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slips...@my-deja.com
these lyrics are from?
` and we note our place with bookmarkers that measure what we`ve
lost....`
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Alistair
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SNUMBER6
> There are no prizes on offer, but can you tell me from which song
>these lyrics are from?
>
> ` and we note our place with bookmarkers that measure what we`ve
>lost....`
It's a still life water color on 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 a 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
syncophated 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 fading ... And I only kiss your shadow ... I can not
feel your hand ...You're a stranger now unto me ...lost in the Dangling
Conversation and the superficial sighs ...are the borders of our lives ... ...
... ... ... ....
Sorry I have no idea :-)
In the Village ....
I am not a number ... I am a free man !!!!
slips...@my-deja.com
Ed Nash
> be worthwhile ?? Is the theater really dead ???
Did Paul write it with all the punctuation, d'you think?
SNUMBER6
>> ...Can analysis
>> be worthwhile ?? Is the theater really dead ???
>
>Did Paul write it with all the punctuation, d'you think?
>
>
Nah ... I just hear it that way ... It's my usenet posting style ...