My Heart Is The Bums on the Street
Marah Lyrics


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My heart is the bums on the street
With nothing to eat and their dirty hands cupped up
My heart is the squirrels in the park
Late Sunday evening dodging the raindrops
My heart is a barrel on fire
That blows burnin' ashes at a telephone wire
My heart is the avenue wind rattlin' street signs
With its delicate din…

What did I do to cause you to leave me?
Girl if you just knew what I'm goin' through
I lost my pride, my head hands in sorrow
Every inch of the city reminds me of you…

My heart is the schoolyard so empty
Vacant of smiles and void of all joy
My heart is the ghetto at midnight
Teeming with beats and reverberate fear
My heart is the newspaper blowin'
Down the street when it's snowin' and no ones around
My heart is a saxophone solo from a third story window
Just before dawn

What did I do to cause you to leave me?
Girl if you just knew what I'm goin' through
I lost my pride, my head hands in sorrow
Every inch of the city reminds me of you…

My heart is the smell of the sewer,
The taste of the lobster, the price of the wine
My heart is the rush of the traffic
The tug of the music, the scene of the crime
My heart is the crowd that keeps cheerin'
The trains by the river, the points that we score
My heart is this wondrous city




With its love and its life
And its one…slammin' door

Overall Meaning

The song "My Heart Is The Bums on the Street" by Marah is a poetic representation of the singer's heart as different elements of a city. The singer's heart is the bums on the street, who have nothing to eat and are desperately seeking help. It's also the squirrels in the park, trying to avoid the raindrops. The heart is compared to a barrel on fire, which burns with high intensity and lets out burning ashes at a telephone wire. It's the wind that rattles street signs on the avenue with its delicate noise.


The singer's heart continues to be compared to different elements of a city such as the empty schoolyard, the dangerous ghetto, the newspaper blowing down the street, and the saxophone solo played from a third-story window. All of these elements represent the pain and anguish that the singer is experiencing after being left by a lover. The city appears to be empty and void without them. Finally, the singer compares his heart to the wondrous city with its love, life, and its one slamming door, which is a metaphor for the heartbreak caused by the departure of his lover.


Line by Line Meaning

My heart is the bums on the street With nothing to eat and their dirty hands cupped up
My heart is like the homeless people on the streets, who go hungry and beg for food with their hands, reflecting how empty and disadvantaged I feel.


My heart is the squirrels in the park Late Sunday evening dodging the raindrops
My heart is like the squirrels, trying to dodge obstacles and unpredictable events, feeling a little playful, trying to avoid the harsh reality.


My heart is a barrel on fire That blows burnin' ashes at a telephone wire
My heart is like a burning barrel shedding ashes and smoke onto a telephone wire. Its fiery and overactive nature reflects my inner turbulent emotions.


My heart is the avenue wind rattlin' street signs With its delicate din…
My heart is like the windy avenue that makes its presence felt by rattling street signs, with the gentle sound indicative of the turbulence within me.


What did I do to cause you to leave me? Girl if you just knew what I'm goin' through I lost my pride, my head hands in sorrow Every inch of the city reminds me of you…
I am struggling with the pain of losing you and everything around me reminds me of you. I lament my mistakes and feel humiliated because of losing you.


My heart is the schoolyard so empty Vacant of smiles and void of all joy
My heart feels like the empty schoolyard, deserted by the smiles and joy that once filled it. I feel lonely and forlorn without you.


My heart is the ghetto at midnight Teeming with beats and reverberate fear
My heart feels like the ghetto at midnight where there's the thrill of life and the reverberating sound of fear accompany every movement, full of anticipation and unease.


My heart is the newspaper blowin' Down the street when it's snowin' and no ones around
My heart is like the newspaper flying down the road in the snow, in a scenario where nobody else is around. It's the idea of being lost, unnoticed, and insignificant.


My heart is a saxophone solo from a third story window Just before dawn
My heart is like the saxophone solo that plays from a window on the third floor, right before dawn. It's the idea of something intense, different and unforgettable that is happening in a quiet way.


My heart is the smell of the sewer, The taste of the lobster, the price of the wine
My heart is such that it can appreciate and find a familiar aspect in the smell of sewer, the taste of lobster, and the price of wine. It's because of my varied experiences, made possible because of you.


My heart is the rush of the traffic The tug of the music, the scene of the crime
My heart has the excitement of rush hour traffic, the emotional tug of music and the thrill of a criminal act. It's the idea that life is unpredictable and full of such moments, both good and bad.


My heart is the crowd that keeps cheerin' The trains by the river, the points that we score
My heart is the crowd that cheers for us, the trains that run by the river, the points that we get. It's an embodiment of the joy of small victories and the significance of community.


My heart is this wondrous city With its love and its life And its one…slammin' door
My heart is this wonderful city, full of love and life, but eventually, there is always a slam of a door. It's the idea of how life eventually has to come to a standstill, and we have to face it bravely.




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Written by: DAVID BIELANKO, SERGE BIELANKO

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