Alan Bean CD1 (PURE118CDS1)

2 CD's Released on 27th August 2001 on Too Pure

Alan Bean, Horror Show, A Better Man

Seven inch (PURE118S) has two remixes by Rothko and Munit

Alan Bean 

Ever felt like giving up?
I've felt like giving up.
But not since 1969.
I found a greater truth,
At a godly altitude,
Won't waste another day of my life.
As we tumbled down to earth,
We felt the capsule turn,
We saw the blue skies burn.
As we splashed down in the sea,
You were praying on your knees,
It bought a change in me.
Everyone will forget soon,
The fourth man on the moon,
But I've got it in my mind.
I'd like to paint your eyes,
But I've got to paint the sky.
Going to be a painter all my life.
As we tumbled down to earth,
We felt the capsule turn,
We saw the blue skies burn.
As we splashed down in the sea,
You were praying on your knees,
It bought a change in me.
And what you didn't see,
I'll let you see through me.
I'm going to paint the moon for you.
Ever felt like giving up?
'We've felt like giving up'
Ever felt like giving up?
'All the time.'

Horror Show 

Not to be outdone, Not to be unrewarded.

I put my best foot forward,

It went straight in my mouth.
She said, 'You dirty little louse,
Why don't you cook and clean the house?'
And then she went straight out.
She left behind her coat and mittens.
 

She came in looking like a horror show,
At half past four this morning.
She looked grim, her hair was lank,
Her lips were blue, what was I supposed to do.
 

I said 'sit down sweetheart and let me tend your wounds,
You're back in safe hands now.
No matter where you've been,
You can stay with me till the sunlight crashes in'.
Well the grazes on her knees were fixed with TCP,
And her red and swollen feet needed warm and gentle bathing,
She's been misbehaving, she's been a little loose,
But I'm getting used to her falling quick in love with her.

A Better Man 

I saw flowers by the side of the road,
The flowers distract me from the side of the road,
The car brakes the belly aches,
One short year I've been awake,
The flowers by the road just stink of boredom,
I want to be a better man,
I want the brains to treat you right.
Teach me to be dignified the rest of my life.
I want to be an architect, and kill the macho, kill the ego.
I want to be a better man the rest of my life.
The maps don't lie, just use your eyes,
The maps put numbers by the side of the road.
'Once in a while you should feel the hurt,
Don't do to me what you did to her.'
I'll drive through the night just to be near you.
Well spend our lives, wasting time, until we die, but we don't mind.
We'll count the days, we'll share the blame,
And feel the pain, it's not a shame.


 

 

Other Information

The first single from Dead Media. This song really doesn't sound like anything we'd done before. As far as I remember it pretty much only features me and Jack, Antony does a little backing vocal but that's all.

I felt strongly that after We Love the City we should once again try something different. I knew that I would have felt uncomfortable going any further in the big pop production stakes but it was a surprise even to me as to how far we swung in the other direction. I was listening to Joe Meek and Raymond Scott at the time. I was interested in the sound of people discovering instruments. A lot of people misunderstood our intentions with the Dead Media album, it was supposed to sound naive. Theses songs weren't made on Pro-tools, they were made with cranky 70's synths and a rickety 8-track.

This is perhaps the most naive song of the bunch the rythmn track is from a crappy Casio keyboard going through a moog filter, and lots of buzzy keyboards going though guitar amps. I was flabbergasted when Too Pure chose it as a single, but was also delighted, I knew if I'd thought of it as a single whilst making it, it would have sounded completely different. At the very least I would have made sure more of the band appeared on the song.

Alan Bean was the fourth man to walk on the man, and I'd wanted to write a song about him for ages. I though of him as the Ringo Starr of astronauts. What makes his story even more song worthy is that he gave up being an astronaut to become a painter, the irony being he only paints pictures of himself and other astronauts walking on the moon.

The lyric went through so many revisions, it was incredibly hard to know at what point to tell the story from. Although I 'd written character based songs before like 'The Librarian' and 'She Can't Sleep No More' this was really where I started to write in this way almost exclusively. For me they are my better songs, though many disagree. I cringe a little when I hear me howling away about myself on the early songs, where as here I think I manage to convey something much more adult , whilst retaining some emotional weight.

You see I've always been interested in little stories. I'd much rather sing a song about someone feeling a small twinge of regret than someone who was suicidal, I guess because that's what life is about most of the time. Melodrama comes too easy to most songwriters, where as they flinch from a little bit of detail or any specifics. I've always wanted to tell stories that strike a deep chord with a small amount of people, rather than songs that mean only a little to a lot of people. I might be richer now if I'd done it the other way around but there you go.

Horror Show's a goody. We did so many songs for Dead Media and I'm not sure that we made the right choices in the end. Horror show was supposed to sound a bit like Missy Elliot's 'Supa Dupa Fly', oh well. Horror Show features only me where as A Better Man features a new line up of the Hefner big band, with Amelia on vocals and James Topham from Whistler on viola. One of the last songs we recorded together and something of a homecoming as we recorded it at Cafe Eric where we recorded our first single. If it's not obvious to you, than it is to me that on lot of these songs I'm singing about giving up music, but I'm still here.

Photos on this page are all from the We Love the City tour and were taken by Rainford Bowley. The guy in the last picture carrying the guitars is Papa our roadie.