Allons au Madison Square Garden de NYC pour voir et écouter lun des plus beaux textes jamais écrit sur une musique incroyable du génial Paul F. SIMON Titre : The Boxer Songwriter: Paul Frederic Simon, né le 13 octobre 1941 à Newark I am just a poor boy though my storys 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, hmmm When I left my home and my family, Is 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 Asking only workmans 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. La la la Li la li And Im laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Goin home Where the New York City winters arent 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. Li la li youtu.be/ky57Jo3-BaU
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 18:28:57 +0000
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