Too Much
jellyfish Lyrics


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Say goodnight, your song is through
Faint refrain we hardly knew
Comes crashin' against the drunken waters of this wake when I hesitate
Because all I can say is "Too much, too little, too late."

Farewell, you fool
Spare me the punch line please,
I learned it well at Sunday school

Way back when all you loved was the grease paint, not the collection plate
So much for the funny face
Because all I can say is "Too much, too little, too late."

Remember when murder was only killing time
And an axe to grind (to grind, it was) was a bitter gulp of strychnine?

What happened to the Musketeers of chesterfields?
Tobacco swords behind smoky shields

Say goodnight (goodnight)
Old song (so long)
You're through (set the needle back and hum a new tune)
Faint refrain (refrain)
Make room (so soon, so soon)
For new (until the hook can pull the bridge into view)

Spare me the vague, not-so-clever couplets
The ones I would have loved when I was you

'Cause now all I can say is "Too much, too little..."




And all I can feel, feels like the heaviest weight
'Cause all I can say is "Too much, too little, too late."

Overall Meaning

Jellyfish's "Too Much Too Little Too Late" is a nostalgic ballad that tells a story of a singer bidding adieu to an old song. The song's lyrics are significant in the sense that they artistically portray an artist's struggle to detach themselves from their musical creations, even when they are no longer relevant. The opening lines, "Say goodnight, your song is through; Faint refrain we hardly knew," suggest that the song was short-lived and didn't get much fame. The metaphor of "Comes crashin' against the drunken waters of this wake when I hesitate" implies that the musician was hesitant to let go of the song.


The lines "Way back when all you loved was the grease paint, not the collection plate" suggest that the musician initially created music for the love of the art and not for profit. However, they have come to realize that their creations cannot always be successful, as they continue to be haunted by the memory of failed masterpieces. The lines "Spare me the punch line please, I learned it well at Sunday school" suggest that even the singer knows the predictability of their art and that they have seen better days in the past. The song's catchy hook "Too much, too little, too late" sums up the sentiment that the singer is feeling - an overwhelming sense of loss and regret at the end of a musical era.


Line by Line Meaning

Say goodnight, your song is through
It's time to end your performance


Faint refrain we hardly knew
The melody was weak and forgettable


Comes crashin' against the drunken waters of this wake when I hesitate
Interrupted by the emotional and intoxicated nature of the situation, struggling to express my thoughts


Because all I can say is "Too much, too little, too late."
It's too late now, and the circumstances are far from ideal


Farewell, you fool
Saying goodbye to someone acting foolishly


Spare me the punch line please,
Please don't try to make a joke out of this


I learned it well at Sunday school
I'm not amused by your attempt at humor


Way back when all you loved was the grease paint, not the collection plate
Once you only cared about performing, not about following religious practices


So much for the funny face
Your clown persona is irrelevant now


Because all I can say is "Too much, too little, too late."
It's too late now, and the circumstances are far from ideal


Remember when murder was only killing time
Recalling a period when killing time was the only thing to worry about


And an axe to grind (to grind, it was) was a bitter gulp of strychnine?
Rhetorical question - is it possible that we've become so desensitized that we actually enjoyed something as unpleasant as swallowing poison?


What happened to the Musketeers of chesterfields?
Where did the charismatic and carefree personalities go?


Tobacco swords behind smoky shields
Blowing smoke and pretending to be strong


Say goodnight (goodnight)
It's time to end this interaction


Old song (so long)
This topic has been played out and needs to be abandoned


You're through (set the needle back and hum a new tune)
You've reached the end of the line, change your approach to the situation and create something new


Faint refrain (refrain)
Weak melody (repetition)


Make room (so soon, so soon)
It's time to move on and create something new quickly


For new (until the hook can pull the bridge into view)
In order to build something stronger, we need to wait for the right moment


Spare me the vague, not-so-clever couplets
I'm unimpressed by your lackluster rhymes


The ones I would have loved when I was you
If I were in a different mindset, I may appreciate this type of wordplay


'Cause now all I can say is "Too much, too little..."
The current circumstances prevent me from responding effectively


And all I can feel, feels like the heaviest weight
Overwhelming emotions weighing me down


'Cause all I can say is "Too much, too little, too late."
It's too late now, and the circumstances are far from ideal




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Written by: ANDY STURMER, ROGER MANNING

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