Still Life

While standing naked at the window watching the night
The thunder crashing all the lightening and the rain
I wondered if I could or even if I should
Attempt to see you or be with you ever again

Your smile is painted on a thousand faces

Still lying in my mouth still blowing through my hair
My legs are strong but they won't carry me away
Keep hiding sheets of lead what's that the things you said
While eyes are heavy they won't promise me to sleep

Your smile is painted on a thousand places
What of me now as I fade still life goes by

Cold sweat you haunt my skin
Your fingers echoing your name is written here in blood of life of sin?
Still burning on my bed your light goes out I'm dead
Who says the heads the law has nothing left to break

Your smile is painted on a thousand dreams I can't forget

What of me now as I fade still life goes by
What of me now here I stay and still life goes by
 

Still Life. (1st verse lyrics written by JJ Burnel.) When I was travelling in South America, I stayed on a jungle island with some Guyanese/Indian girls and their mother in their hut. One of the girls was very academic, but just ended up catching fish in an old can everyday, to feed the family - and my friend and I - and cooking, sleeping, working and praying. My travelling companion eventually offered to marry her and take her home. Instantly her mother turned into a happy, smiling, grateful mother (these people fed us on fish and roti (roti is a type of Asian Indian bread, kinda bland. I first experienced it in Trinidad, w/a big Indian population. It's mainly used in place of flatware. Thanks to Paul Pappas for that! C.i.B.), and went without. Their generosity was like nothing I've ever known). However, we never got back to the island. I felt so totally helpless, and told my friend he should have made NO promises and, indeed, should - and could - have made the time and effort to return for her.