Brand New Widow

by Putnam Murdock

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Brand New Widow was recorded live to 24 track analog tape at Dreamland Studios in upstate New York. David Cieri, Jordan Scannella, Jay Frederick, Bryan Pugh and I had seven days to finish writing, record and mix this album. In the confines of an old church, we created a space that seemed to match our moods and the environment of West Hurley, NY in late July. The recording is dusty and patient. It creeps along with substance and weight and asks the listener to be a part of the experience. So listen and listen loudly.

credits

released 01 October 2011
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David Cieri - keyboards
Jay Frederick - drums
Jordan Scannella - bass
Kara Suzanne - voice
Putnam Murdock - guitar and voice

Bruce Bell - art director

Recorded by Bryan Pugh at Dreamland Recording in West Hurley, NY. Assisted by Adam Armstrong. Mixed by Bryan Pugh at Dreamland Recording on July 29, 2010. Mastered by Justin Shturtz at Sterling Sound, New York, NY

All songs performed live in the studio from July 23 to July 28, 2010.

Tracks 1, 2, 3, 8, 9 written by Putnam Murdock (BMI/Studio Apt Music) and Tom J. Carlisle (BMI/Innocent Ape)

Tracks 4, 5, 6, 7, 10 written by Putnam Murdock (BMI/Studio Apt Music)

© Blue Monday Records 2011

Produced by Putnam Murdock and Bryan Pugh pughtube.com
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Every Thursday night the Centre Streeters would gather in circle in a living room and evoke every damn lost, drunk, and ... more brokenhearted song known to man... in four part harmony of course. Each time brought me closer and closer to the point of knowing no other way of life. My bio is isn't finished, but I've been gifted with humility. Sitting in a circle, playing songs is where the real music exists. less

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Track Name: Wages of Hope
Don't wake me when the sun rises.

Your house is burning down.

The water in your eyes will only

Make the flames feel a hundred times worse.



The crow calls when the sun rises,

The sparrow calls at dusk.

The collection agent calls day and night,

Either he's lonely or an optimist.



Listening to a yound Bob Dylan sing,

"Please see that my grave is kept clean."

Now I know exactly what he means.





Don't wake me when the sun rises.

Let me sleep this one off.

Unexplained bruises.

At least I know now what everything costs.



My true love hit the road.

Proud Mama is a vagabond.

Some people lose a little.

They want to prove their lost by loosing it all.



When my trial goes down on Judgement Day.

I don't know just what it is I'll say.

I just wish you given me reason to have some faith.





Don't cry little children,

Your house is burning down.

But we'll build another,

Right where it stood, a hundred times strong.



Come on down and let me sing my song.

I call it the wages of hope.

And it when it gets better tomorrow,

We'll pretend it was just a joke.

Track Name: The Promise
It's not your good looks that got me

Tied up in string.

I've had my share of some beautiful things.

It's not your way with words that puts the others on the shelf.

If I want sweet talk, I can talk to myself.



It's not the books you've read or these places that you've been.

I've got experience girl,

There ain't nothing I ain't seen.



It's when you look at me, 

It's just like you understand.

Oh, pretty baby, I'm gonna steal you from your man.







The sun shines down on Union Street.

Looks like it's an early spring.

Don't get too complacent the thunder clouds are rolling in.



Your from a gambler's town built on casual sin.

And you tell me I'm funny when I say, "I only play to win".



You've got so many close friends who only want what's best.

Some are closer than others.

I can see that it's true.



But when he looks at you, do you think he understands.

Oh, pretty baby, I'm gonna steal you from your man.
Track Name: Marshlands
Got no expectation of Heaven.

Never had much need for any kind of wealth.

Some fool is always saying, "At least you've got your health".



I'm out here at the end of the marshlands, 

Where the stone walls battle time

And the smoke rises to meet the moon

And I empty another jug of wine.



Once you told me there's no time to lose.

So I turned my car straight for New Orleans

The quarter was a mess and I waited till dawn

For the boatman to take another passenger on.







I guess I'd be asking too much.

I guess I'd be asking too much for you to come and find me.

My touch was a little rough,

But I was only being honest.



The people in town they got their opinions,

I'm keeping mine to myself.

From up here in my turret, I can see what's coming.

The ghost of Ahab and the old whaling ships.



It tooks years to learn there's no time to win.

So I boarded the hound back to New England.

I drink my wine and wait until dawn.

