Dead Media
We don't need this dead, dead media,
We're not mourning any more,
The analogue image hits our poor tired retinas,
We killed the digital whores last Thursday.
Put on your red, red jacket and come over,
I need some real company,
We'll be the art-deco clowns,
We'll watch the foreign language films,
Every Thursday.
The dead, dead cinema
Trouble Kid
He is sixteen going on seventeen,
He got splinters from raising high the roof beams,
Living it, loving it, got to keep speaking it,
He don't feel it like we need it,
When his grubby face shows we know how the song goes.
Trouble Kid, Just look at what he did.
Something in the weather says I'm not so clever,
Why didn't I figure out that you're eyes weren't telling me what I thought they were.
Trouble Kid's not evil, He has got his reasons,
But I'm going to squash him flat, like a bug,
With my new timberlands
Junk
Don't need people, what good are people?
People just get in the way.
Just take everything I said for the past three years,
Put it in a box, throw the key away.
Don't need reasons, cause there's no reason,
For you to be here with me.
Let's take everything we own, and throw it in the lock,
We'll start again today.
You just keep carrying on, carrying on.
And don't be long.
Soon can't be soon enough,
You can't be you enough,
Soon can't be soon enough for me.
Don't need notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won't help me survive.
I'll be your milky bar kid, Your sweet honey lips,
As long as you've got eyes.
You just keep carrying on, carrying on.
And don't be long.
Soon can't be soon enough,
You can't be you enough,
Soon can't be soon enough for me.
We don't need this junk to survive,
We don't need this junk in our lives
When the Angels Play Their Drum Machines
And we drove, on a wet and windy road,
to the coast, to a dirty seaside town,
found a room, in a hotel by the sea,
unpacked our bags, and then she looked at me.
And 'I said, let me, let you, let me down again',
She said 'no'
'let me, let you, let me down again',
She said 'no'
'Please draw the curtains, unplug the phone
Let's mess the sheets and give our hearts a home
We are both adults, our eyes are open wide
Let's push away, the world outside'
Moving to the west end was a big, big, big mistake
We lost all our money and we got mostly heartache
Some nights she would sigh, and place her head upon my lap
And she would cry, I couldn't stop her shaking
Union Chapel Day
(Instrumental)
China Crisis (new recording)
Its not the spiritual, its not the intellectual,
Its not the merely pitiful, that makes me feel this way.
Its not the walk that I take through the park to her place,
It's the breath she takes in-between the words her mouth makes.
Oh curse my mind for not ceasing my mouth when the moment was perfect.
She said 'Shut up, wake up, I can smell the coffee why can't you when its so near',
She said 'Hold it, embrace, it these feelings are so real but you just choose to ignore them.'
More like a sister to me, when she was 23,
She drew a picture of me, the likeness was uncanny.
We bless the notes in margins, in the books from the libraries,
They tell us what to feel, how to love and when to heal.
Oh curse my mind for not ceasing my mouth when the moment was perfect.
She said 'Shut up, wake up, I can smell the coffee why can't you when its so near',
She said 'Hold it, embrace, it these feelings are so real but you just choose to ignore them.'
She said 'Screw it, just leave it, the moment was perfect but it won't be for much longer.'
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.'
Peppermint Taste
You had peppermint gum stuck between your teeth,
You had white shoes and bare knees in 1983.
I had you breast in my hand underneath the tree,
But as the tree lost it's leaves you went up and left me for an awkward kind of boy,
Who was far too tall and true to from it didn't last long but the peppermint taste didn't pass away for weeks,
My school friends hearts they were bitter they were cruel,
So I left when I was sixteen, didn't think of at all.
Were you thinking that way too when you turned your back on school?
Did you work in a bank? did you marry with a banker?
Do you think of fate at all? Do you think of cruelty?
Do you think of me pushing you up against that tree?
And that peppermint taste didn't pass away for weeks.
Well I may have touched your breast, but I never underneath
But we kissed to hard and we knocked each others teeth.
Did you smile with relief when I gave up the ghost and didn't ring your house no more.
Now its been twenty years, I bet you kiss real good.
I bet you kiss your banker like a bankers wife should,
And that peppermint taste doesn't pass away for weeks.
The Mangle
(Instrumental)
The King of Summer
I did the right thing in the wrong way,
And now there's hell to pay.
She keeps banging at my window,
Keeping at me night and day.
There were bad times on the good days,
But I can take the pain,
Nobody's making me feel guilty,
Nobody's feeling shame.
Cause we keep it together the better the weather,
We love it that way.
I took a bad tip and took a wrong slip road,
On the motorway found myself the wrong side of Birmingham,
It was supposed to be a special day.
