Date: Sun, 16 Jun 1996 22:05:01 -0700
From: Simon Whitaker
DO NOT GO GENTLY
By Weddings Parties Anything
Written by Michael Thomas
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VERSE 1
[G]To the bar he g[Em]oes in his half grown b[Am]eard
and his w[C]orkman's clothes
T[G]ill closing ti[Em]me he will sit and t[Am]hink of the things
that [C]he did in his [D]prime
When his h[C]air was longer, and h[Em]is ideals were [Am]stronger
[C] before he l[D]et things pass
When he tho[C]ught he was the v[D]oice of the wo[C]rking cl[G]ass
he really t[C]hought he was the [D]voice of the w[C]orking c[G]lass
VERSE 2
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
BRIDGE
[G]But O[C]h! the [D]memor[C]ies, of w[G]ild nights s[C]pent in Ca[D]rlton b[C]ars
[G]And o[C]h the t[D]ales he t[C]ells, of d[G]exydri[C]n and bo[D]rrowed c[C]ars
[G]His h[C]ands they s[D]hake, his ey[C]es they gl[G]aze
He ex[C]agger[D]ates his W[C]hitlam d[G]ays
We a[C]ll grow [D]old, we a[C]ll get [G]fat
Pray to [C]God we d[D]on't all [C]go like t[D]hat
VERSE 3
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
REPEAT
Transcribed by Simon Whitaker [email protected]
From: Simon Whitaker
DO NOT GO GENTLY
By Weddings Parties Anything
Written by Michael Thomas
--------------------------
VERSE 1
[G]To the bar he g[Em]oes in his half grown b[Am]eard
and his w[C]orkman's clothes
T[G]ill closing ti[Em]me he will sit and t[Am]hink of the things
that [C]he did in his [D]prime
When his h[C]air was longer, and h[Em]is ideals were [Am]stronger
[C] before he l[D]et things pass
When he tho[C]ught he was the v[D]oice of the wo[C]rking cl[G]ass
he really t[C]hought he was the [D]voice of the w[C]orking c[G]lass
VERSE 2
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
BRIDGE
[G]But O[C]h! the [D]memor[C]ies, of w[G]ild nights s[C]pent in Ca[D]rlton b[C]ars
[G]And o[C]h the t[D]ales he t[C]ells, of d[G]exydri[C]n and bo[D]rrowed c[C]ars
[G]His h[C]ands they s[D]hake, his ey[C]es they gl[G]aze
He ex[C]agger[D]ates his W[C]hitlam d[G]ays
We a[C]ll grow [D]old, we a[C]ll get [G]fat
Pray to [C]God we d[D]on't all [C]go like t[D]hat
VERSE 3
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
REPEAT
Transcribed by Simon Whitaker [email protected]
