I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains

[theladyrose]

You know what was weird? During dinner tonight I blinked once and for a few moments I looked at my parents and thought, "Who are these people? Am I related to them? Why am I here with them? Do we know each other?" It was more a weird sense of unfamiliarity than anything else. It was almost as if I was somebody else for a moment. Crazy thoughts, huh?

My brain's been fixated with Phillip Glass's the Hours, Yann Tiersen's Goodbye, Lenin!, and Simon and Garfunkel's "The Boxer" from Bridge Over Troubled Water. For some reason the following words seem to be imprinted on my brain:

In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
Of every 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...

And for your enjoyment, the complete lyrics of "The Boxer" (because it is such an awesome song, even though I have no idea what that gunshot sound thing is in the background):

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.

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.
Lai-lai-lai...

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job but I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whorse on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
Lai-lai-lai...

Then I'm laying out my winter clohtes
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
Of every 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...


I won't let you get the best of me, my dear. That comment wasn't addressed to anyone here.

Comments

[dfordoom.livejournal.com]

I always suspected that my parents were aliens who had kidnapped me from my real parents. It just seemed to be the only explanation for the fact that I had absolutely nothing in common with them and was totally unable to communicate with them.

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

When I was really young I read "the Invasion of the Body Snatchers" just before going to bed on the suggestion of a mischevious cousin, and for the next few weeks I was absolutely terrified of going to sleep. I kept watching for signs that my parents had been replaced, but I have since concluded that if my parents have actually been replaced by Pod People, they're pretty good duplicates!

[thehashmark.livejournal.com]

Does everyone on your friend list know your name? When is it ok to use it? I just want to make sure I know, you know, just incase...

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

I generally preferred to be referred to as Lea, and that's what people tend to call me. It's a fairly common nickname of mine. Thanks for checking.

[latina-business.livejournal.com]

hey X (i'm waiting for your reply to tania's comment) *wait, is it okay to use tania's name?* oops, well, she'll forgive me. Oh, yes, I wanted to tell you that song lyrics get "imprinted in my brain" as well, seriously, ALL THE TIME. Even my ring inscription was a song lyric. So yes, I just wanted to say that I completely understand what you are talking about.

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

Hello there (is it OK if I call you by name)? My ring inscription was actually a quotation from the TV series, Alias. Hehe.

Song lyrics do make cool inscriptions, though. What did you pick?

[zedhaus.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I'm most sure i am related to my mother.

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

Well, that's always nice to know ^_^