Sunday, April 17, 2011
The Boxer, by Paul Simon
I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises
All lies and jest
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,
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 Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so
I took some comfort there.
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone,
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me,
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains
The fighter is Sonny Liston. The background was made with pieces by SkeletalMess, Encounter_Laura and Decar66 at Textures for Layers Flickr Group.
Posted by Linda Gibbons at Sunday, April 17, 2011
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Fabulous art, wonderful song. PennyReplyDelete
What a knock-out postcard! DiannReplyDelete
WOW speechless! This is so FAB!ReplyDelete
This is a truly magnificent piece, Linda. I love the textures and the grunginess and the earthy colours. Simon and Garfunkel were favourites of mine in the seventies. A great song.ReplyDelete
This is my all time favourite song and it made the hairs on my neck stand up when I saw you work of art and read the lyrics reminding me of my youth and of how I learn t it word for word in the 70S thank you for such a wonderful reminder.ReplyDelete
Great Song, great card!!! Fantastic!!!ReplyDelete