Post Script; The Guru Revisited.

My Blogger friend Mitch has clarified my confusion about the use of Boxer in my previous post on The Guru. I had omitted a major part of the lyrics which I now give below and now it all makes sense though I doubt very much that for MLB, assuming that he identifies himself to the singer’s profile, I could have been the boxer. I however can understand that he may well have thought of me as fitting that description in my youth.

Then I’m laying out my winter clothes
Wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me
Leading me
To going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
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, he’s still remains
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

4 thoughts on “Post Script; The Guru Revisited.”

  1. I think we all have the boxer in us. So attached to our live-breath are we that though we remember every glove that laid us down or cut us till we cry out, we’re still here. Reminds me of Old Man River… “I get weary and sick of trying ; I’m tired of living and scared of dying ; but old man river he just keeps rolling along”

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