It turned my lover cold, but I love her so.
I'm going to win her round.
If the sun keeps tanning her legs I don't believe its going to keep her down.
Cause we keep it together the better the weather,
We love it that way.
Because I am the king of summer.
The Nights Are Long
Since my baby left me,
I'm doing pretty well,
I've lost a few pounds,
As you can probably tell.
And since she loves another,
It's not as bad as you might think.
I'm resting on my laurels,
But it's got me time to think.
Because I'm busy doing nothing,
Working the day through.
Trying hide to find,
Lots of thing not to do.
And my life was cold before,
And my life will be warm once more.
And the nights are long and so sore,
And the nights will be short once more.
And since my honey moved,
To the south side of town.
Been hearing ugly rumours,
She's been putting it around
Treacle
(Instrumental)
Half a Life
Thank you for the streetlights, thank you for the signposts,
Thank you for the taxis that take me home to her,
Thank you for the skin, the smooth warm skin on the backs of her thighs.
Thank you for the sunlight that makes my eyes so tired,
Thank you for the sweat that trickles down her neck.
Thank you for for my sweetheart, life without my sweetheart is half a life.
It's half a life, It's half a life.
Life without my sweetheart is only half a life
When you were a pauper, when you were a cripple.
Thought you had a tough time, now you've got it good.
Watch her in the morning, watch her in the evening,
For all your life.
Waking Up to You
Everyday I'm waking up to you,
Every time I see your face I'm feeling something true.
And since we gave up drugs and started drinking I feel new.
I think I learned to love because of you.
Everyday I'm waking up to you,
I can't believe you love me after how I treated you.
The government is evil but I won't let them hurt you.
This double bubble plastic wrap will save you.
And, oh , the cruel north winds aren't meant to be here,
And all the queasiness within shows you I'm sincere.
Let the bleeding liberal hearts drown in all their sorrow.
I'll love you hard until tomorrow.
Everyday you're waking up to me,
Love me quick with slutty lips but let my conscience be,
When we're rich and famous we won't have our privacy,
I'm waking up to you can't you see.
Home
The dirty young wives turn to dirty young mums in the spring time,
You grubby business man with no art in your life got no dirty little wife of your own.
I can't believe it's true what you're saying,
I just want to go home.
All you people are cheaters and liars,
I just want to go home.
My father, my mother, my sister, her lover, his sister, her children, their teachers at school.
If you swapped places you'd be the loser they'd do your job better than you.
I can't believe it's true what you're saying,
I just want to go home.
All you people are cheaters and liars,
I just want to go home.
You will never know what true love is like,
My true love is at home.
We got the songs , we got the sun, we got the wine.
We have our girls, we got the love, we got the time.
You'll never know, you're far too fat, you're far too slow.
We got the songs, we got the sun you wouldn't know.
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Other Information
OK here it is, our electronic album, the curates egg, the Kid A, the Metal Machine Music. You don't like it? Fuck off then ! I'm listening to it whilst writing this and its the first time I've done so in about two years, and to be honest I find it hard to see what the fuss was all about in retrospect but the fans were really angry about this at the time. It sold about a third of the amount of We Love the City so people voted with their wallets.
In many respects my musical career is still in turmoil because I made this record, and I'd certainly be a lot less poor if I'd made another album like We Love the City. It may surprise you to learn that I have never worked as hard or put a much of myself into a record as I did with Dead Media. That's not said to make you appreciate it more , but it is said to make you see that this wasn't a lazy effort from me. My only regret about this album in retrospect is how little John, Antony and Jack get to do on the album. All the synth programming was by me and at least seven of the songs are pretty much me on my own.

It wasn't through want of trying, the guys sometimes were so easy going and they just let me take over. I would have liked it much more if they'd perhaps complained or bought forward more ideas of their own. Antony particularly doesn't get much to do here because of all the drum programming.
Jack does a little more and it is perhaps the first Hefner album were you start to hear his character coming through. I guess this is due to the fact that me and Jack were making his solo album 'Practical Wireless' at the same time as we were doing Dead Media. I often think of 'Practical Wireless' as a sister album to Dead Media and if you like this album you'd do well to track it down.
I don't feel bitter about the way anything turned out in Hefner. I've never liked my bands to play it safe, I'd rather fall flat on my face once in a while than keep moving forward at a snails place. Listening to it now, I'm struck by how melancholic the album sounds, it's almost like we knew it could be the last Hefner album, and I suppose we did, subconsciously at least.
