Song Length |
6:10 |
Genre |
Blues - Chicago |
Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
STILL LIFE
Anchored by impossibilities,
Blanket of him tossed away from me,
Spending time lost in my own rhyme.
I surrender, searching.
My grapes of wrath grow thick on the vine,
Weightless, floating, in and out of it.
Oh, another day goes by,
Another wasted life.
It?s not wasted,
No, it?s still life
Its still life.
All those wrinkly, red old chili peppers,
I paint them in a bowl
Oh, yeah.
All their secret spices,
Mmm what they hold, oh yeah.
If I could learn to listen
To the right voice,
Maybe I could know what all this means.
Maybe it means nothing at all.
Oh, I stumble, how I fall.
And nothing is anchored in time.
I surrender searching.
My head grows heavy on the wine,
Weightless floating,
In and out of it.
Oh, another day just flies by,
Another wasted life,
It?s not wasted.
No, it?s still life,
It?s still life.
All those pretty flowers,
I draw them in vase,
I do, I do.
All their perfect pinks, blues, purples, greens yellows,
Mmm what they hold.
If I could just learn to listen
To the right voice
Maybe I could know what all this means
Maybe it means nothing at all
Oh, those colored petals fall
Nothing is anchored in time
I surrender searching
In and out of it
Oh, another day goes by
Another day of my life
Can?t keep it all inside
No, no, not this time, this time
Oh, another day?yeah
Another day, yeah
It?s not wasted
No, it?s still life
It?s still life?now