Sunday, May 11, 2008

The Boxer - Simon and Garfunkel

After changes upon changes,
we are more or less the same.

Paul Simon
lyrics from The Boxer

The Boxer is a single released on April 1969 from the album Bridge Over Troubled Water. It is said that Paul Simon wrote this song when critics were writing harsh things about his music. He said he was the boxer, and that if they didn't cut it out he would leave the music business altogether.

This is one of my favorite songs ever . . . and I also adore the early music of Simon and Garfunkel with their perfectly harmonized voices, the soothing guitar sounds of folk rock and lyrics that captured the feelings of the times and beyond.

It was a time of awareness for me and this song represents telling the world to leave me alone and let me have a mind of my own to form my own opinions. My parents were so domineering and strict with the parental concept that the only thoughts and opinions I had should be those shared by them. No wonder I retreated to music and the wonderful world of song lyrics . . . it was my escape from hell.

The Boxer Simon and Garfunkel

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, 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 li li li li li
Li la li
li la li li li li li
la la la li 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

Li la li...

Now the years are rolling by me, they are rocking evenly
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be
That's not unusual.
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 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, goin' 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...

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