Tuesday, May 24, 2016

ATF: Pugilistic

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



The Boxer
Simon & Garfunkel
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my existence
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 a railway station
Wet and 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
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-lie
La- 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
Oh la-la
La-la
La-la

Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-lie
La- 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 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

Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-lie
La- la-lie…

Link: [Triumph]


Fight the Good Fight
Triumph
The days grow shorter
And the nights are gettin’ long
Feels like we're running out of time
Every day it seems much harder
Tellin' right from wrong
You got to read between the lines
Don't get discouraged
Don't be afraid
We can
Make it through another day
Make it worth the price we pay

The Good Book says it's better
To give than to receive
I do my best to do my part
Nothin' in my pockets
I got nothin' up my sleeve
I keep my magic in my heart
Keep up your spirit
Keep up your faith baby
I am counting on you
You know what you've got to do

Fight the good fight
Every moment
Every minute
Every day
Fight the good fight
Every moment
It's your only way

All your life you've been
Waiting for your chance
Where you'll fit into the plan
But you're the master
Of your own destiny
So give and take
The best that you can

You think a little more money
Can buy your soul some rest
You'd better think of something else instead
You're so afraid of being honest with yourself
You'd better take a look inside your head
Nothing is easy
Nothing good is free
But I can tell you where to start
Take a look inside your heart
There's an answer in your heart

Fight the good fight
Every moment
Every minute
Every day
Fight the good fight
And remember
Make it worth the price you pay
Yeah
Every moment of your lifetime
Every minute
Every day
Fight the good fight
And remember
Make it worth the price we pay

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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6 comments:

  1. The Boxer! - My favorite! s&g song

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Martin!!! It is indeed hard to beat.

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  2. Love Simon and Garfunkel

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Ann!!! They sure had a good run.

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  3. I always loved Simon and Garfunkel. I met a distant relative of Art Garfunkel's once!

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