Rest in peace mark e Smith. You changed my life as you changed so many of our lives. You’d hate this but it’s true. You are hip priest. Roman totale lives on!
Not sure if I got the intended meaning of the lyrics but the words did evoke memories of my dear departed father... A 1920s Great Depression child who saw much poverty, war and human suffering, yet he still always had time for and dedication to his family. Always a trier, rarely gave up on any thing except, in the last few years of his life, as he surrendered to the finality of death, he would often say, "Ive lived too long." He had lost the will to go on after losing his wife (my mother) years earlier and the children were all grown adults. So sad to see him end this way. Anyway, thanks for the song, Mark E. Smith and band (The Fall). Full of melancholia but with a gentle acceptance of the inevitable.
Crow's feet are ingrained on my face And I'm living too late Try to wash the black off my face, but it's ingrained And I'm living too late Sleepless, in-control spleen Agreed ace family Must have stump tripod in the genes I'm immune to things In my dreams I saw 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 24-hour clock watch And I'm living too late Think Sometimes life is like a new bar Plastic seats, beer below par Food with no taste, music grates 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 The daylight: I see trouble on the streets Fearing catastrophe to meet Walk down the devil's boulevard But still, my heart is hard... They say them cellars were't even black But I know they're wrong Think it's one Been Living Too Long Eyes like two TV screens Continual open Feel no pain I live again I'm super sad sweet sad Line is cracked Vision gone I'm living too long)
Mark yes, prestwich a most definite no. Sorry but truth hurts. Even 'zoe' from Wythenshaw showed me how even that place is better. now as THAT anything to be proud of? Can we just leave it as Salford, Lancashire like mark did please, cause I personally never left Lancashire, not even when Manchester became greater.
saw them at the seymour theatre circa 1987 wtih Michael Clark - smashing - I'm frae 'Aberdeen This song was so raw and aggressive then - unlike the album version
Thought the great man MES could have done without the high pitched vocals at certain points to spoil ,but thats just him,and when all is said and done you love it anyway best band eva,but toss up with the Cramps when drunk.