Legends and Bones — Madrugada, Sivert Høyem and My Midnight Creeps lyrics

Lyrics for Sivert Høyem’s “Prisoner of the Road” added.

City Blues Written by Sivert Høyem

And the night comes on
And the heat dies down
And the city sprays beams of light into space
Looking very much like a giant, glowing pineapple

I throw open the window
Unknown birds on rooftops
And rooftops set against the radiant sky

So this is where people live
People live, breathe and die in this place
Keep their own little pills
In their little holes
Little holes of enormous appetite

Shouting at passers by from windows high above the street
Threatening to take a step of hot blood against the setting sun
Until they are finally brought to sleep and we can rest

You alone carry the weight of your body

And the night comes on
And the heat dies down

I am alone
I have a key for a hotel room
And I used to have a home
I just arrived from someplace else
And upon arrival I saw from inside of the aluminum fish

The city lay silent
And glowing with a veil of chemicals
Reaching the very face of the moon
I was glad I didn't live down there
And sad that I had to keep coming back

I walk up streets and down streets
And I go to all the familiar places
No I do not recognize anybody
I search the bars for little salty portions of friendship
But they are all long gone

You alone carry the weight of your body

So I start walking
It is a painful walk
I try walking in front of people
I try walking the proud walk of the ancient poet
I alone went out to meet the sea
And the wave was breaking right there
Right there at my chest of fine marble
But this is only partly making sense
I am pursued by the snake of solitude
By the time I head on back for the hotel

You alone carry the weight of your body

The words enter my mind a third time
As I lock the door behind me
Feeling that I had come in from the rain

I am lucky to have this room
I am lucky to ... of dawn
I will undress
And I will pack my bags before I go to sleep

You alone carry the weight of your body

There are colorful lights at the very fresh ... of sleep
Now this thing has an imagination of its own

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