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emotions

lie-la-lie

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Paul Simon wrote the ‘lie la lie’ line as a placeholder, because he didn’t have words at the time for that part of the song. Destiny?!? It’s the part we all remember, no?

Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-la-lie

The Boxer. We all know the words. Thank you, Paul Simon, we all know that part. Lie la lie. Over and over. When we get to that part, we all know what it means. It’s like that part of Prince and Purple Rain, when there aren’t any real words and he’s just moaning, oou-oou-oou-oou, still we get what Prince is saying. Maybe it’s the way we remember Prince, the way we hold onto his soul, and that incredible, signature (wonderfully grimacing) guitarwork.

In The Boxer, we all get it. We know what it means. It’s for the boxer in all of us, in each and every one of us. It’s for the boxer who remains after we’re worn down to nothin’. When we’re beaten down to nothin’ and somehow holding on.

Sing:  Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-la-lie

What’s missing? What’s missing for me? A cold, aged, winter feeling. Even on a warm June evening, it’s the feeling of a cold, dark, bitter winter night. A cold, dark, bitter winter night, and repeating melodic syllables running roughshod over the wordy thoughts in my head. And on and on and on. And some beautiful fingerpickin’ guitar strums to lead me and soothe me, lie, la lie.

We’ve all been there when we’re trying and we’re trying, and we carry the reminders, don’t we?

Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-la-lie
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The Boxer (1969), written by Paul Simon, recorded by Simon & Garfunkel.

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reflections

Prince

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It would be remiss to remember his words without remembering his image. Pearl buttons, ruffled collar, and head-to-toe fair weather clouds. An impish grin, big brown eyes, and a medley of style and spirit, working like a magnet to draw you in.

Ready?

One,
Two,
One, two, three, four.
Yeah.
Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before.
That’s when I saw her, ooh, I saw her.
She walked in through the out door, out door.
She wore a raspberry beret.
The kind you find at a second hand store.

A video popped up for me the other day. It was an event honoring George Harrison. Prince and Tom Petty were among many musicians performing George’s song, While My Guitar Gently Weeps. What a great performance by Prince.

Prince…Tom Petty…George Harrison…John Prine…John Lennon…Janis Jopin…they weren’t all there, of course, but such great talents gone too soon.

Some of this is a re-post, more or less. You can’t help but remember Prince this time of year. [ Prince, June 7, 1958 – April 21, 2016.]

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Image and lyrics from Raspberry Beret by Prince & The Revolution (1985).

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life, music, prince

in through the out door

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First, you want to picture him. One-of-a-kind in that blue sky / white cloud suit, his impish grin, and those big brown eyes, drawing you in….

Okay? Ready?

One,
Two,
One, two, three, four.

I was working part time in a five-and-dime.
My boss was Mr. McGee.
Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before.
That’s when I saw her, ooh, I saw her.
She walked in through the out door, out door.

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[lyrics from Prince’s Raspberry Beret]

[This is a re-post. Prince passed away five years ago, a genius lost much too soon.]