#37: Sundays

From the Small Town Treason EP, The Pearl. This song is about innocence, love, patience, kindness, struggle, our life in Toronto, death and coping. The inspiration for this story comes from a beautiful girl named Virginia and a short book by John Steinbeck called 'the Pearl'. This was a strange song for me to write because it was already fully created in my head before I wrote it and it took me 2 months to actually turn it into a song. So writing this one was a long inexorable process but in the end the song was chiseled into what it is now. 

A little girl her name was Juana, in 1950's California, spent Sundays with her grandmother in the hospital. Her Grandma was there cause she was so sick with terminal cancer in her stomach and treatments were slowly draining her life away, so Juana would come on Sundays and stay for the day. Juana liked the song of the life she led but the hospital sang a requiem for the dead, she thought some colour might give these people hope. So Juana took her make-up and started to create bright happy smiles on every dying person's face; smiles from ear to ear and healthy rosy cheeks; she gave them back the lives they had lost to the colour of defeat. The bright bright blue on their eyelids, the rich red tone of their cheeks, the happy smears on their faces, my blood flows like a river to the sea. My heart will beat for free. Juana's father Kino got off work at 4, he came after his shift on the factory floor, he looked around with a smile spread across his face. He couldn't see the smiles of the dying men, he couldn't see the make-up but then again he was a family man with other things on his mind, like making lots of money so his kids wouldn't be left behind. Juana's mother was finished work at 6. She came to visit Kino's mother who was sick. But Kino had just left to take Juana home so she sat in the hospital room all alone. She looked up and there wasn't a sound, she was sitting in a room filled of dying clowns. She told her husband that 'greed would end in lies'. Without love we seem to smile while our souls slowly die.