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Too Late 1

Bob Dylan © 1983 Special Rider Music

("early version" of Foot Of Pride)


23 Apr 1983
SPRINGTIME IN NEW YORK: THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 16 / 1980-1985 #1
DYLAN ...REVISITED [Uncut issue June 2021]

Infidels session 12, Power Station NYC - 23.apr.1983, acoustic version 
Uncut version is edited, 4 first verses only

Whether there was a murder, I don't know, I can't say
I was visiting a friend in jail
There were only two women at the scene at the time
Neither one of those saw a thing, both of 'em were wearin' a veil.
They said it was a natural situation
That he reached too high and tumbled back to the ground
You know what they say about bein' nice to people on the way up
Sooner or later you might meet 'em comin' down.

Well it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back.

He got a brother named Paul, hangin' out at the Cafˇ Royal
Where all the company is mixed
Pretty to look at, he wants someone to throw the book at
But you know he drinks and drinks can be fixed.
Sing me one more song about your summer romance
Or maybe that one about your one night stand with Errol Flynn
In these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more stupid thing to me before the final nail's driven in.

You know it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late to bring him back.

Doctor Silver Spoon from the ecstasy ballroom
He's a retired businessman who feeds off everyone in touch
He gives money to the church and foundations for research
He's not someone you can play around with too much.
Miss Rosetta Blake from a steamer boat at the lake (*)
She's rough to look at but she's straight
She'll feed you coconut bread and spiced buns in bed
If you won't have to worry about sleepin' with your head face down in the plate.

Well it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too too late to bring him back.

Gonna arrange to see a man tonight
He'll tell you some secret things that you think might open some doors
How to enter in the gates of paradise, no not really
More like goin' crazy from carryin' a burden never meant to be yours.
On the stage they'll be doin' the bumps and the grinds
A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand, say, well boys thanks
They like to take all this money from sin, build big castles to study in
And sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks.

Well it's too late to bring him back
[ Too late, too late, too late, too too late to bring him back. ]

They got some serious people out there man
They can ring your bell and show you how to hold your tongue
They don't come to party man
They kill babies in the crib and they say only the good die young
They don't believe in mercy
And judgment on 'em is somethin' that you'll never see
They put your face on a postage stamp, turn your home into an armed camp
Anyway they want you, that's the way you'll be.

Yes I loved him too
I can still see him in my mind climbin' up that hill
Or was it a wall I don't recall
It don't matter at all, and it never will.
Ain't nothin' left here partner
Just the dust of fools that have left their mark in spades
From now on this will be where you're from, let the dead bury the dead, your time will come
Feel that hot iron glowin' as you raise the shade.

Oh it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too too late to bring him back.   
    
(*)see "full band" version below and "text cuts" of lyrics in Terry Gans' book "Surviving in a Ruthless World", pp.135-153
   or alternate transcription from Eyolf Østrem's dylanchord.com.

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Too Late 2


23 Apr 1983
SPRINGTIME IN NEW YORK: THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 16 / 1980-1985 #2

 Infidels session 12, Power Station NYC - 23.apr.1983, "band version" 

Well whether there was a murder, I don't know, I wasn't there
I was busy visiting a friend in jail
There were just two women on the scene at the time
Neither one saw a thing, both of 'em were wearin' veils.
They said it was a natural situation
He reached too high and tumbled back to the ground
You know what they say about bein' nice to people on your way up
You might meet 'em again on your way back down.

But it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back.

He had a brother named Paul, hangin' out at the Cafˇ Royal
Where Miss Dolly plays and the reviews have been mixed
Well he's pretty to look at, lookin' for someone to throw the book at
But you know he drinks and drinks can be fixed.
Sing me one more song about your summer romance
I know you don't know Motherless Children, sing me the one about you an' Errol Flynn
In these times of compassion when conformity's a fashion
Say one more stupid thing to me before the final nail's driven in.

You know it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too too late to bring him back.

Doctor Silver Spoon from the Empress ballroom
He's a retired businessman who feeds off everyone in touch
Gives money to the church and foundations for research
He's not someone you can play around with too much.
But then there's Rosetta Blake who's been both sides of the lake
She's rough to look at but she's righteously straight
She'll feed you coconut bread and spiced buns in bed
You won't have to worry about sleepin' face down with your head in the plate.

Well it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back.

You'll arrange to see your man tonight
Who tells you some secret things you think might open some doors
How to enter the gates of paradise, no not really
More like to go crazy from carryin' a burden never meant to be yours.
From the stage they'll be doin' the bumps and the grinds
A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand an' say thanks
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in
And sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks.

But it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back.

They got some serious people out there man
They can ring your bell and show you how to hold your tongue
They don't come to party man
They kill babies in the crib, say only the good die young
They don't believe in mercy
And judgment on them is somethin' you'll never see
They can put your face on a postage stamp, turn your home into an armed camp
Anyway they want you, that's the way you'll be.

But it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back.

Yes I loved him too
I still see him in my mind climbin' up that hill
Or was it a wall I don't recall
It don't matter at all, honey, and it never will.
Ain't nothin' left here partner
Just the dust of fools that have left their mark in spades
From now on this will be where you're from, let the dead bury the dead, your time will come
Feel that hot iron glowin' now as you raise the shade.

But it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back.   
    

Recording dates & record list

23 Apr 1983 1SPRINGTIME IN NEW YORK: THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 16 / 1980-1985 #1
DYLAN ...REVISITED (UNCUT June 2021 issue)
23 Apr 1983 2SPRINGTIME IN NEW YORK: THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 16 / 1980-1985 #2