[Fanmix] WORST SPN FANMIX EVER, Track 08: "The Boxer" by Simon & Garfunkel
As perhaps you've noticed, as promised the songs on this Worst fanmix have actually gotten less Worst. The last two are 100% legitimate, because I take this show too seriously to open my experience of S10 with 100% crack. Let how seriously I take this show be the ridiculous part of the rest of this.
Track 01: Tiger Took My Family by Dr. Bombay (YED)
Track 02: Today is Gonna Be a Great Day by Bowling For Soup (3x11)
Track 03: I Was Born to Touch Your Feelings by Scorpions (Dean/Cas)
Track 04: You're the One That I Want from Grease (Sam/Ruby)
Track 05: Everywhere by Michelle Branch (Sam/Dean)
Track 06: I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie (S8)
Track 07: Counting Stars by One Republic (Dean)
WORST SPN FANMIX EVER
Track 08: "The Boxer" by Simon & Garfunkel (and in this case, Mumford & Sons)
The Best of Simon & Garfunkel is the first album I ever personally owned; so S&G are very special to me. And I have a sort-of rule for not attaching them and subsuming them under fandom, because they "deserve" to be an entity unto themselves in my heart. (Oh, don't look at me like that. XP) But I'd always connected "The Boxer" to "ran away to Flagstaff" and Stanford!era Sam, anyway.
About a month after the S8 finale, my housemates and I went to a Mumford & Sons concert down in Chula Vista, which for geography's sake is about 10 minutes from the US-Mexico border. Several years beore, when we were moved into our house in San Diego, I'd been writing my Big Bang for the year--and that had been pre-series brotherfic set in National City (which is slightly north of Chula Vista and south of San Diego.) Word of advice: Don't try to write a Big Bang while you're moving. In the competition for your time and attention, THE MOVING IS GOING TO WIN. /O\
But the point is, teenage Winchesters inaugurated that house for me, and this concert bid me adieu; in less than a month we'd be moving out of it and I'd be living San Diego for Michigan.
So naturally, when Mumford & Sons started playing "The Boxer" my mind leapt to Sam FUCKING Winchester and 8x23 and S8 in general, and Sam's whole life in general, and Sam's life into the future--which at the time was slightly tenuous!
If I chose a song to represent Sam to me, it'd be this one. It's also my personal favorite Simon & Garfunkel song of all time. But if I'm going to share its space in my heart with someone, I'm happy that it's with Sam. <3
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I 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 stations running scared
Laying low seeking out the poor quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know
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
Then I'm laying down my winter clothes
And wishing I was home 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 reminder 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
by green-circles@tumblr
Track 01: Tiger Took My Family by Dr. Bombay (YED)
Track 02: Today is Gonna Be a Great Day by Bowling For Soup (3x11)
Track 03: I Was Born to Touch Your Feelings by Scorpions (Dean/Cas)
Track 04: You're the One That I Want from Grease (Sam/Ruby)
Track 05: Everywhere by Michelle Branch (Sam/Dean)
Track 06: I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie (S8)
Track 07: Counting Stars by One Republic (Dean)
WORST SPN FANMIX EVER
Track 08: "The Boxer" by Simon & Garfunkel (and in this case, Mumford & Sons)
The Best of Simon & Garfunkel is the first album I ever personally owned; so S&G are very special to me. And I have a sort-of rule for not attaching them and subsuming them under fandom, because they "deserve" to be an entity unto themselves in my heart. (Oh, don't look at me like that. XP) But I'd always connected "The Boxer" to "ran away to Flagstaff" and Stanford!era Sam, anyway.
About a month after the S8 finale, my housemates and I went to a Mumford & Sons concert down in Chula Vista, which for geography's sake is about 10 minutes from the US-Mexico border. Several years beore, when we were moved into our house in San Diego, I'd been writing my Big Bang for the year--and that had been pre-series brotherfic set in National City (which is slightly north of Chula Vista and south of San Diego.) Word of advice: Don't try to write a Big Bang while you're moving. In the competition for your time and attention, THE MOVING IS GOING TO WIN. /O\
But the point is, teenage Winchesters inaugurated that house for me, and this concert bid me adieu; in less than a month we'd be moving out of it and I'd be living San Diego for Michigan.
So naturally, when Mumford & Sons started playing "The Boxer" my mind leapt to Sam FUCKING Winchester and 8x23 and S8 in general, and Sam's whole life in general, and Sam's life into the future--which at the time was slightly tenuous!
If I chose a song to represent Sam to me, it'd be this one. It's also my personal favorite Simon & Garfunkel song of all time. But if I'm going to share its space in my heart with someone, I'm happy that it's with Sam. <3
Click to viewI am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I 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 stations running scared
Laying low seeking out the poor quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know
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
Then I'm laying down my winter clothes
And wishing I was home 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 reminder 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
by green-circles@tumblr