IN THE DARKNESS

I cannot sleep, my neighbor’s on a tear,
Darkness has fallen at the end of day.
Stop, stop your caterwauling over there.

I have to work tomorrow, you don’t care,
and you won’t listen to a word I say!
I cannot sleep, my neighbor’s on a tear,

I’d love to shut you up, but I don’t dare,
the officers would come; take me away,
Stop, stop your caterwauling over there.

I’d understand if you were dying there,
your rage against the night would be okay,
I cannot sleep, my neighbor’s on a tear,

The dying of the light is not so rare
to have you shouting all the live-long day!
Stop, stop your caterwauling over there.

You dirty mother, you’re starting to wear
upon my nerves, now at the close of day
I cannot sleep, my neighbor’s on a tear,
Stop, stop your caterwauling over there.

QUICKLY IN SEPTEMBER P.A.D. – DAY 16: THE SEQUEL to

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by 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 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 that 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.