Mayfield

by Curt Smith

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about

Mayfield was a band I formed after moving to New York to be with Frances and to escape the UK music business. It was a couple of years into my hiatus from Tears For Fears and the premise was to not use my name (hence Mayfield) and just try to rediscover the joys of music through playing live. We regularly played at downtown New York clubs like Brownie’s, Mercury Lounge and CBGB’s, in fact the only criteria was that the club had to be within walking distance of my apartment on Mercer and Houston. The “Mayfield Walking Tour” was born!

These were probably a couple of the most enjoyable years I’ve spent as a musician: no pressure and just doing it for the love of music. These songs were ostensibly recorded live, that is with the band playing together with overdubbing and editing used only to polish a few things. We recorded them over a period of three weeks, and whilst I may question the quality of some of the recording and mixing in retrospect, I still can feel the passion intended today.
I have decided to reissue this CD for two reasons:
1. People have asked me to.
2. The original distribution company is no longer in existence. So you can rest assured that if you buy the original CD, not one cent of what you pay for it will come to me. For this reason, I’ve updated the artwork a little so that everyone can differentiate.

With that said, I would like to add the following thanks: Diva and Wilder, Georgica and Harry, Arlene Wszalek, Gina Vivona, Justine Ungaro, Eric Alper, Michael Tarlowe.
Last, a very special thanks to Janice Whaley for the rerecorded, rearranged version of Trees. If you get a chance visit Janice's page here on Bandcamp.

PS. To those wondering about the name:
Curt-is-Mayfield (geddit?)

credits

released November 15, 2011

MAYFIELD
Curt Smith vocals, bass guitar
Charlton Pettus guitar, backing vocals
Doug Petty keyboards
Russ Irwin keyboards, backing vocals
Shawn Pelton drums
Supporting Cast
Steve Ferrone drums on “Snow Hill”
Brian Geltner drums on “Sun King” and bridge of “Sorry Town”
Jimmy Copley drums on “Mother England”
Richard Pagano drums on “Reach Out”
Carol Steele and Bob Muller percussion
Tim Beatty harmonica
Chris Rael backing vocals on “Trees”
Rebecca Martin backing vocals on “Snow Hill” appears courtesy of EMI Records
Georg Brandl accordian
The Irish guy whose name we’ve forgotten whistle
The trumpet player from Cats trumpet

All songs written by Curt Smith and Charlton Pettus and published © Happy Fish Music (BMI)/Margerine Music/Polygram International Music Publishing (ASCAP), except “Mother England” written by Curt Smith, Charlton Pettus, Roger Manning and Andy Sturmer, published © Happy Fish Music (BMI)/Margerine Music/Polygram International Music Publishing (ASCAP)/Sunshine Suicide Songs/EMI Virgin Music Inc.(ASCAP)/Little Green Appletunes/EMI Virgin Music Inc. (BMI)

Recorded at Dangerous Music NY, The Hit Factory NY, and Charlty’s Cave NY

Mixed and Mastered at The Hit Factory NY
Produced by Charlton Pettus
Mixed by Jay Healy (except “Trees” mixed by J. Paul Logus III)
Mastered by Chris Gehringer

Thanks to Frances, Alexandra, Troy, Eddie, Danielle and all at The Hit Factory, Bob, Graham, Drew, the Mayfield on-line crew, Marc, Rick, Marty, Justin, Jimmy at Gibson Guitars, Jill, CMS, Frank, Fred and Lisa, Henry, and Randy.
Rick Patrick Design
Marc Joseph Photography

RE-RELEASE CREDITS
Trees Bonus Track
Curt Smith Lead vocals
Janice Whaley Backing vocals, “instruments,” and arrangement
Produced by Curt Smith and The Reverend Charlton Pettus
Mixed and Mastered by Ryan Coseboom
Gina Vivona for GV Creative Art direction and design
Justine Ungaro Cover photo

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Curt Smith Los Angeles, California

Curt Smith is the co-founder of Tears For Fears, with which he continues to tour worldwide, as well as an acclaimed solo musician. He also writes music for film, television and the web, most recently scoring the independent feature Meth Head,. He's a regular speaker at creative, media and technology events including TEDxHollywood, TEDxSan Francisco and the USC Annenberg Online Communities program. ... more

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Track Name: What Are We Fighting For
What are we fighting for
What am I trying to restore by taking aim at you
It’s not that I need the best
I want you to see I long to be successfully repressed
I don’t know why we fall

What are we fighting for
Why do I always ask for more than this day can provide
When did I lose your trust
Why do I choose to justify this dirty little war

