Showing posts with label simon and garfunkel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label simon and garfunkel. Show all posts

Friday, 15 March 2019

Simon & Garfunkel - "Wednesday Morning, 3am"

what have I done and why did I do it?
...
a scene badly written in which I must play

Tuesday, 3 June 2014

recapping older posts

Simon & Garfunkel - "Dangling Conversation", beautiful lyrics, so sad.

Nits - "Adieu Sweet Bahnhof", amazingly sad and beautiful dance.

Thursday, 27 October 2011

Simon & Garfunkel - "The Boxer"

yes, old, ... yet beautiful

Saturday, 18 June 2011

Simon & Garfunkel - "Sound Of Silence" (Sounds Of Silence)

(I thought this'd be the very first Simon & Garfunkel post, but the labels suggest I've written about them before. And suggested by Pandora, nonetheless. This must be the only radiostation where Radiohead is preceeded by Simon & Garfunkel)

Heard this on headphones, never realised their voices were completely on different sides of the spectrum.

And the song still works. The music, the words. People (the ones I tend to hang out with) might sniff at it, but fuck it, it works.


Tuesday, 2 March 2010

Simon & Garfunkel - "Dangling Conversation"

It's a still life water color,
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 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
Lost in 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.

[via Lizzie : http://freshlysqueezedstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/road-not-taken.html ]