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PeterDragon	posted on 09-30-2001 @ 8:36 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	This past week's opening of SNL reminded me of how much I enjoy this song.... The Boxer by Paul Simon I am just a poor boy. Though my story's seldom told, I have squandered my resistance For a pocket full 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 And my family, I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station, Running scared, Laying low, Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places 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 ... 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 ev'ry glove that laid him down And cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame, "I am leaving, I am leaving." But the fighter still remains Lie la lie..........
MaynardGKrebs	posted on 09-30-2001 @ 8:39 PM
O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01	Is there a reason you posted this in Off Topic instead of Music? You have been here long enough to know where this should go.
FollowThisLogic Nay. We are but men. ROCK. The man with the plan.	posted on 09-30-2001 @ 8:43 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	Yeah.... good song indeed, but a bit of a forum mishap. Me droogies: Noellevious.... she's made me so proud. Two positions available. Come and get one in the yarbles.... if you have any yarbles.
red rocket Secret Sex Chat	posted on 09-30-2001 @ 8:48 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 01	It would of been better in the Neil Diamond voice. Forever on blue jeans. God Bless The USA.
PeterDragon	posted on 09-30-2001 @ 8:52 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	sorry about accidentally posting it in OT; [conscience] TOOL [/conscience] that's what happens when you have too many windows open at the same time. (and thanx to mod who moved it quickly) This message was edited by PeterDragon on 9-30-01 @ 8:56 PM
Froy King Shit *board owner*	posted on 09-30-2001 @ 8:59 PM
O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01	The Hitter Bruce Springsteen Come to the door ma and unlock the chain. Well I was just passin' through and got caught in the rain. There's nothing that I want, nothin' that you need say. Just let me lie down a while and I'll be on my way. I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen. With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans. Well I fought in the dockyards for the the money that I made. And the fight was my home and any blood was my trade. Baton Rouge, Ponchatoula, and Lafayette town. They payed me the moon, ma, to knock the man down. Well I did what I did, yeah it come easily. For as know ma, restraint and mercy were always strangers to me. I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud. Rain poured through the tent canvas and mixed with our blood. In the twelfth, slipped my tounge over my broken jaw. And I pounded his body into the floor. Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on. 'Til I felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone. And the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track. The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black. I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets. Well I took my good share, ma, I have no regrets. I took the fixed staid hombre with Big Diamond Don. (???) Well from high in the rafters I watched myself fall. He raised his arms, stomach twisted, and the sky it went black. (???) I stuffed my bag with their good money, ma, and never looked back. Understand me and my, every man plays the game. Well if you know anyone different then speak out his name. My life, my face, now you don't recognize. Well just open the door and look into your dark eyes. I ask of you nothin', not a kiss not a smile. Just open the door and let me lie down for a while. Now the gray rain is fallin' and my ring fightin's done. So in the work fields and alleys, I take them who'll come. If you're a better man than me then just step to the line. Show me your money and speak out your crime. There's nothin' I want, ma, nuthin' that you need say. Just let me lie for a while and I'll be on my way. Well tonight in Stockyard, a man draws a circle in the dirt. I move to the center and take off my shirt. I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain, no time can erase. I move hard to the left and I strike to the face. I believe in the Faith... that can save me. I believe in the hope and I pray... That someday it may raise me... above these badlands

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