I don’t know why we fall

There was a time when I believed in providence
Where is that confidence now
I see the world sideways and I’m falling off again
Into our rarely-go-round

What am I waiting for
Isn’t this where we fade to black as you walk out the door
If I’m so damn sure
What are these tears I try to cheerfully ignore

There was a time when I believed in providence
Where is that confidence now
I see the world sideways and I’m falling off again
Into our rarely-go-round
There was a time when I thought our salvation lied
In the nights intimate heat
My anger’s contagious my wishes outrageous
But dreams are my only relief

I’m revolving, gravity keeps calling
Falling, into our rarely-go-round
Into our rarely-go-round
Into our rarely-go-round

(What are we fighting for)

When all the anger’s gone
Who’s lost and who has won
And dare we ask ourselves
Who are we fighting
Track Name: Sorry Town
Alison cries on a radio Monday
Lipstick goodbyes and a promise to call
He’s in a veiled illusion
She’s out of mind
They’re happy ever after
And so am I

Cool in sorry town
I watch you drown
Cool in sorry town
I’m alive

Andrew expires on a valium Sunday
Ballpoint goodbyes full of rambling asides
His life’s a failed illusion
He’s killing time
He’s happy ever after
And so am I

Cool in sorry town
I watch you drown
Cool in sorry town
I’m alive

I’m breaking stride on a cynical Sunday
Cool world goodbye said the fly on the wall
I’m in controlled confusion
I’m Mister Fine
So happy ever after

Cool in sorry town
I watch you drown
Cool in sorry town
I’m alive
Track Name: Jasmine's Taste
Jasmine’s taste grows deeper than the ocean or her dreams
For what it’s worth
Jasmine’s taste grows deeper than the ocean or her dreams
For what it’s worth
Volatile she wants your fear
She’s old, old before her years

Jasmine’s taste conspires to dignify her harmful ways
For what that’s worth
Jasmine’s taste backfires if you refuse to play those games
For all they’re worth

Insecure she feeds her thoughts and needs
With images and dreams

Take me up
Take me up to your heaven
And shower me with your light
Take me down
Take me down to your torment
Uncover me with your fire

Jasmine’s taste can stretch beyond the depths of your desire
To your dismay
Jasmine’s taste delights in all the intricate designs
of disarray

Take me up
Take me up to your heaven
And shower me with your light
Take me down
Take me down to your torment
Uncover me with your fire

Time will only push her strengths
To extraordinary lengths
She’ll trade secure for misery
And innocence for ecstasy
She sees herself and cries

Take me up
Take me up to your heaven
And shower me with your light
Take me down
Take me down to your torment
Uncover me with your fire
Track Name: Reach Out
So many things you said last night
In your attempt to be forthright
How certain things are meant to be
If it’s of benefit to me
This moments really celestine
You said “I’m not sure what that means”
But kept this to myself
Lest I intrude on your sincerity

And you said
Go reach out and find yourself
Go reach out and find yourself

I fail to understand these pearls
Of abject generosity
They’re all that they appear to be
A conscience sold for precious words

The meat of your philosophy
Of TV talk show homily
Was heaven is within us all
I couldn’t help but think your heaven must be very small

So I said
Go reach out and find yourself
Go reach out and find yourself

God could I use a drink or a cigarette
Since you’re refusing to think
Guess we’d better get high
It’s been a while
Thanks for being so frank I gotta go
You wear your candor and rank
Like a new trophy bride
It’s back in style

I felt your need to share some more
I felt the pressure knock my door
Thank god for wood and all it’s strength
The power to keep you at arms length

So I said

Go reach out and find yourself
Go reach out and find yourself

Go reach out and find yourself
Go reach out and fuck yourself
Track Name: Trees
It’s time to brood
Put up the walls of sound
And practice all the finer points
Of falling down

I’ll put aside
The calculated eyes
The even tempered smile
Diffuse again

Given time to discuss these points with
Outside help I could still these friends in my
Heading out to the trees I see myself

I hide in green
Recall the faded dreams
Collide my scope divides
And leaves the team

Beyond the veil
I watch the line extend
A helping hand withdraws
The line again

Given time to discuss these points with
Outside help I could still these friends in my
Heading out to the trees I see myself

Is that an angel on its side
Next to the postman drifting by
I once had a dream that I could fly
Into the trees

It’s time to brood
Put up the walls of sound
And practice all the finer points
Of falling down

I’ll put aside
The calculated eyes
The even tempered smile
Collapse again
Track Name: Mother England
Round we go
Living in a carnival of compromise
All we know
Is decorating flags and choosing sides
Round and round
Accusations fly
Holding ground
In the name of father knows not why
We’re still counting pride in lives
All that I know is I

