Bright Future

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“You think”, she said, “we can spend the weekend in bed”.
She didn’t waste any time.
Cold, cold gin in July; call it my early alibi,
come on and give it a try.
We just met at the annual protest.
She was snared in an orange net,
I bribed the cops and we left arm in arm.

Grab what you want.
Because you’re bright future is gone.
We’ll sing while we burn
And toast to the ashes.

Even if tear gas fills up our skies,
our tears won’t fill up our eyes.
Dance, we will dance up the stairs.
Just like Cezanne’s Apples and Pears,
we’re getting it right.
Take it off, take everything off,
because naked is how I like you best.
It’s the only thing I can trust,
skin to skin.

Grab what you want.
Because you’re bright future is gone.
We’ll sing while we burn
And toast to the ashes.

Afternoon martinis are dirty and cheap like me.
We’ll be William Powell and Myrna Loy.
Chasing that thin man on and on until that buzz is finally gone,
And the only thing we’ll see is this goddamn reality.

Grab what you want.
Because you’re bright future is gone.
We’ll sing while we burn
And toast to the ashes.

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from Fiction, track released June 1, 2008
Written by Putnam Murdock and Tom Carlisle

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Putnam Murdock Massachusetts

Every Thursday night the Centre Streeters would gather in circle in a living room and evoke every damn lost, drunk, and 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. ... more

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