Way back when, we used to visit my uncle and this was one of the albums that he would regularly put on to show off about how good his expensive hi-fi system was. For me, this album evokes rainy Sunday afternoons and an air of almost unbearable sadness at the prospect of Monday morning and school.
The songs all feel mawkish and self pitying, and a lot of the lyrics make no sense when you stop to think about them. Ok, I can understand why you might prefer being a sparrow to being a snail but this is not a choice that’s likely to arise in the real world, is it? Also, how do you lay down like a bridge? Babies can’t drive! Nonsense nonsense nonsense!
The Boxer is good though, mainly for those booming drum crashes in the chorus. Objectively this is a classic album, but I’ve listened to it enough times in my life.
https://album.link/gb/i/324127933
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