April 1, 2013

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  The Boxer (feat. Mumford & Sons & Paul Simon) by Mumford & Sons on Grooveshark','hspace':null,'vspace':null,'align':null,'bgcolor':null}" alt="" />

   

  I love this interpretation of Simon 

  and Garfunkel's classic by Mumford

  & Sons. The folkier, the better.

   

  This is one of the few songs where

  I actually pay attention to what the

  lyrics say, or what I think it does.

   

  As is typical of folk music, while the

  music may be absolutely beautiful

  to listen to, the intent behind it

  is often sad (and not hopeful,

  as one would tend to think). 

   

  The thing about The Boxer is that

  while it may seem like it is about

  acquiescing, and accepting man's

  powerlessness, it is also comforting.

   

  Almost like a reminder.

   

  We all feel battle weary

  at certain points in our lives.

  _____________________

  The Boxer

  I am just a poor boy

  Though my story seldom told

  I squandered my resistance

  For a pocketful of mumbles

  Such are promises

   

  All lies and jests

  Still a man hears

  What he wants to hear

  And disregards the rest

   

  When I left my home & my family

  I was no more than a boy

  In the company of strangers

  In the quiet of the railway

  stations running scared

   

  Laying low seeking out 

  The poor quarters

  Where the ragged people go

  Looking for the places

  Only they would know

   

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

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

  Lie-la-lie lie lie

   

  Asking only workman's wages

  I come looking for a job

  But I get no offers

  Just a "Come on!"

  From the whores of 7th Avenue

  I do declare there were times

  When I was so lonesome

  I took some comfort there

   

  I'm laying down my winter clothes

  And wishing I was home, going home

  Where the New York City winters

  Are bleeding me, bleeding me

  Going home

   

  Lie lie lie-la-lie 

  Lie-la-lie lie lie

  Lie lie lie-la-lie

  Lie lie-la-lie

   

  In the clearing stands a boxer

  And a fighter by his trade

  And he carries the reminder of

  Every glove that laid him down

  And 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-la-lie lie

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

  Lie-la-lie lie lie

  _____________________

   

  On a side note, sometimes I also

  completely disregard the meaning

  of the song, singing it just because

  I love the chorus (which is so apt for

  all intents and purposes: "Lie-la-lie")

   

  On another side note, I also realised

  while singing in the office one day,

  that this is the only tune I know of

  which uses the term "whores" but

  but manages not to offend me

  when I say it out loud.

   

  Whoops. 

   

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