After another failed attempt to find some meaningful discussion on the Sunday morning news-talk shows, this off-the-cuff parody of Paul Simon’s song Danglng Conversations wrote iteself. In a kind of wised-up New York City way, Simon’s song was about lost love.

DC’s a lifeless action hero comic book
In a early evening hotel room
The sun never shines through the window’s tattered lace
There’re no shadows in this gloom

And we sit and sip our cocktails
Cable TV’s news pounds us into indifference, like naval gunfire upon D-Day shores
No one hears our homeland hearts aching roars

In our politics’ strangling conversations
Full of superficial sighs
Lie the borders of desperate lives

And some read their Karl Marx
While others their Adam Smith
All argue their positions with markers
Measuring only their passing acquaintance with

Editorials and talking points, poorly written
Ideas and prose, out of tune with the time
Screaming graphics without context, reason or rhyme
Ever expanding in a New York City minute of time

In our politics’ strangling conversations
Full of superficial sighs
Lie the borders of desperate lives

Do we ever speak of things that matter
With words that should be said
“Can instant analysis be worthwhile?”
“Are Amercian politics really dead?”

And now as the country softly fades
And we only see its shadows, we cannot feel our neighbors hands
We’re strangers to each other

In our politics’ strangling conversations
Full of superficial sighs
Lie the borders of desperate lives

Copyright © 2017 From My Isle Seat/Paul Simon
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