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for a while, so many people including i were posting lyrics that it got annoying. since it has died down and people aren't reading as much anymore, maybe i can get away with it.

there are some songs that i sometimes avoid playing when i am in a relationship, even though i love them. assumptions and connections seem to be made that shouldn't be. the same thing applies here. please don't assume. i'm sure this song strikes some chord in everyone, but that doesn't necessarily make it a reflection of their relationship. i love it because it is beautiful, it is poetry, and it is imagery.

The Dangling Conversation (2:40)
P. Simon, 1966
It's a still life water color
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 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 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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