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... yes he still remains.
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Wednesday, May 18, 2005
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i’ve squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles,
such are promises
all lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear
and disregards the rest...
a good tune, that one..
This was amongst the first few English songs I ever heard, along with Scarborough Fair and Country Roads. It's such a perfect song to play on the guitar.
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