Words: dylan thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on it's way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

• All Tomorrow's Parties
• Cable Hogue
• Caribbean Sunset
• Coyote
• Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
• European Son
• Femme Fatale
• Hallelujah
• Hedda Gabler
• Heroin
• I'll Be Your Mirror
• I'm Waiting for The Man
• King Harry
• Leaving It up to You
• Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed
• Memphis
• My Maria
• On a Wedding Anniversary
• Pablo Picasso
• Queen Victoria
• Run Run Run
• Sabotage
• So Long, Marianne
• Sunday Morning
• The Academy in Peril
• The Black Angel's Death Song
• The Soul of Carmen Miranda
• The Soul of Patrick Lee
• There She Goes Again
• There Was a Saviour
• Venus in Furs