The thing to realise is that it was a funny time. Too Pure had all but given up on us, and did little to promote the album, we were tired of touring, we had to do something to shake things up. It's not my favourite Hefner album, but I can see a time when it might be and as time goes by more and more people some up and tell me how much they like it. Well, if you'd all told me at the time perhaps there'd be a sixth Hefner album! For those of you who are fans of Dead Media you'll be pleased to know that there is virtually another albums worth of stuff in the vaults from these sessions including one song; 'Your Kitchen' which is one of my girlfriends favourite ever Hefner songs.
What follows is the original 'Making of' feature that appeared on Hefnet at the time, it lists all the released and unreleased songs from these sessions.
The Making of Dead Media
By Darren Hayman
‘We Love the City' represented the most intense period of writing, thus far, for a Hefner album. The lyrics and tunes went under many revisions in the twelve months before recording. The recording itself was also very planned in contrast to previous Hefner albums. John and I had figured out most of the brass and vocal parts before we went into the studio. There was an almost conscious effort on the band's part to make quite a ‘lush' or ‘produced' record, not for purely commercial reasons, but because the ‘up' nature of the songs seemed to demand it. It occurred to me that it was what was least expected of us, appearing to critics and fans alike as an indie band.
I like ‘We Love the City', but was pretty certain I didn't want to do an album the same way a second time. Around this time my friends Mark and Brian had both been telling me that they had been enjoying some of the pre-‘Breaking God's Heart' tapes (some of those songs appeared on ‘Soul' and ‘Pull..'). Though unimpressed by the recording quality I was struck by how cavalier our approach to arrangement and sound was when we thought nobody was listening. The idea started to form that we should make music at home again; private music that isn't made primarily with a listener in mind (at least not until final track listing).
I thought that to make an album purposefully lo-fi would be a contrivance seeing that we could afford not to, but at the same time I didn't want hi-fi sound fidelity to be an issue that held us back creatively. The result was a fairly simple set up with a digital 8-track, valve compressor, a few decent microphones. The 8 tracks would be a big step down from the 24 we're used to at Roundhouse, and we hoped the restrictions would force us to think laterally. When I was at art college, the tutors would often give us odd exercises to make us work within restrictions, like drawing without looking at the page, or not lifting the pencil from the paper. Once we had to paint for a whole morning with a bag of flour tied to our wrist, the idea being that as the arm got tired it would only be lifted when a mark was really deemed worth making. This is what the 8 tracks were going to do for us, no superfluous finger cymbals here, just the meat and bones. I felt I had developed a few engineering skills through recording some b-sides in the past but I also hoped that I could make my shortcomings work for us rather then against us, that there would be something unorthodox about me trying my best when there was an obvious gap in my knowledge.

I guess I was thinking quite a bit about Joe Meek and Lee Perry when thinking of this stuff, both legendary record producers who made fantastic sounds with only limited knowledge and equipment.
The band were also (and still are) listening to a lot of electronic music at the time. (Current stuff like ‘Mouse on Mars' and ‘Plone' but also ‘Kraftwerk', ‘Human League' etc.), and we had been starting to buy up old analogue synthesizers. We knew this factor would inform much of the sound of the next album.
Here is a list of all the songs, with notes, recorded for the Dead Media album. There are a lot and quite a few won't be released for a while. They are placed in chronological order, so as to tell the story of the sessions unfolding.
Half a Life
One of the first we started, and strangely one of the most successful. All of the band appear though every one did their parts separately, in itself a new thing for us. Jack's first lead vocal. An old analogue tape deck was used to reverse the tape to get the backwards synth/guitar solo, it took a whole day to synch it back into the song (and it still isn't in time).
Dark Days
Currently not on the release schedule, this was the original title track of the album (after ‘Dark Days' we went for ‘Love Your Enemies' then ‘Dead Media'). At this stage we were filtering a lot of instruments through our Moog synth, creating those weird high end watery effects that can be heard on Alan Bean and ‘Half a Life'. Jack does a cracking ‘When Doves Cry' guitar solo on this.
Alan Bean
The song pretty much only features me and Jack, (Ant does a backing vocal). A lot of these earlier songs were done in tandem with Jack's solo album. Jack had been banned from playing Pedal Steel on ‘WLTC' (due it not being a very London instrument) so he enjoyed to trying to make it sound like it was in outer space on this. Very definitely Joe Meek inspired this one, the lyrics are explained on the back of the single.
The Love has Gone
V. sad countyish song. John got an effect by playing the song through a speaker that sat on top of a snare drum, a mike was placed underneath that caught the delayed ‘flam' sound.
