The Dangling Conversation
Simon & Garfunkel 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

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Written by: Paul Simon

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Bob C

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.



Sharon Taylor

LYRICS to this beautiful song:

It's a still life watercolor
Of the now late afternoon
As the sun shines thru 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

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



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kensartspage

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

Dadla Ponizil

I’d say that this album is my favorite of all time.

Dadla Ponizil

There are so many amazing songs they created, but this one keeps returning.

Richard Glass

Oh my goodness I strongly agree with you. Bless your beautiful soul.

Jim Murphy

And yet Paul said he considered it his worst?

Mandy Marylane

Absolutely

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David Howse

Paul Simon is my favourite songwriter. I think I saw a quote which said he considered The Dangling Conversation to have been his worst song. I can understand why, he might say that, and understand why this was not a top selling single, it does not fit the usual mould of pop song, but I think that it was his best song of that era, which pushed the boundaries between poetry and colloquial lyric. I think it is an exquisite song, a song which needed to be written, a song which in its distinctive way, was one of Paul Simon's best songs and a work of art, rather than popular success. Cerebral rather than emotional, mind over heart, a tragedy of life, experienced by many who have love to share, but fail.

Richard Scanlon

WOW!

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65CSX

The 'worst' of genius is still magnificent. Some artist's detritus can still exceed other's best.

pattipie100

Very well put

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