oh look, another BoB vid.
This one took a while to complete, mostly because I forbade myself to work on it in the last few weeks of trying to finish the BigBang. Anyway. Look, have a vid.
The Boxer
edited by kaydee falls
fandom: Band of Brothers
characters: Winters + Guarnere, Roe, Malarkey, Blithe (and others)
music: "The Boxer" by Simon & Garfunkel
summary: in the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
watch: embed + lyrics below the cut, or on Vimeo
download: here (.mov, 64 MB)
disclaimer: not mine, no profit, don't sue.
The Boxer (BoB fanvid) from kaydee falls on Vimeo.
LYRICS:
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have 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 station running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer 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 out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me
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
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
The Boxer
edited by kaydee falls
fandom: Band of Brothers
characters: Winters + Guarnere, Roe, Malarkey, Blithe (and others)
music: "The Boxer" by Simon & Garfunkel
summary: in the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
watch: embed + lyrics below the cut, or on Vimeo
download: here (.mov, 64 MB)
disclaimer: not mine, no profit, don't sue.
The Boxer (BoB fanvid) from kaydee falls on Vimeo.
LYRICS:
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have 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 station running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer 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 out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me
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
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains