Lyrics
Living Too Late
Crow's feet are ingrained on my face
And I'm living too late
Trying to wash the black off of my face, but it's ingrained
And I'm living too late
Think I'm living too late
Sleepless, in control spleen
A grade ace hillbilly must have stump tripod in the genes
I'm immune to things, in my dreams
I soar through the trees
O'er the poison river locks
Talk treacherous would beat
But still my heart it is rock
Finally going through old parasite gate
But there's a twenty-four hour clock watch
And I'm living too late
Think I'm living too late
Sometimes life is like a new bar
Plastic seats, beer below par
Food with no taste, music grates
I'm living too late
I'm living too late
Once talking was my favourite while
But now I know a conversation's end before it's done
Maybe I'm living too long
I'm living too late
I'm living too late
In daylight
I see trouble in the streets
Fearing catastrophe to meet
Walk down the devil's boulevard
But still my heart is hard
They say them cellars were an evil black but I know they're wrong
Think it's one, been living too Long
I'm living too late
Trying to wash crow's feet off my face but it's ingrained
I'm living too late
I'm living too late
Think I'm living too late
I'm living too late
Living Too Long
Try to wash the black off my face but it's ingrate
I’m living too late
Try to wash crow’s feet off my face but it’s in grace
I’m living too late
I’m sleepless, in-control spleen
A great "A" swill-billy
Stone tripod in the genes
Immune to things
I’m finally going through old parasite gate
But there's a 24-hour clock watch
And I'm living too late
I’m living too long
I’m living too late
Break here…
I soar through the trees
Swim the poison river locks
Stalk treacherous ravines
But still my heart is rock
They said my soul is wan, evil and black
But I know they’re wrong
This one been living too long
Try to wash the black off my face but it's ingrazed
And I’m living too late
My eyes like two TV screens
Continual open
Feel no pain,
I’m living again
Once conversation was my favourite while
But I know, I know the end before it’s done
I’m living too long
I’m living too late
I’m living too late
I’m living too long
I’m living too late...break
I cause trouble in the streets
Hoping catastrophe to meet
Down the poison boulevard
But still my heart is hard
Try to wash crows feet off my face but its ingrate
And I’m living too late
They said that soul is wan, evil and gone
But I know they’re wrong
This one been living too long
I’m living too late
I’m living too late
I’m super-sad, street-sad, lineage cracked, midget heart, present gone
I’m living too long
I’m living too long
I’m living too long
Try to wash the black off my face but it's ingrate
And I’m living too late
Break
Commentary
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Footnotes
Sources / Links
- The Annotated Fall: “Living Too Late” [Archived]
- Smith, Mark E. with Austin Collings (2009). Renegade: The Lives and Tales of Mark E. Smith. London: Penguin. (Originally published by Viking, 2008). [Available online in the Internet Archive]
- The Track Record: “Living Too Late”
- Wolstencroft, Simon (2014). You Can Drum But You Can’t Hide. London: Strata Books.
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