While released as a pop/rock song (and played on top 40 radio), this is actually a folk song. According to my definition anyway. I consider a good folk song to be one that first of all tells a story, and second of all makes some kind of comment on society, be it political or sociological or whatever.
To me, this song not only tells a story but paints a vivid mental picture of the urban homeless. I turned to Flickr to help me share the internal images that this song gives me. Thanks to the Flickr members who agreed to share their work.
[by Gnownad]
[by ONEant]
[by Jacobite Boy]
6th Avenue Heartache - The Wallflowers
Sirens ring, shots ring out
A stranger cries, screams out loud
I had my world strapped against my back
I held my hands, never knew how to act
And the same black line that was drawn on you
Was drawn on me
And now it's drawn me in
6th Avenue heartache
Below me was a homeless man
Singin' songs I knew completely
On the steps alone, his guitar in hand
For fifty years, he stood where he stands
Now walkin' home on those streets
The river winds move my feet
Subway steam, like silhouettes in dreams
They stood by me, just like moonbeams
Look out the window, down upon that street
And gone like a midnight was that man
But I see his six strings laid against that wall
And all his things, they all look so small
I got my fingers crossed on a shooting star
Just like me, just moved on
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