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 its 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.
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- M:FANS
- Shifty Adventures in Nookie Wood
- Music For A New Society
- Honi Soit
- Fear
- Paris 1919
- Vintage Violence
- Miscellaneous
- Songs For Drella
- The Island Years
- Last Day On Earth
- Sabotage/Live
- White Light / White Heat
- Broken Hearts (Live)
- Music for a New Society/M:FANS
- The Bottom Line Archive Series: In Their Own Words Vol. 2
- Compilation
- Vintage Violence (Bonus Track Version)
- Artificial Intelligence
- Living With You