Don’t believe in mother England divine
I don’t believe imaginary lines
I don’t believe in brothers bound by the soil
In the end it’s a solitary world

Falling in
Everyone agrees it’s suicide
They’re off again
It’s condemnation time

Still no one seems surprised
All that I know is I

Don’t believe in mother England divine
I don’t believe imaginary lines
I don’t believe in brothers bound by the soil
In the end it’s a solitary world

Condemnation time

(I don’t believe in mother)
(I don’t believe in mother)

I don’t believe in mother……

You say that God is on your side
All that I know is I

Don’t believe in mother England divine
I don’t believe imaginary lines
I don’t believe in brothers bound by the soil
In the end it’s a solitary world

Don’t believe in mother England divine
I don’t believe imaginary lines
I don’t believe in brothers bound by the soil
In the end it’s a solitary world
Track Name: Snow Hill
Slow days in restless rooms
A constant stream of girls in green
Toy guns for action men
On news at ten
Cool handed candied lies
The abstract thoughts of adolescent minds
School plays and tribal wars
United scores

Snow Hill inclined
Watch the rain fall across the rooftops
Innocent wild
Dream my days away

Skin deep and snowball sweet
Swings and slides a hundred count to hide
Black sheep my soul to keep
My soul to find

Snow Hill inclined
Watch the rain fall across the rooftops
Innocent wild
Dream my days away

Black sheep my soul to keep
My soul to find

Snow Hill inclined
Watch the rain fall across the rooftops
Innocent wild
Dream my days away

Snow Hill inclined
Watch the rain fall across the rooftops
Innocent wild
Dream my days away

Black sheep my soul to keep
My soul to find
Track Name: I Don't Want To Be Around
I don’t want to be around
When you come down
I don’t want to be around
You shine
You keen
You’re nowhere in between
You rise
And phase
On dead-wood days

I don’t want to be around
When you come down
I don’t want to be around

You blind
You’ glaze
You fire until you craze
You are my
Malaise
On dead-wood days

Parading Pollyanna’s blister and hide away
You’re valedictory and vertigo eyed today
Your grace with gravity is starting to slide

You sway
You wind
From torment to define
You pray
You find
A paradigm to redefine
You take
You find
It all goes by

I don’t want to be around
Track Name: Sun King
The evidence is on the page
Not much to show for so much rage
It makes me smile
You lost it somehow
Solitude was your only choice
Bitterness your only voice
I saw your face
The time is talking now

Boy you looked so bad!

You make the earth revolve
You make the camera sing
No conscience can absolve
The Sun King

A small imbalanced vain recluse
You use the planets to excuse
Your costumed smile
Your childish abuse

The gloves are off there are no rules
I’m a regicidal fool
Who’d change your face
But change would just improve

Boy you looked so sad!

You make the earth revolve
You make the camera sing
No conscience can absolve
The Sun King

Here comes the rain
To test our will
Here comes the rain
To cleanse again

You make the earth revolve
You make the camera sing
No conscience can absolve
The Sun King
Track Name: Gone Again
He’s gone again
Pulls me with him each time
I should ask him when he’s home
He’s gone again
Pulls the blinds to hide the bars
He shows me when to bleed

And time will tell
If all that I could be was changed
By his remote disdain

He’s gone again
Onto the train he holds the reins
Of emptiness and fear

He’s gone again
Into the arms of solitude
He constantly reveres

And I will cease
To seek delusional relief
In these defining years

Emerald eyed he dreams of disowning
Brown eyed and homely justifies
A little too late the wrong man returns
To say goodnight

He’s gone again
Pulls me with him each time
When attempting to atone
He’s gone for good
And I discover irony
And ask him when he’s home
Track Name: Trees (feat. Janice Whaley)
It’s time to brood
Put up the walls of sound
And practice all the finer points
Of falling down
I’ll put aside
The calculated eyes
The even tempered smile
Diffuse again

Given time to discuss these points with
Outside help I could still these friends in my
Heading out to the trees I see myself

I hide in green
Recall the faded dreams
Collide my scope divides
And leaves the team

Beyond the veil
I watch the line extend
A helping hand withdraws
The line again

Given time to discuss these points with
Outside help I could still these friends in my
Heading out to the trees I see myself

Is that an angel on its side
Next to the postman drifting by
I once had a dream that I could fly
Into the trees

It’s time to brood
Put up the walls of sound
And practice all the finer points
Of falling down

I’ll put aside
The calculated eyes
The even tempered smile
Collapse again