Bleeker Street
Simon & Garfunkel Lyrics


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Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides 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 heard a church bell softly chime
In a melody sustainin'
It's a long road to Canaan




On Bleeker Street
Bleeker Street

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Simon & Garfunkel's classic Bleeker Street paints a vivid picture of a desolate and somber place. The fog rolling in off the East River bank is described as a shroud, wearing over the place like a cloak. It fills the alleys where homeless men sleep, hiding the shepherd from the sheep. This metaphorical language seems to suggest that there is a duality in the characters that inhabit this space, and draws a line between those who tend to and care for others and those who are left to fend for themselves.


The next few lines explore the idea of people trying to find their place within this bleak environment, with the sad cafe serving as a metaphor for a place where people find solace and connection through their shared sorrow. The line "smiling faces try to understand" is particularly poignant, as it suggests a shared sense of empathy and a desire to connect despite the difficulties of life.


The last few stanzas again depict the duality of this world, with a poet reading his crooked rhyme and a church bell softly chiming. Both represent hope and faith, but the fact that they coexist in this harsh reality is telling. The repetition of "On Bleeker Street" at the end of each stanza reinforces the idea that this place is the central focus of the song, and perhaps by extension, the people who inhabit it.


Overall, the lyrics of Bleeker Street paint a powerful and evocative picture of a world that is simultaneously full of despair and hope, where people try to find their place despite their struggles.


Line by Line Meaning

Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
The fog slowly crawls into Bleeker Street from the East River, covering the neighborhood like a blanket.


Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street
The fog completely envelops Bleeker Street like a burial shroud.


Fills the alleys where men sleep
The fog seeps into the dark alleyways where homeless men sleep.


Hides the shepherd from the sheep
The fog obscures everything and everyone, making it impossible to distinguish leaders from followers.


Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Grieving voices can be heard coming from a melancholy cafe.


Smiling faces try to understand
Despite their sadness, people in the cafe try to make sense of their pain.


I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand
A vague, unclear figure appears to touch another one.


On Bleeker Street
All of this is happening on this street in particular.


A poet reads his crooked rhyme
A poet recites his unconventional poetry.


Holy, holy is his sacrament
The poet's art is sacred and profound to him.


Thirty dollars pays your rent
Living costs are low enough that $30 is enough to rent a place.


On Bleeker Street
A reminder that this is all happening on this street in particular.


I heard a church bell softly chime
The distant sound of a church bell reaches the listeners' ears.


In a melody sustainin'
The church bell's song lingers in the air.


It's a long road to Canaan
The journey to a better place is not an easy one.


On Bleeker Street
The struggle and journey is happening right here in this part of town.




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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@dunhillmax8134

Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank

Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street

Fills the alleys where men sleep

Hides 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 Bleecker Street



A poet reads his crooked rhyme

Holy, holy is his sacrament

Thirty dollars pays your rent

On Bleecker Street



I heard a church bell softly chime

In a melody sustaining

It's a long road to Canaan

On Bleecker Street









Le brouillard roule au large de la rive de l'East River

Comme un linceul, il recouvre la rue Bleecker

Remplit les ruelles où dorment les hommes

Cache le berger des brebis



Des voix s'échappant d'un café triste

Les visages souriants essaient de comprendre

J'ai vu une ombre toucher la main d'une ombre

Sur la rue Bleecker



Un poète lit sa rime tordue

Saint, saint est son sacrement

Trente dollars paie votre loyer

Sur la rue Bleecker



J'ai entendu une cloche d'église sonner doucement

Dans une mélodie soutenant

C'est un long chemin vers Canaan

Sur la rue Bleecker



@SvZ26

Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank
Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides 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 Caanan
On Bleeker Street



All comments from YouTube:

@markrotar9955

Somehow mad men has the perfect song to end every episode

@lakshyaanand6509

Mark Rotar ikr. John hamm plus the direction. That show’s gold.

@williamthompson5190

The cinematography too. How they allow the audience a peek into the character's feelings by a camera shot.

@Maria-wm9qp

Yes, yes, yes!!

@collnss

I’m watching Mad Men for the first time. This year of Corona

@williamthompson5190

@@collnss All shows in comparison are garbage.

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@Jules-916

This song is so timeless that the only thing that ages it is "thirty dollars pays your rent."

@neilwalker6955

Unless it's thirty dollars a day!

@PaulLevinson

@@neilwalker6955 well said!

@henrikpersson4698

hah esp on lower east side

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