Parece que estou a ouvir #97

Heard it on the radio earlier this morning. The unpretentious music toned by a simple guitar, the soft voices, and the fabulous poem... what a wonderful combination! Could not believe the last (and mythical) Simon & Garfunkel's album is already forty years old.____________

The Boxer

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 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-la-lie

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 lonesome
I took some comfort there

Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie, lie-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 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 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 remains

Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie