Dangling Converstaion

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From: R P Kent

So here we are a brilliant song by Paul Simon this one. I think its ok
I tabbed it myself so if anyone spots any mistakes let me know. Its not
too hard to play either just make sure its played evenly especially the
faster bits. I've added the variations on the picking in the Em F E D section
because it sounds better that way.
Enjoy
Rich
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Capo Up Three Frets
      Introduction:                    D

        C/G                                                   G
T----|-----------------|------------------|-----------------|----------------|

                                                   Its a     still life water
       D
T----|---2-------2-----|---2-------2-----|-----------------|---2-------2-----|

       colour                       of a   now later  after- noon
       D                                   Am
T----|---2-------2-----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

                 and the sun shines through the curtain lace             and
       G
T----|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

       shadows wash the room                                       and we
       Em
T----|-----------------|-------0---------|-----------------|-----------------|

       sit and drink our coffee
       F                                   E
T----|---------------1-|-----------------|---------------0-|-----------------|

       cast in our indifference      like  shells upon the * can hear
       D
T----|---2-------2-----|---2-------2-----|-----------------|-----------------|

       the ocean roar               in the dangling
Then it goes to the intro again for the rest of the chorus.
Verse2
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 synchopated time
Chorus
And the dangling conversation and the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our lives
Verse3
Yes we speak of things that matter with words that must be said
Can analysis be worthwhile? Is the theatre 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