Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas + John Cale

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.


Live, 1987; with the Helmonds Concertkoor and the Metropole Orkest; from `Words For The Dying-The Falkland Suite´; poem by Dylan Thomas, produced by Brian Eno