Simon & Garfunkel

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  1. shinichi says:

    The Dangling Conversation

    by Paul Simon

    Simon & Garfunkel

    https://youtu.be/nntOYUODSV0

    **

    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

  2. shinichi says:

    The Sound of Silence

    by Paul Simon

    Simon & Garfunkel

    https://youtu.be/4zLfCnGVeL4

    **

    Hello darkness, my old friend
    I’ve come to talk with you again
    Because a vision softly creeping
    Left its seeds while I was sleeping
    And the vision that was planted in my brain
    Still remains
    Within the sound of silence

    In restless dreams I walked alone
    Narrow streets of cobblestone
    ‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
    I turned my collar to the cold and damp
    When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
    That split the night
    And touched the sound of silence

    And in the naked light I saw
    Ten thousand people, maybe more
    People talking without speaking
    People hearing without listening
    People writing songs that voices never share
    And no one dared
    Disturb the sound of silence

    Fools, said I, you do not know
    Silence like a cancer grows
    Hear my words that I might teach you
    Take my arms that I might reach you
    But my words, like silent raindrops fell
    And echoed in the wells of silence

    And the people bowed and prayed
    To the neon god they made
    And the sign flashed out its warning
    In the words that it was forming
    And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
    And tenement halls
    And whispered in the sounds of silence

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