Fog's rolling in off the East River bank

[Modem Butterfly]

Like a cloud it covers Bleeker street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides the shepard from the sheep
On Bleeker street

Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling faces try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
On Bleeker street

A poet reads his crooked rhyme
Holy, holy is his sacrament
Thirty dollars pays your rent
On Bleeker street

I heard a church bell softy chime
In a melody sustainin'
It's a long road to Canaan
On Bleeker street

[qwertyMike]

1. Cold here - wish we had fog

[BurtWorm]

2. I wish thirty dollars paid my rent!

;)

[Modem Butterfly]

3. Especially in New York!

On my first trip to New York, I told Will I really wanted to see Bleeker Street and the Village. I was surprised by what I saw.

[Adelante]

4. Very nice imagery

"I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand"


If you don't mind a small correction, and if you're not intending poetic license, the street is spelled "Bleecker" and the river is more likely the Hudson. :hi:

[Modem Butterfly]

6. You'll have to take it up with Paul Simon

:)

http://paul.simon.org/lyrics/chords/bleeker.html

[Adelante]

21. Ha!

I thought it was familiar and I was alive then!

[ET Awful]

5. Time it was, and what a time it was, it was

A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories; They're all that's left you

[Modem Butterfly]

7. Can you imagine us years from today?

Sharing a park bench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy

[ET Awful]

8. Seasons change with the scenery

Weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips
While looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
I look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

[Modem Butterfly]

9. Slow down!

You move too fast
Got to make the morning last just
Kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feeling groovy!

[ET Awful]

11. I'm sittin' in the railway station

Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
On a tour of one night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
For a poet and a one-man band

[Modem Butterfly]

12. That one freaks me out a little

Because of the line:

"Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me,"

Um... what?

Where is she lying so silently?

In a pool of her own blood?

[ET Awful]

13. As in it's late at night and he's finally returning home and she's

cried herself to sleep yet again because of his absence. Silent because despite his frequent and lengthy absenses she doesn't complain or criticize.

[Modem Butterfly]

16. Or maybe she's so quiet because he strangled her before he left...

...I think I've finally read too many horror novels

[ET Awful]

17. Sorry, but Paul Simon did NOT kill his lady :) n/t

[Modem Butterfly]

18. No, Art did it

She had better hair than him.

Anyway, it's just one of Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover

[ET Awful]

20. LOL

:evilgrin:

[Modem Butterfly]

14. In the clearing stands a boxer

And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminder
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him 'til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
Mmmmmm

[ET Awful]

15. Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together

I've got some real estate here in my bag"
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And walked off to look for America

"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've come to look for America

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera"

"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
"I'm empty and aching and I don't know why"
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America
All come to look for America

[Modem Butterfly]

19. Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia

Up in my bedroom
I get up to wash my face
When I come back to bed
Someone's taken my place

Cecilia! You're breaking my heart
You're shaking my confidence baby!
Whoa Cecilia! I'm down on my knees
I'm begging you please to come home!

[Freebird12004]

10. and my memories are mostly 'wonderful'

cause - I forgot the bad ones