sábado, 9 de junho de 2007
The Boxer
Simon and Garfunkel - The Boxer
I am just a poor boy, and my story's seldom told
I've squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
All lies and jest,
Still the man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm...
When I left my home and my family,
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...
Asking only workman's wages,
I come lookin' for a job,
But I get no offers
Just a come'on from the whores on 7th avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
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...
And Im 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 reminders
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...
