the boxer

17 January 2014

Simon Garfunkel

Simon & Garfunkel – The Boxer



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

asking only workman’s wages

i come looking 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

that i took some comfort there

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 ev’ry 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

art garfunkel are radacini la iasi, de unde au emigrat bunicii paterni

major in arhitectura

BA in istoria artei, un master in matematici si studii pre-doctorale pentru un phd in maths

la o universitate importanta

acestea toate in perioada in care facea discurile icon cu paul simon

tenis, ski, scrima si bowling

a strabatut america pe jos de la un ocean la celalalt

Citiţi şi

La mulți ani, Ana dragă!

La dracu, nu!

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