversation is awkward and poorly executed, like a badly written poem


We are verses out of rhythm
Our conversation is disjointed and lacks a clear structure


Couplets out of rhyme
Our conversation lacks coherence and sense of flow


In syncopated time
Our conversation is heavily disrupted and unpredictable


And the dangled conversation
We continue to have an unproductive and aimless conversation


And the superficial sighs
Our fake sighs continue


Are the borders of our lives
Our inability to connect on a deeper level defines the limits of our relationship


Yes, we speak of things that matter
We try to discuss important topics sometimes


With words that must be said
We use words to convey these important ideas


"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
We discuss the value of analytical thinking


"Is the theater really dead?"
We consider whether live theater is still relevant


And how the room is softly faded
We notice how the lighting of the room is soft and fading


And I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your hand
I feel disconnected from you and our relationship is fading away


You're a stranger now unto me
I feel like I don't know you anymore


Lost in the dangling conversation
We continue to have a conversation that lacks direction or substance


And the superficial sighs
We continue to fake emotion with fake sighs


In the borders of our lives
Our lack of connection and depth marks the limits of our relationship




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: PAUL SIMON

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

redwingblues

It's a still life watercolor
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtained 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

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



Genevieve Gates

It's a still life watercolor
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtained 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

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



All comments from YouTube:

Anthony Pranckevicus

I'm 72 years old and bought this song when it first came out on a 45 I still play it along with sounds of silence I think it's one of the greatest songs they ever made

redwingblues

It's a still life watercolor
Of a now-late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtained 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

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

Everything Fangirl

Every time I hear a new song of theirs, I think it's the best one. And then I find another one to surpass it. These guys are geniuses, from their lyrics to their music. 💜

Lindy Williams

Genius doesn't begin to express just how unbelievable Paul Simon's poetry is.  It is timeless and Art Garfunkel's voice, along with Paul's is the conduit that carries it to our minds.  What a gift given to my generation.

Laughing Lark

He reminds me of Robert Frost. Paul Simon puts poetry to music.

Holly

And a gift given to every generation thereafter. My folks loved these songs growing up -- Beatles, S&G, Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, etc...

I'm lucky to have parents like mine who are willing to share the joys of their childhoods with me; it's taught me so much over the years, and I believe I understand other people a little better the further back I look into music's past.

I've more recently learned to appreciate Bob Seger, Bruce Springsteen, and Don McLean more. Once I start listening to other artists from back before I was born, I mean /really/ listening, then I hear past the annoying voices and understand the talent and work that went with it, to be able to get that one take that sticks.

Music is life, man. Music is life. :)

Aaron Meyer

One of the most poetic songs ever written.

funguy4utube

"... and we note our place with bookmakers that measure what we've lost"  such powerful imagery and poetry .. just as strong today as in 1966  ( in '66 I played this album endlessly ... I almost wore it out )

AceHilm

this album went so hard but like…. so softly

Julie Watt Faqir

their songs beautifully tell stories.

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