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Song «The Boxer» von Simon And Garfunkel.
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1969 04 (Single), 1970 01 26 (Album)
Label: Columbia 4 44785, Columbia KCS 9914
Songwriter Paul Simon
Produktion: Art Garfunkel & Roy Halee & Paul Simon
Genre: Pop - Folkpop
Annotationen
Ein autobiografischer Song von Paul Simon und als solches ein wenig wehleidig.
Das Schlagzeug im Chorus wurde in einem Gang bei einem Liftschacht aufgenommen, damit es so mächtig klingt, die Lie la lies in der Kapelle der Columbia Universität, die eine gekachelte Kuppel hatte.
Roy Halee arbeitete mit zwei synchroniserten 8-Spur-Tonbandmaschinen, um auf diese Weise 16 Spuren zu erhalten.
Personen und Querverweise
Simon And Garfunkel
Paul Simon
Art Garfunkel
Roy Halee
Paul Simon
Lyrics
[Verse 1] I am just a poor boy, though my story's 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, hmm [Verse 2] When I left my home and my family, I was 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 [Hook] Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie [Verse 3] Asking only workman's 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 la la la la [Verse 4] Now the years are rolling by me They are rockin' evenly I am older than I once was And younger than I'll be; that's not unusual Nor is it strange After changes upon changes We are more or less the same After changes we are more or less the same [Hook] Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie [Verse 5] And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone Goin' home Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me Leadin' me Goin' home [Verse 6] 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 [Hook] Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie, la la lie la lie I love you