Your Favourite Songs/Poems About Boxing

Well, I think Pantera's song "Mouth for War" was about James Toney, so that one.

 

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****** Zevon - 'Boom Boom Mancini'
Mark Knopfler - 'Song for Sonny Liston'

 

Hurricane by bob dylan

 

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Words To Live By; Cus D’Amato



When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest! if you must; but don’t you quit.

Life is ***** with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow;
You might succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit;
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit


http://myymind.wordpress.com/2009/02/23/words-to-live-bycus-damato/

 

It's not very well known,but I quite like a song called "Gonna Fly Now" by Bill Conti.
Had never read the D'Amato poem.Great post.

 

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the english version ain't that good

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only one i know, who the **** is he talking about?

 

A GLIMPSE OF BEAU JACK

Philadelphia, 1946.
Night. My father and I are walking home
along a pavement raked by swirling snowflakes
wherever the wind kicks up. Having just emerged
from under the beamed shadows of the El
we cross to the Arena, heading home
– to mashed potatoes, sisters, downcast eyes,
anger and sullen silence – past the wall
in which a door stands open and I see
in luminous blackness hundreds of black shapes,
heads and shoulders, the sides of faces silvered
in swirls of smoke, the embers of cigars
glowing an instant and then blacking out –
far off in the black depths the source of light,
the canvas square of ring circled by kliegs
and a slim brown man who has a bigger man
pinned on the ropes, digging blood-red gloves
methodically, like a man chopping wood,
into his ribs, the white skin splotching pink.
Could I have seen at that distance the rocking
and ripple of muscle under the bronze skin
or did I just imagine all of this?
It couldn’t have been much more than a second –
my father was a very impatient man –
but there it is, as radiant as just now.
My arm was jerked hard, I was dragged away
wondering desperately who the man was – then
there he was on a poster, fists cocked, poised,
smiling behind his gloves. I have forgotten
the name of his opponent but not his name.
I loved him, and I wanted what he had –
not the jeweled belt, the title, money, fame –
what could they mean to an eleven-year-old?
No, what I wanted was the pride and power,
prowness and speed and grace, and even more,
fearlessness in the face of bigger men.
And that most beautiful of names – Beau Jack.

 

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What a post.:good
I always expect a bit of fun in Shaun's threads,but this has been genuinely enlightening.
Hope there's plenty more of these to read by tomorrow.

 

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