Bleeker Street

Ok, so I lied and there is one song I am looking at that is Kathyless, but I'm still wondering about the "shadows." When I listen to this song, it reminds me of all of these photographs and paintings I have studied in my art classes of bustling streets in Paris, London, New York. I don't actually know where Bleeker Street is (I'm guessing Greenwich)but it doesn't seem to matter. This is just a slice of life - a beautiful moment caught.

Fog's rolling in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Fills the alley where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep	Pure poetry. Imagery of fog blanketing the street and changing it. Sung in almost a sleepy lullaby tone of voice.
Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleeker Street	This reminds me so much of The Dangling Conversation where he is trying to figure what went wrong (trying to understand) and then the shadows of people trying to touch eachother.
A poet reads his crooked rhyme Holy, holy is his sacrement Thirty dollars pays your rent On Bleeker Street	Even if it is not meant to be, this seems very self-portraitish... he's kind of on the outside, trying to get by and seeing how meaningful he is despite trying to get by.
I heard a church bell softly chime In a melody sustainin' It's a long road to Caanan On Bleeker Street Bleeker Street	If I knew what Caanan was then maybe I'd have a clue to what this means... but as of now, I just see the rythm and drive of the street falling in synch. He's somewhere he belongs.

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