Never Too Late Lyrics

wikipedia excerpt "The video begins with a little girl getting out of bed and dancing in a circle with her parents. Suddenly, the scene cuts to a woman struggling with nurses in a psychiatric hospital, then going back into a room with the little girl and her parents dancing. The scene cuts back to the little girl; her parents let go of her hands and leave, and a man in a sweater approaches her and smiles, then touches her shoulder. The video then begins to cut rapidly back and forth between the woman being restrained in the mental institution and the girl dancing with her parents, who now have tape over their eyes. During this back and forth, the leather restraints turn into arms, bearing the same sleeves as the man in the sweater. The video goes back to the little girl hiding underneath her bed as the man in the sweater flips it. Suddenly the girl and the man are sitting in a similar position as earlier in the video, but the man is frozen and the girl walks towards the camera. Feathers begin to fall from the top of the screen and a man in black with large black wings is shown. The video momentarily cuts back to the institution, where the woman watches a butterfly fly around on numerous medical instruments. The scene once again shifts back to the little girl, who is now sitting in bed with a large amount of black hand prints on and around her; the camera slowly pans out to show the man in the sweater, his hands covered in black paint. The scene suddenly shifts to the man with wings struggling with the man in the sweater as the little girl watches from her bed and black feathers fall on her. The scene shifts back to the mental institution, where feathers are similarly falling on the woman. Her restraints disappear in the form of the man's hands letting go of her. She curls into a ball for several moments, then gets out of bed and walks into the camera,while the feathers form the silhouette of wings around her"

On the road from Perugia to Vasto Someone read some USA news off their phone Three killed in Lafayette, Louisiana in a movie theater Another fucked up day in America And we looked off to the left at the Adriatic Sea And with us the Sonic Youth's first record and Bob Marley And Tenacious D's "The Pick of Destiny" Beautiful hotel last night and my room looked over the pool And I say "Good morning" around 11 AM to Marsha and Neil And now it's late at night in Vasto and from my hotel I hear cars along the highway and some noise from down below An Italian wedding, it won't go away It's like a sauna here, we took a cold jacuzzi And no airports today, these last few drives have been beautiful Fields of sunflowers along the way I picked some Roma tomatoes from a farmer's garden I ate them in the van and invited a child up on stage And I sang while I held her little hand Told her to quit eating sweets, that they were bad for her teeth Took the gum from her hand and put a piece in my mouth and it was really sweet And I invited some guys up on stage cause they had ants in their pants And "This is My First Day and I'm Indian and I Work at a Gas Station" And they danced and they danced We played "The Weeping Song" for Nick Cave and his family The passing of his son has been a daily thing on my mind Since arriving at Heathrow and my guitarist had told me Now the cars keep blowing down the highway And the guys are out at the festival, watching James Blake But I got a ride back, I would've stuck around if I was still 28 But I'm older now and I can't handle being out that late And that's an account of my last few days And oh yeah, I saw a skinny black cat by the sea and I called for him and he dashed away That's an account of my last few days And Marsha took photos of us by the sea and we laughed and then we played That's an account of my last few days And I made the promoter put the barricades closer to the stage And that's an account of my last few days And I've been doing 40 push-ups and 150 sit-ups every single day And that's an account of my last few days And we ate cheese pizza late at night in a wine cellar And we got in our van and we drove away Today we all had a nice dinner with our driver Francesco I asked him how many cups of coffee he drinks a day And he said "Many many many many cappuccinos" And a group of fans came into the restaurant and their eyes popped out of their heads I asked them to join us and we all shook their hands They sat down at the same time, they all said "Wow" And the waiter explained every type of pasta the restaurant had in great detail One looked like a bowtie and one looked like a wheel We all had a nice dinner, me, the band, the fans, and Marsha and Neil And we all went out to the sea, a rare day off for the band and me And I went so far out that I could no longer feel the sand under my feet And I dove down and I touched the bottom and I swam back to the shore Soaked up the sun and came back to the hotel room red as a lobster There were a ton of emails, mostly business but there was one that really touched me That was forwarded to me by Robert, my publicist From a girl named Tanya, okay I'm gonna read it here in just a minute "Hi Robert, this is just a thank-you note to Sun Kil Moon after a truly memorable gig in Manchester. I'm hoping you can pass it on. I've never done this before, written a letter to people who I admire before. But having seen you play at the RNC in Manchester last week, I really just want to say thank you. I've loved the sound of your voice, Mark, since the mid-90's. When I first heard 'Grace Cathedral Park' at 17, it really hit me. The tone of your voice, the sadness of your lyrics, and it felt real and honest. Whilst I suppose I've dipped in and out of your music as people tend to do, but the recent years of Sun Kil Moon have pulled me right back in and my car journeys are usually accompanied by one or another of your albums. I've always wanted to see you play live, but I've always heard too late about the few gigs you've played near me, so the Manchester gig was a big deal for me, a type of 'one day I'll get to hear' thoughts you have and hope will happen. I've seen so many of my musical loves in the last 30 years, and you were one of the few outstanding but one of the most important. I also got to share it with my husband, and my baby growing inside of me reacted with lots of kicks and movement, which made it even more personal for me. When I close my eyes at the concert and listen, it's not so much that it took me back, as the music has moved on and is even more honest and raw, I suppose. But your voice was undoubtedly the same, no gimmicks, just the tone which hasn't changed over the years. It was beautiful. That is, the harmonies with the band, the atmospheres you all created, and how it just felt so special throughout. So I just want to say thank you all. It touched my soul and inspired me, as only good music can do. I'm sure you get lots of these messages and they lose their significance for you over time, and if so that's fine. Natural, even. I guess as the years have passed. But in case it lifts your spirits or gives you any form of pride in what you've collectively achieved, I wanted you to know. Thank you -Tanya from Sheffield, England."