PaperPixel – That Frame Don't Get Painted (Official Music Video)

A father measured his son on a kitchen doorframe every Thanksgiving. Years later, the newest line went down instead of up. “That Frame Don't Get Painted” is an original Americana story-song by PaperPixel about watching a father grow older—and the family memories a home keeps for us. ▶ Watch “My Father's Old Radio”:    • A Song for Anyone Who Misses Their Dad   ▶ Explore more PaperPixel story-songs:    / @paperpixelmusic   ▶ Subscribe:    / @paperpixelmusic   Lyrics and creative direction: Andrés / PaperPixel Music, vocal performance and visuals created with AI tools under human direction, selection and editing. Altered or synthetic content is disclosed on YouTube. LYRICS Daddy measured me growin' up Now I'm measurin' him growin' down Every year, come Thanksgivin', he'd stand me up against the door “Heels down, boy, no tiptoes,” same old growl as the year before The family Bible on my head, that carpenter's pencil from his belt One line, my name, the date, and Lord, how still that kitchen felt We painted that house twice over, from the porch rail to the eaves Every room got two fresh coats, white as Momma pleased But “that frame don't get painted,” and nobody asked him why 'Cause line by line up that bare wood climbed his whole life and mine Now we keep count of everything, steps and likes and dollars spent But the years slip through that doorway with no line to show they went Daddy measured me growin' up, now I'm measurin' him growin' down He built me up inch by inch with them old carpenter's hands Now time undoes him, soft and slow, like only time can Daddy measured me growin' up, now I'm measurin' him growin' down Lord, that old kitchen door Now it's my boy holds the pencil: “Heels down, Grandpa, no cheatin'” And the old man grins and rises up on tiptoes he never could stand But this year's line comes in one inch below the last, and nobody says a word He just winks up at the tallest one: “That one there's still your old man” He don't know I do it, but after he's gone up to bed I run my thumb up that old doorframe, readin' every line he left Bottom to top, his whole life and mine, wrote in carpenter's lead And I pray the wood remembers whatever he forgets Daddy measured me growin' up, now I'm measurin' him growin' down I'd trade ten thousand steps a day for one more line, that's all Twenty little lines climbin', I was gainin' on my dad And three little lines droppin'—Lord, don't take him back Stay up there, Daddy, stay up there Go on and paint this whole house over, roof to porch, I don't mind But that frame— That frame don't get painted #AmericanaMusic #OriginalSong #SongsAboutDad