For the boatman to take another passenger on.
Track Name: When I Die
When I die, will you bury me?
So I can keep good company.
It’s not as lonely as it seems.
I’ll see you in your dreams.
When I die, will you bury me?

You can only go so far till you start coming back.
You’re only welcoming a burnout.
The booze and the pills are artificial will.
The white flags had quite the turn out.

When I die, will you build a fire?
Use the whole damn barn as the funeral pyre.
With the smoke I’ll rise to the ashen skies,
And wait for you to join me there.
When I die will build a fire?

It can take you right down to the touch of the skin.
How the whiskey works like medicine.
We watch it wash away what the doctors couldn’t quell.
There ain’t no prayer in the world that seems to work that well.

Here we are, try to change the DNR
Though my heart keeps on beating.
Our love can never die,
I’ll always keep a watchful eye.
It’s only death that we’re cheating.

So when I die, will you follow me?
This life is a simple boundary.
Two in the world that cannot part,
I love you with all my heart.
When I die, will you follow me?
Track Name: Brand New Widow
Don’t you see I don’t my dying, my dear,
I don’t mind…
It’s living that’s killing me.
Track Name: Butcher Dogs
Hope you sleep tonight.

It's Sunday in Trastevere.



Just for a day they might leave us alone.

The Pope has told them to go back home.



They're after blood and our bones.

As they rip away the skin.

We're like the first line of an army

Cause we're riding on the shin.

The soul of this whole town

Is west of everything,

With some girl in Trastevere.




"Honey", she said,

"Take me to bed".

And the party had just begun.



They're all gathered at the door.

We know what for.

But the party has just begun.


I met the king at the Colosseum.

Everyone thought he'd died.

When they stuck him down in Memphis,

Everybody cried.

The secret she spoke 

Was heard around the world,

"The king is now a girl".





I have a box

And in it a plan

That concerns both of us.



But not to worry,

For if it fails

We've got the butcher dogs by the tails.

Yes, the butcher dogs of Rome

Can clean up the rest.



I think it's best if we go back home.

Yes, I think we're ready to go back home.
Track Name: The Island
My girl lives on the biggest island.
No one can find her for days.
Until she invites you,
Then you can see her
Using her only good device.

She hides like shadows from the sun
Until forgot by everyone.
Then arises while we are drinking
And have forgiven what she’s done.
Track Name: Metairie
Can’t Sleep
Light Shines in from the streets
A dog is lost
He keeps barking

Next room
It’s either a fight or a fuck
I’m out of luck
You don’t want me
I was born too late

My friends they all talked
I shrugged them off
I saw you and gold and fame
And I wanted it all
They told me
They told me

I’m not free

Tenth Floor
Hotel Shang-ri la
You’ll get my call
But you won’t pick up

And I know
I’m no longer welcome there
But I never meant’a
Expose you

I just wanted to sing
Of mercury things
My words don’t come out
The way I always mean
In my mind
In my mind

Can’t be free

Broke down
Waiting to see what comes next
Between what I need
And what I’ve got coming

I’m like a mole in the ground
No sight, No sound
Of all the pretty people
Who don’t want me around

Take me home
Carry me home

Metarie
Track Name: California Song
You keep looking toward the big time.
You don’t know when, but it’s gonna come.
You say you saw yourself up on the big screen.
You see the bait but not the hook.

You live your life it’s a fetish party.
I call you the bride of “Live Free or Die”.
If you’re a nonbeliever in the end times,
Then anything goes.
California song.
My California song.

Everybody talking about the future
Like it’s sitting here in this dive bar,
And not sweating behind in some bunker.

I keep on dreaming of the palm trees burning.
Boom, boom, boom, they go up in flames.
If you don’t believe in premonitions,
Then anything goes.
California song.
My California song.

You think you’re dying in this small town.
One more shut-in winter will be the end.
Don’t you think I’ve felt the same thing?
But once you go you can never come.
You won’t be the same.

My California song.
Track Name: Eramun
Your dreams are for the public
As you put them on display
All over New York City
Like burlesque cabaret.

You can’t keep your eyes open.
You’re nodding off at the wheel.
Sleep is nearly upon you.
Success has a similar feel.

I could never do it like you do, Eramun.

Take no notice of the women
Who’ve gathered up behind you at the bar.
The heard you singing to them, Mademoiselle.

This passage to fulfillment,
You’re holding on so dear,
Is the line between the perils of desire and fear.

I know it’s gonna come to you, Eramun.