Testo City Blues - Madrugada
Testo della canzone City Blues (Madrugada), tratta dall'album The Nightly Disease (Deluxe Edition) [Remastered]
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 a radiant sky
So this is where people live
People live, breathe and die in this place
People roll little pills as the river
Rolls little homes of enormous appetite
Shouting at passersby from windows high above the street
Threatening to take a step of hot blood against the setting sun
Until they are finally drugged to sleep and we can rest
You alone carry the weight of your body
And the night comes on and the heat dies down
As I run from my ranch
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
Silent and glowing with a veil of chemicals
Bleaching 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 friendships
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 for the 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
Which is only partly making sense
I am pursued by the snake of solitude
By the time I head on back for hotel
You alone carry the weight of your body
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 have come in from the rain
I am lucky to have this room
I am lucky to be leaving on the fish 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 eyes at the very threshold of sleep
Now this thing has an imagination of its own
Credits
Writer(s): Sivert Hoyem, Frode Jacobsen, Robert Buraas, Jon Lauvland Pettersen
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