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.

Link: [Simon & Garfunkel]

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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