The Nights are Long
Recorded on the same day as the above, this was the only time the downstairs neighbours complained about noise, maybe because Jack was using my entire bathroom as a reverb chamber for his guitar.
Home
Everyone (except John) gets a lead vocal. Quite a few weird instruments on this. Jack played his ‘Black Sun' steel which is made from tin and has no sound hole. The rhythm track was taken from a strange Italian 70's keyboard called a Giaccaglia. Xylophone was also a popular instrument around this time also. I once promised myself I would never write a song about being in a band or the music industry and I kind of broke that promise here. I won't do it again.
Waking Up To You
‘A bit McCartneyish' said Jack. That can only be a compliment to me. As many as 9 backing vocals bounced down onto one track for this. A love song.
Monkey Man
All of a sudden ‘Too Pure' decided they wanted ‘Painting and Kissing' as a single, (they later changed their minds). So this and the next three were recorded as b-sides.
This is a song made famous by Toots and the Maytals and also the Specials. A particularly bizarre arrangement in the middle by John, can't explain, you'll have to wait to hear it.
Hymn for the Telephones
V. old song, re-recorded.
Down St.
The only unreleased song that was written for ‘WLTC'. A waltz time song set in 1930's London, with Jack on fiddle.
Louise
A cover of the Human League song.
Peppermint Taste
Call it cowardice, but half way through the album we decided to record a few songs (this and the next four) with Miti again at Roundhouse Studios. Oddly, everyone seems to agree that these recordings don't necessarily sound more produced. This is a song about my first girlfriend at school, (Linda Brockbank if you're reading).
Junk
This was one of the most fun times I've ever had in Hefner. We were waiting for Miti to fix something on the desk and John started playing this tune he had, within ten minutes I'd put some unused lyrics on it, and we were ready to record. It was so exciting to have something come from nothing so quickly. The brass section were coming in the next day anyway for another song, so we got them to add trumpets and whistling. My favourite song on the album.
Like many of the songs on Dead Media, this is about growing up, thinking about what truly matters in life.
King of Summer
A pretty shameless attempt by me to write a summer hit. I did write it on the beach in Barcelona though.
Can't Help Losing You
An old time country style song with brass. This uses a pretty common Hefner arrangement trick which is to have almost every instrument playing the bass line, (see also ‘Thatcher' and ‘GLR')
All I Ever Need
Sad piano song about missing your honey. Written in somewhere called Aas in Norway (I think). We played to 8 people that night.
Trouble Kid
This is pretty shameless as well actually. Sometimes you just want to write a stupid dumb, pop song. Never has there been a more Gary Numan keyboard solo outside of a Gary Numan record, never has there been a more Billy Duffy guitar solo outside of a Cult record. I'm not proud.
Horror Show
Believe it or not I was trying to do a Missy Elliot style production here. At one point I thought this was they key to the whole album. Jack talked sense into me that it was a b-side.
Your Kitchen
An old verse from about ten years back, bolted onto a new chorus. My girlfriend thinks we're stupid for not putting this on the album, let alone not a b-side. You'll get to hear it eventually I'm sure.
Come on Sister
Song about (hey!!!) my sister. Just me and my synths (aahh happy times…)
Hymn for the 1950's British Folk Revival
So bad I don't think all the band have even heard it. If you ever see me release this, you know I've run out of ideas.
Just Take Care
So many people wanted this on the album but it just didn't come out the way I'd planned it. Myself, Antony and Amelia had all tried singing this until eventually Kerry from Whistler got the job.
Dead Media
With the title for the album in my head I decided to make a song to go with it. Arpeggiating Korgs, I'm sure heaven sounds like this.
China Crisis
It seemed looking back that this rare Hefner song was the start of some of the Dead Media ideas. Playing it through on piano I thought how good it was and that it should be heard by more people. I wrote some more lyrics and got Amelia to sing with us on it. James from Whistler plays Viola.
A Better Man
Once again recorded with Amelia and James.
When the Angels Play their Drum Machines
Pretty much just me on this one with Antony programming the drums. Incidentally I can't play keyboards as well as that solo. Each bar of it was recorded separately and cut together, it took me a whole day.
Charlie Girl
These last two songs were made to impress someone or other at the record or publishing company and perhaps sound like it. On this we were seeing if it was possible to sound more like the Rolling Stones then Primal Scream do.
Dirty World
The only time we probably resorted to Hefner by numbers for this record, fans of ‘Hello Kitten' will undoubtedly love it, it does have a stylophone solo in it though.
Incidentally for those of you who find the idea of a synthesizer led Hefner a bit hard to take, be warned. After we finished the album I bought a ‘Prophet 5', the mummy of all synths, get used to it kids.
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