The Dangling Conversation
Simon & Garfunkel -- Paul Simon Lyrics


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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

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 has 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 Dangling Conversation" is a song by Simon & Garfunkel that encapsulates the inner emotions of a couple who are living in disillusionment. The song features rich imagery that helps the listener to create a vivid picture of the setting, which is a still-life watercolor of a now-late afternoon. There is a lack of real connection between the couple, as they drink their coffee and read their poetry, all while being couches in their indifference. The poem shares the idea that the couple seems to have lost their rhythm and synchronization, that’s why they are like a poorly written poem in syncopated time. They talk about things that do matter, but all they can come up with are superficial sighs.


The pair are occupied but uninvolved in conversation, caught in a "dangling conversation" that implies more than the surface level of discussion. They read their favorite poets, Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson, and "note our place with book markers that measure what we've lost." The conversation is just a façade, meant to cover their deep feelings of disconnection and disillusionment. The song goes on to portray the gradual emotional distance between the couple, with the soft fading of the room, and the realization that one stranger cannot hold the other’s hand. Ultimately, they are lost in the "borders of our lives" with nothing but a superficial exchange of words.


Line by Line Meaning

It's a still-life watercolor
The scene is frozen and lacks vitality, as though captured on canvas.


Of a now-late afternoon
The moment in time being depicted is at the end of the day.


As the sun shines through the curtain lace
The sun is casting a warm glow through sheer fabric.


And shadows wash the room
The low light is causing shadowed areas in the space.


And we sit and drink our coffee
The artist and their partner are having a casual moment together.


Couched in our indifference
Both individuals are apathetic towards one another.


Like shells upon the shore
Their presence next to one another is akin to the empty shells one may discover on a beach.


You can hear the ocean roar
Despite their lack of communication, the sound of the ocean is ever-present and adds to the atmosphere of the moment.


In the dangling conversation
Their conversation is lacking depth, as it is not fully formed or discussed to completion.


And the superficial sighs
Their sighs are of no real meaning or heartfelt concern.


The borders of our lives
Their mundane interactions define their existence and the limits of their connection.


And you read your Emily Dickinson
One person is reading a certain poet's works.


And I my Robert Frost
The other person is reading a different poet's works.


And we note our place with book markers
They keep track of their progress in their respective works.


That measure what we've lost
The books are a reminder of what they've read and potentially gained from it.


Like a poem poorly written
Their relationship seems lackluster and may even be deemed a failure.


We are verses out of rhythm
The individuals' habits and personalities do not work together harmoniously.


Couplets out of rhyme
Their actions and reactions do not produce a pleasing end result.


In syncopated time
Their relationship is tinged with tension and irregularity.


Yes, we speak of things that matter
They make an attempt to talk about subjects of importance.


With words that must be said
Verbal communication is necessary in order to discuss these weighty topics.


Can analysis be worthwhile?
Are discussions and analysis necessary to gain benefit or insight?


Is the theater really dead?
An example is given to prompt further thought and discussion, but it may not be directly related to the conversation at hand.


And how the room has softly faded
The room's illumination has diminished slowly over time.


And I only kiss your shadow
The individuals are no longer as physically close as they once were.


I cannot feel your hand
The physical separation has become more pronounced and a sense of distance is palpable.


You're a stranger now unto me
The singer's partner has become unfamiliar to them, creating distance in their connection.


Lost in the dangling conversation
The conversation seems to have no direction or point, and both parties seem unsure of how to proceed.


And the superficial sighs
Their shallow, meaningless breaths or expressions of regret continue to take up the oxygen of the room.


In the borders of our lives
The limits and constraints of their lives provide a framework for their relationship, but also constrain their ability to open up to one another.




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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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