marthienel's picture



Liner Notes: 

the quietest rage you'll ever hear....


© 2020 Cindy Prince

Though he wanted a record
He never made it to the end
Dylan had no words left
For either foe or friend

He was known for his drinking
And the White Horse Tavern
It was just as deadly
As a bloody sharp dagger

Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Perhaps he meant it until that last night
For some unknown reason he gave up the fight

They say his ghost lingers at his table
Was his death factual or fable?

Some say it was the liquor
Some say it was pneumonia
But he never regained consciousness
And died while in a coma

Repeat chorus

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Tim Fatchen's picture

Some things are just unanswerable. I really, really like--and get--that chorus Marthie. I wonder how many younger people realise the extent to which they're missing out, with the disappearance of poetry teaching and exposure in schools, and the wonders of such things as Under Milk Wood. On a tangent again, I plead age. Marthie, this is gentle, lovely, sad and questioning. Very well done.

cindyrella's picture

Wonderful Marthie! I love how you did my chorus too and I also wonderful what younger generations are missing out on. My Mother could recite so many poems by memory. So sad and tender and beautiful!

billwhite51's picture

it is not onlly the sublime work of the great poets that the kids are missing out onlan thomas, but the pleasure of popular arts as well. in past decades,, the average person knew most of the best selling novels, as well as most ot the songs on the radio. now everyonesis in their own bubble and there is no culture, popular or classic. this evocation of dylan thomas, both lyrically and musicallly, is a potrait of a lost age ...of literature, poetry, and humanity taking itself seriously..sometimes too seriously for the artist to endure. fabulous work from both of you,