"One Week In April"

I wrote this song in the day the following John Prine's death. We had just settled into the realities of our current pandemic situation, the loss of jobs, the death of Bill Withers, and then the great John Prine due to complications from Covid-19. Two of my songwriting heros gone in span of 8? days and life as I knew it no longer the same....I plan on including this song on the upcoming album tentatively titled "The Love We Were Born"; due August of 2020.

Lyrics:

I’m feeling claustrophobic as I’m sure you are too. Been stuck in this apartment trying to invent things to do.

So I sleep through the morning and wake up half past noon. I’ve lived through many a thing but nothing quite like this flu.

I know we’re all in this together; separately apart. But life is still wondrous when you open up your heart.

And pancakes for dinner. And making love for lunch. Things could be a whole lot worse like a day without your touch.

Ain’t no sunshine since you’ve gone to Paradise with John. A bizarre week it’s been, I hope we never meet again.

Baby I’m glad you recovered. I’m not angry or making blame. I know we’ll love one another in another time and another place

For the mailman always delivers like the sun shines above. I know we’ll love again for in this process I trust.

So don’t be hard on yourself. I know you’re not to blame. We’ll meet again soon, on that higher plane.

©2020 Pholk Souljah Music/ASCAP words and music by Adam Lopez

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