Wednesday, April 13, 2016

The Boxer by Simon & Garfunkel

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  1. The Boxer by Paul Simon

    I am just a poor boy though my story’s seldom told
    I have squandered my resistance
    For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises, all lies and jest
    Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest

    When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy
    In the company of strangers, in the quiet of a railway station, running scared
    Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
    Looking for the places only they would know
    Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie-lie…

    Asking only workman’s wages, I come looking for a job but I get no offers
    Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
    I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
    I took some comfort there, la-la-la…

    [Now the years are rolling by me; they are rocking evenly
    And I am older than I once was and younger than I’ll be, but that’s not unusual
    No it isn’t strange after changes upon changes we are more or less the same
    After changes we are more or less the same
    Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie-lie…]

    Then I’m laying out my winter clothes
    Wishing I was gone, goin’ home
    Where the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me
    Leading me, goin’ home

    In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
    And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down
    And cut him ‘til he cried out, in his anger and his shame
    I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains, he still remains
    Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie-lie…