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The Dangling Conversation lyrics
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
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.
Part of these releases
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- Track 4 on The Best of Simon & Garfunkel
- 3 I Am A Rock
- 5 Scarborough Fair/Canticle
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- Track 7 on Simon & Garfunkel 1964-1970 Disc 3
- 6 The 59th Street Bridge Song
- 8 Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
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- Track 8 on Live From New York City, 1967
- 7 The 59th Street Bridge Song
- 9 Richard Cory
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- Track 37 on The Collection
- 36 The 59th Street Bridge Song
- 38 Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
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