Wednesday, March 25, 2009

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 (hmmmm....mmmm......)

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

(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(La la la la li...)

Seeking 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

(li la la, la, la la)

Now the years are rolling by me,
they are rockin' even me
I am older than I once was,
and younger than I'll be,
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 ...

(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(La la la la li...)

And I'm laying out my winter clothes,
wishing I was gone, goin' home
Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me,
leadin' me to go home

In the clearing stands a boxer,
and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminder
of every glove that laid him down
or cut him 'Til he cried out
in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving,
but the fighter still remains
Yes, he still remains ...

(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(La la la la li...)
(Li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(La la la la li...)
(Li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)

(Paul Simon is the reason I took up poetry)

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