Every day is a fight and you are Rocky
Put on your boxing gloves, your weapons
Feel your the crack of your weary knees
Get up off the sweat-soaked mat
When the punch comes, lean into it
Your bruised shoulder will take the blow
When your head can’t anymore
Spots of blood dotting your vision
The bell rings, the crowd cheers
Howling for your blood
Don’t give them the satisfaction
They want you to fall and stay there
Every fight ends with a loser
In life we all lose someday
So get up and shout
“Is that all you got?”
Brace for the next hit
Because it’s coming
This song creates the feeling of a fading boxer at the end of his career. Ben Folds actually wrote it as a dialogue between Muhammed Ali and Howard Cosell. Although I will never be a fighter, I think we can all feel like we’re going down and that we have nothing left. What resonates with this song the most for me is that in the end, it always fills me with hope. The piano thunders back in at the end and the music come to a resolution.
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