Do Not Go Gently Lyrics

Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 22:05:01 -0700
From: Simon Whitaker
DO NOT GO GENTLY
By Weddings Parties Anything
To the bar he goes in his half grown beard
and his workman's clothes
Till closing time he will sit and think of the things
that he did in his prime
When his hair was longer, and his ideals were stronger
before he let things pass
When he thought he was the voice of the working class
he really thought he was the voice of the working class
But the years rolled by and they took their toll
one grows tired and one grows old
looks for a temporary situation
might as well wait for his superanuation
Now he hardly thinks of a manuscript he wrote
he sits and drinks in a Fitzroy pub
and refuses to admit that he has missed the boat
He refuses to admit that he has missed the boat
But Oh! the memories, of wild nights spent in Carlton bars
And oh the tales he tells, of dexydrin and borrowed cars
His hands they shake, his eyes they glaze
He exaggerates his Whitlam days
We all grow old, we all get fat
Pray to God we don't all go like that
As the night rolls on and it's getting late
So it's off home to house he hates
For the restless sleep on the clean white sheets
and the morning when his head will ache
just it time to catch a train
and start the whole thing fresh again
But is fresh the word you'd use?
Not much to win, much too much to lose
CHORUS (chords as bridge)
Do not go gently, do not go sad
Do not go gently, do not go sad
Do not go gently, do not go sad
Do not go gently, do not go sad