Over een maand wordt Bob Dylan 80 jaar. Ter voorbereiding op die dag houdt de VPRO al het hele jaar de BOBcast.
En is bij het muziektijdschrift Uncute het coververhaal over de bard geschreven. Op de bijgevoegde cd van Uncut is Too Late te horen. Als vooruitgeschoven nummer voor de Bootleg Series over de Infidels-jaren?
Rond Dylans 80e verjaardag verschijnt een nieuw boek van Tom Willems: Bob Dylan in Nederland 1965 - 1984. Om naar uit te kijken. Tom heeft al een aantal exemplaren thuis afgeleverd gekregen.
Tien jaar geleden organiseerden een handvol Groningse Dylan-fans het NoordNederlandsDYLANfestivaL. Ter gelegenheid van Dylan's 70e verjaardag. En dat in Mussel. Of het festival een vervolg krijgt, weet ik niet. Informatie daarover ben ik nog niet tegen gekomen.
Too Late, dat zit me nog wel hoog. Op het internet ciruleren al uitgewerkte lyrics. Zoals op het discussieplatform van ExpectingRain.com:
Too Late
Well there was a man, 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 involved, think both of ‘em were wearing veils
I said it was a natural situation, then he reached too high
Tumbled back to the ground
You know what they say about being nice to people on the way up
Sooner or later you might meet ‘em coming 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 Cafe Royale
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 is driven in.
Well 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 he touched
He gave money to the Church and foundations of research
He’s not someone you can play around with too much.
There’s Rose in a play (?) from a spinning boat side of the lake
She’s rough to look at but she’s safe
She’ll feed you coconut bread, and spiced buns in bed
And you won’t have to worry about sleepin’ with your head face down in a grave.
Well it’s too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late too too late to bring him back.
Well, they’ll 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 going crazy from carrying a burden never meant to be yours
From the stage they’ll be throwing the bums (?) to the ground
A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say, well boys, thanks
They like to take all this money from sin, build big castles to study in
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
Nog een maand, en dan is de man 80.
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