This morning I re-read Opher’s musings on Simon and Garfunkle’s song “The Boxer” and it made me all teary. Though he wrote it clear back on July 19, 2016, it seems to hold so much more meaning for reflection for me today as I consider what’s happening around me. How about you?
‘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’
There are times when a song conveys a truth to me that nothing else does. The words of this song do that for me. Paul Simon hits the spot. His lyrics are poetry.
I think we all hear what we want to hear and disregard the rest. We live in a bubble that reflects our own attitudes back at us. We select the things we listen to and watch. We put our slant on all we see and hear. We listen to the arguments that reinforce the views we hold. We buy in to the lies we are told and still naively believe the promises.
‘Now the years are rolling by me
They are rocking evenly
And I am older…
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Homeward Bound opens the disc and hails from Long Beach, Paul and Art sing like brothers, Simon s literary imagery flashes by in a series of sonic highway streetlamps. Garfunkel s ghostly wordless echoes of the songs melody are inspired and timely. At the Zoo comes next, the closing song from 1968 s
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It is an amazing song. Funnily enough, I was listening to S&G’s greatest hits only the other day and was prompted to put on my FB page (@JuliaThorleyAuthor) ‘There are two sorts of people: those who sing with Simon and those who sing with Garfunkel.’ Which are you?
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Hm… I think you need to explain that a little further, Julia. I have no clue! LOL
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Sadly, it is true.
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You would have thought we’d have made some progress since that song was written, wouldn’t you, Margo?
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I thank you humbly for your kind words on my post. There are some songs, lyrics and poems that make the hair stand up on the back of your neck. That last verse always brings me to tears.
We are beaten and yet there are still things worth fighting for. We know we will lose. It is futile. But we still have to try.
But the fighter still remains’
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Bac have you ever read “Anthem” by Ayn Rand? If so, what did you think of it, Opher?
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