Wages of Hope
from Brand New Widow by Putnam Murdock
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lyrics
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.
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.
credits
from
Brand New Widow, track
released 01 July 2011
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David Cieri - keyboards
Jay Frederick - drums
Jordan Scannella - bass
Putnam Murdock - guitar and voice
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.
Written by Putnam Murdock (BMI/Studio Apt Music) and Tom J. Carlisle (BMI/Innocent Ape)
© Blue Monday Records 2011
Produced by Putnam Murdock and Bryan Pugh pughtube.com
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David Cieri - keyboards
Jay Frederick - drums
Jordan Scannella - bass
Putnam Murdock - guitar and voice
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.
Written by Putnam Murdock (BMI/Studio Apt Music) and Tom J. Carlisle (BMI/Innocent Ape)
© 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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