Lyrics, “Bronx Flyweight”

The original lineation of the lyrics to the Hounds song, “Bronx Flyweight.”

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Bronx Flyweight

He held still in the bulbs of light
as the shutters clattered and saw.
When he could no longer hold himself still,
a shadow did for him with its claws.

Finding your form is not a form
of discipline—
finding your form is a page torn
from history.

What do you want from me?
What do you want from me, now?
Can you feel the apathy—
how a fighter who's fought stays down?

When the coaches said by any means,
it was an odd way to talk of a human career.
Maybe, he thought, there was only one means
to bring the forms locked in history near.

Finding your form is not a form
of discipline—
finding your form is a page torn
from history.

What do you want from me?
What do you want from me, now?
Can you feel the apathy—
how a fighter who's fought stays down?

Above his head, ads roiled in the wake
of single-engine planes.
And in those engines,
and the nets their letters hung from,
there was form and discipline.

An engine of speech in a net in the sky.

A Bronx flyweight in swag,
just starting to wonder why.

A man who suddenly wanted
his good side in the dark,
standing still at the end of a shuttered light
that was suddenly stopped and stark.

Finding your form is not a form
of discipline—
finding your form is a page torn
from history.

What do you want from me?
What do you want from me, now?
Can you feel the apathy—
how a fighter who's fought stays down?

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