Crickets.

"Crickets" from the Creekwood Crow CD written & performed by the Pea Pickin' Hearts, © 2014.


words & music by: Rachel Gibson & Jon Ives, © 2014
acoustic guitar: Epiphone EJ-200CE Super Jumbo played by Jon Ives
produced by: Jon Ives
recorded at: jives mobile studio (Boone, NC)

The story:  Crickets is the classic lament of every musician who has played a sports bar with absolutely no one paying attention to anything but the big screen.

LYRICS:

There’s no cover charge to get in this bar
It’s Ladies night
We’re sittin’ here, singin’ true love dear
While you need a light
Never gonna be a star or get very far
Not a soul in sight

Crickets are a chirpin’ , while my song is lurchin’
To a screamin’ stop while the bartender pops another beer
Crickets are a chirpin’ while my eyes are searchin’
For a single sign of any kind is anybody here?

The game is on TV, peanuts are free
That explains it all
Can’t expect you to clap with a girl in your lap
She’s quite a doll
Put down your beer. Lend me an ear.
Not quite last call

Crickets are a chirpin’ , while my song is lurchin’
To a screamin’ stop while the bartender pops another beer
Crickets are a chirpin’ while my eyes are searchin’
For a single sign of any kind is anybody here?

The game’s in over-time, playin’ on our dime
What is the score?
Even I’m gettin’ bored. No one’s look-ing toward
The stage anymore
We could play anything. Doesn’t matter what I sing
Head for the door

It’s only set one are we having fun?
Why play set two? What else can we do?
Shall we play the third? Maybe just “Freebird”?
Head for the door

Crickets are a chirpin’ while my eyes are searchin’
For a single sign of any kind is anybody here?