The Boxer(March, 21, 1969) Simon & Garfunkel

 

 

I am just a poor boy

Though my story's seldom told              Then I'm laying out my winter

I have squandered my resistancec           clothes

For a pocketful of mumbles                    And wishing I was gone

Such are promises                                 Going home

All lies and jest                                     Where the New York City

Still, a man hears what he                       winters

wants to hear                                        Aren't bleeding me

And disregards the rest                           Leading me

                                                           Going home

When I left my home

And my family                                        In the clearing stands a boxer

I was no more than a boy                         And a fighter by his trade

In the company of strangers                      And he carries the reminders

In the quiet of the railway                         Of ev'ry glove that laid him down

station                                                    And cut him till he cried out

Running scared                                         In his anger and his shame

Laying low                                                "I am leaving, I am leaving"

Seeking out the poorer quarters                   But the fighter still remains

Where the ragged people go

Looking for the places                                 Lie-la-lie

Only they would know

 

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

 

 

 

whores  창녀

poorer quarters  더 가난한 집

laying low  웅크리다

disregards  무시한다

jest  장난

squandered  낭비했다

resistances  저함

 

 

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