( @axonsandsynapses mentioned that The Boxer was secretly a song about Clint Barton, so then of course I had to remake it to not-so-secretly be about Clint Barton.)
to the tune of Paul Simon’s The Boxer:
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 jest.
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
and disregards the rest.When my father left us orphans
I was no more than a boy.
Left in the homes of strangers,
my brother and I fighting back
and running scared.
Laying low,
stumbling in the carnies’ quarters
where the lost and wandering go,
learning all the secrets only they would know.Lie-la-lie…
With but my bow and wits about me,
I went looking for a job.
The work was dirty,
so much blood shed in the name of
power and greed.
Yet, as soon I’d see,
arrows shot for a man’s country
make the blood flow just as free.Lie-la-lie…
Now the years are rolling by me,
Filled with anger, fear and glee.
I am less dead than I once was,
and more dead than I’ll be,
but that’s not unusual.
No it isn’t strange.
After changes upon changes
we are more or less the same.
After changes we are more or less the same.Lie-la-lie…
Then I’m laying out my weapons
and wishing I was gone.
Going home,
where the New York City battles
aren’t bleeding me,
leading me, going home.In the clearing stands the archer
and a fighter by his trade.
And he carries the reminders
of every fight 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 archer still remains.Lie-la-lie…
paul simon
The Boy in the Ice – axonsandsynapses
I have long maintained that Paul Simon’s The Boy in the Bubble is a great song for Steve Rogers (MCU version) in the months following waking up in the 21st century. It’s not much of a leap at all to rewrite it to be explicitly about Cap. So, yeah, this adaptation kind of just happened…
The Boy in the Ice
(to be sung to Paul Simon’s “Boy in the Bubble”)It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On a city both familiar and new
There was a bright light
A shattering of car windows
The rumble of the spaceships
The screams and shock as shrapnel flewThese are the days of miracle and wonder
The other side of the fall
The way the cameras follow you in slow-mo
The way they look at us all
The way we look to the distant constellations
That’re shining through a hole torn in the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry, Soldier, don’t cry
Don’t cryIt was a cold wind
And it swept across the river
As the carriers rose from the earth
And a dead friend
Fallen from a high train
Now a killer not remembering
Who he was and what he’s worthThese are the days of miracle and wonder
The other side of the fall
The way the cameras follow you in slow-mo
The way they look at us all
The way we look to the distant constellations
That’re shining through a hole torn in the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry, Hero, don’t cry
Don’t cryIt’s an unexpected gut punch
It’s possibly a new start
It’s every generation that throws their heroes to the sharks
Medicine is magic and magic dang’rous art
Thinking of a mighty metal arm
And the man with a reactor in his heartAnd I believe
These are the days of laser-sighted rifles
And sights on the people everywhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of corporations
And furtive nations, and Soldier-These are the days of miracle and wonder
The other side of the fall
The way the cameras follow you in slow-mo
The way they look at us all, oh yeah
The way we look to the distant constellations
That’re shining through a hole torn in the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry, Captain, don’t cry
Don’t cry, don’t cry