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Bloomfield Avenue
Catch 22 Lyrics


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She falls fast asleep,
In her Glassboro apartment,
Dreaming of what she wants to be.
So she just organizes photographs
She's taken in this year that's past,
Loves nothing more, adores her memories.
Does she miss any kiss, that I placed upon her lips.
Does she have a photograph of me at all?
That day she walked away. I turned my head and didn't pay attention
"She" said California is my final fall.
Last time I saw her was the first time that I saw her cry.
She had a boyfriend and a tattoo of a butterfly.
Biology, photography ambition, was enough for her to leave me.
I swore I'd find on the other side. Bloomfield Ave.
I'm sick of pickin' through the dumpster. A meal.
I hold a gun but I can't feel it to my head,
Hum a song, say goodnight, it's all wrong. It's alright.
I close my eyes and take a bite, bite, bite.
Close my eyes and take a bite, bite, bite.
Close my eyes and take a bite.
Another thing I should've said, light another cigarette,
Another thing I left behind ashes to ashes we all fall down.
I'm homeless on the west, she's on the east.
I only wish that I could see her one more time.
To remind her that I love her and I shot him down.
Now she's in that crazy town again.
Hitchhike my way across the states.
I'm banging on the door.
She's passed out on the floor.
Sawed off shotgun by her side, no one heard her cry.
My tears roll down the wood of our old neighborhood.
I saw her through the window but
I didn't have the strength to knock it down. Down. Down.
Didn't have the strength to knock it down. Down. Down.
Didn't have the strength to knock it down.
Another thing I should've said, light another cigarette,
Another thing I left behind ashes to ashes we all fall down

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Catch 22's song Bloomfield Avenue tell the story of a man who is struggling with his feelings for a woman who has moved on from their relationship. The woman, who lives in Glassboro, falls asleep dreaming of her ambitions and spends her time organizing photographs from the past year. The man wonders if she remembers any of their moments together and if she still has a photograph of him at all. He remembers the day she left for California, and the last time he saw her cry was when she had a boyfriend and a tattoo of a butterfly. She left him because her interests in biology and photography led her to pursue her ambitions.


The song then shifts to the man's struggles with homelessness and his emotional state. He holds a gun to his head, but he cannot feel it. He sings to himself and takes a bite of food, trying to make some sense of his life. The lyrics are full of regret and missed opportunities. The man wishes he could see the woman again, to remind her that he loves her, but he knows that he shot her boyfriend down. He hitchhikes his way across the states to try to find her, but he arrives too late. He sees her through the window but cannot bring himself to knock it down to reach her. The song ends with the man regretting the things he should have said and left behind, and the metaphorical reminder that "ashes to ashes we all fall down."


Overall, the lyrics of Bloomfield Avenue are a poignant reflection on lost love, missed opportunities, and the consequences of our actions. The song paints a vivid picture of a man who is struggling to find his place in the world and his feelings for a woman who has already moved on.


Line by Line Meaning

She falls fast asleep,
She goes to sleep quickly


In her Glassboro apartment,
In the apartment in Glassboro that she lives in


Dreaming of what she wants to be.
Having dreams about her future aspirations


So she just organizes photographs
She spends her time organizing pictures


She's taken in this year that's past,
Pictures she's taken throughout the past year


Loves nothing more, adores her memories.
Finds joy only in her fond memories


Does she miss any kiss, that I placed upon her lips.
Is she thinking about any of the kisses they've shared?


Does she have a photograph of me at all?
Wondering if she has any pictures of him


That day she walked away.
The day she left him.


I turned my head and didn't pay attention
He wasn't fully aware of her leaving


"She" said California is my final fall.
She mentioned that California would be her last stop.


Last time I saw her was the first time that I saw her cry.
The last time he saw her cry was also their first encounter


She had a boyfriend and a tattoo of a butterfly.
She was involved with someone else and had a butterfly tattoo


Biology, photography ambition, was enough for her to leave me.
Her passion for science and photography were reasons for leaving him.


I swore I'd find on the other side. Bloomfield Ave.
He made a promise to find something on Bloomfield Ave.


I'm sick of pickin' through the dumpster. A meal.
He's tired of searching for food in the garbage.


I hold a gun but I can't feel it to my head,
He's holding a gun, but doesn't feel like using it.


Hum a song, say goodnight, it's all wrong.
Trying to cheer himself up, but it doesn't feel right.


It's alright.
Even though things aren't great, it's okay.


I close my eyes and take a bite, bite, bite.
He eats, even though he's not hungry.


Close my eyes and take a bite, bite, bite.
He eats some more.


Close my eyes and take a bite.
Continuing to eat.


Another thing I should've said, light another cigarette,
Reminiscing about something he should have said and smoking another cigarette.


Another thing I left behind ashes to ashes we all fall down.
Thinking about something he left behind and the inevitability of death.


I'm homeless on the west, she's on the east.
He's homeless on the west coast, she's on the east coast.


I only wish that I could see her one more time.
Wishing for one more chance to see her.


To remind her that I love her and I shot him down.
Wants to confess his love for her and confess that he killed someone.


Now she's in that crazy town again.
She's in that chaotic place again.


Hitchhike my way across the states.
Traveling across states by hitchhiking.


I'm banging on the door.
Knocking on a door.


She's passed out on the floor.
She's unconscious on the ground.


Sawed off shotgun by her side, no one heard her cry.
There's a shotgun near her and no one heard her scream.


My tears roll down the wood of our old neighborhood.
Crying in the place where they used to live.


I saw her through the window but
He saw her through a window


I didn't have the strength to knock it down. Down. Down.
He doesn't have the strength to break the window.


Didn't have the strength to knock it down. Down. Down.
Still doesn't have the strength.


Didn't have the strength to knock it down.
He can't bring himself to break through the window.


Another thing I should've said, light another cigarette,
Once again thinking about something he should have said and smoking another cigarette.


Another thing I left behind ashes to ashes we all fall down.
Thinking about something he left behind and the inevitability of death.




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