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Songs for My Friends to Sing, Volume 3

by Adam Wilcox

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1.
Careful now you’ve crossed that line Your hands will never come clean Distance won’t carry the day Shut it down… it’s what they say She’s just so contagious You can’t escape her sphere She just laughs at what you say There’s no car, no getaway You never saw the window open You missed the first transmission You never know what you know till you know it It was all subtraction by addition You just have to suffer in silence Fever has to run its course Ice the pain, slow the breath Love seldom leads to death Was it you who left the door ajar? Do you even remember the mission? You never see that cliff till you’re flying In the updraft thermals of contrition… Pathogen… Pathogen… Pathogen… Pathogen She’s in your blood now can’t you see? You don’t even know if you want to be free Take two of these but don’t call me You’re cast off and your lost at sea You’re cast off and your lost at sea You’re cast off and your lost at sea
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I know you’ve been down below I know what I need to know I know what you’ve seen and heard I don’t need another word Don’t Don’t take it Don’t take it with you Don’t take it with you when you go Walked the hallway in the dark I know where you left your mark I can’t feel and I can’t tell It all fell in the wishing well Don’t Don’t take it Don’t take it with you Don’t take it with you when you go I know and I know you know Nothing remains when you go I lost you and lost my way Not for nothing’s what they say Don’t Don’t take it Don’t take it with you Don’t take it with you when you go
3.
Another morning looking down across our city Up on the ridge the view so clear Cold air fills my lungs without pity Ghosts begin to reappear I took the cards you had to give Made a choice when no good was to be seen There’s no blame, no, nothing to forgive You weren’t kind or particularly mean Looking for the hazel Colors of the mist The mist that takes my worries The fog that lifts my mind It’s not the fault of circumstance There no victim no coming recompense It’s a game of both skill and chance None of us can claim innocence Looking for the hazel colors of the mist The mist that takes my worries The fog that lifts my mind Color of, color of the sea Color in, color into, into me Another morning looking down across our city Up on the ridge the view so clear Cold air fills my lungs without pity Ghosts begin to reappear Ghosts begin to reappear Ghosts begin to reappear Ghosts begin to reappear

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released October 1, 2021

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Adam Wilcox Rochester, New York

Adam Wilcox is a poet and musician in Rochester, NY.

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