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The Boxer

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Simon & Garfunkel


I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
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 the 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
Lie la lie
Lie la lie
Lie la lie lie
Lie la lie la la la la 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 la la la la


Lie la lie
Lie la lie lie
Lie la lie
Lie la lie
Lie la lie lie
Lie la lie la la la la lie


Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains


Lie la lie
Lie la lie lie
Lie la lie
Lie la lie
Lie la lie lie
Lie la lie la la la la lie( repeat 8x)





posted by DaYsLpR at 11:24 AM