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This song was selected because the lyrics immediately create visuals in my head.

You just can’t truly appreciate the art of poetry and lyrics without this writer. His musical and poetic talents are second to only a few and forever changed the way we view music.

Fog’s rollin’ in off the East River bank
Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Lies the shepherd from the sheep

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 head a church bell softly chime
In a melody sustainin’
It’s a long road to Cainan
On Bleeker Street

Bleeker Street – Simon and Garfunkel