Wednesday, September 22, 2010

THE BOXER

Paul Simon & Art 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 jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest mmmmmmmmmmm
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 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 comeon 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
Leading mee, going home..
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries a reminder of every glove that laid 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 remmains mmm
Lie la lie, Lie la lie lie lie la lie, Lie la lie,.......
La La La La La La

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