Joe Piket and Friends

Joe Piket and Friends

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Payin' The Price For Spring

Written By: Joe Piket (ASCAP)

PAYIN’ THE PRICE FOR SPRING

My father was much older than the other Dads back then.
He’d learned much more and been to places where they’d never been.
And I was just a boy whose head was filled with notes and noise.
Through the din I listen now and strain to hear his voice…

Cause the child is the father and I watch my own son push
To break the bonds of childhood, and I wonder why the rush?
He’s sure that I’m irrelevant, and listening is a chore.
My father was intelligent; I’ve seen this show before.

He’s wrestling with his changes and the questions that they bring.
He’ll learn the answers later on, ‘cause that’s The Price For Spring.

All the lakes are frozen and the wind whips through our town.
The sun is non-existent, icy silence all around.
There’s a cold man with a shovel trying to keep his driveway clear.
I must be getting old, man; winter bites it more each year!

My daughter reads another book about her favorite sport.
It’s time for bed already; these days are too damn short.
She looks outside her window through a partly frozen screen
And scans the white and icy lawns for just a glimpse of green.

The morning sky is cruel and dark with storm clouds gathering.
And my daughter misses baseball; you know she’s learning The Price For Spring.

It was just another birthday but I thought it would mean more.
We ate our cake and sang the song, but when I closed the door
I found myself regretting several things I’ve never done
And wanting things that mattered less when I was twenty-one.

The mileposts are the same ones now, but seen through older eyes
There’s more appreciation, no desire to be surprised.
The parties are for children, for whom everything is new.
From now on I’ll sit back and watch, like my Daddy used to do.

He must have known I’d get it right; it’s that trial and error thing.
I’ll never know for certain though; I guess I’m paying The Price For Spring.

c. JOEPIKETMUSIC ASCAP

Summercrimes

Written By: Joe Piket (ASCAP)

SUMMERCRIMES


You turned away
And there was nothing more that anyone could say
What for?
You had your mind made up
The laughter had to stop
That day

You wanted more
Than just the sotto voce back alley boy d’jour
For sure
I was your private fool
I wasn’t always cool
What for?
You wanted more

So cold
Like you’d forgotten that you ever had a soul
So sad
Like you’d forgotten what we’d done
Pissed on all the fun
We’d had
Too bad

You moved away
Larger plights occupied your days
And nights
There was an older man
Who had a bigger plan
And then
One day
He turned away

There’s a hole in my heart and it hurts just like a toothache
Rain keeps pouring in, this has got to be a mistake
There’s a pounding in my head and there’s not a pill to make it go away
Like a drum that keeps on bangin’, keeps on sayin’ that you’re gone….

You turned to clay
You didn’t make a sound
You weren’t going to turn around
I hear your life’s been rough, it’s time for me to say “Enough!”
I’d sooner wake up dead
Than see you in my bed
Today
No way
Okay
I Turned Away

There’s a hole in my heart and it hurts just like a toothache
Rain keeps pouring in, this has got to be a mistake
There’s a pounding in my head and there’s not a pill to make it go away
Like a drum that keeps on bangin’, keeps on sayin’ that you’re gone….

c. JOEPIKETMUSIC (ASCAP)