Cole Mitchell: Jukebox

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1983 was a very bad year. Not really different than most of the years previous. Then in December, my father died and this changed everything and i mean everything. I've tried many times to write a song that would relate the way I felt about him, but it never came. So I wrote 'Learning to Play', which is how I dealt with that situation. "Dry those tears it was cathartic!"

Learning to Play
I’m staring out the window as the sand blows around
In space number one here at the Barcelona courts
It’s spring time here at the end of the road
And if I’d just come down it would cut me to the core
These tortilla flats on the out skirts of town are the south valleys dismal display
It’s been a long dead winter they’ve been dropping like flies my old guard has passed away
I came into this city a blue eyed boy
I was dry behind the ears and I thought I knew my way around
Now I’m stuck here in this mean old town and I’ve had to learn how to play
I set my boots aside for some low quartered shoes I kept my saddle around just in case I need its use
I sent the kids with my wife back to her mother’s seemed like the only thing to do
It’s been six months now sense the old man came to town
And he had taken me to lunch like he always did it was our birthday
He had bled all his life for each one of us
And three weeks later he bled inside until he died on that December day
I’ve got every crutch any cripple would need at the end of the phone or some dark alleyway
Insidious pleasures to masquerade my pain and that’s how I learned how to play