Gig review: Boyzone, Glasgow

An incongruous clip of Dylan Thomas’s “rage, rage against the dying of the light”, along with optimistic statements about the next 20 years, suggests that “BZ” may aspire to longevity

. But honestly, with little but amiability, they’ve done well  to last this far.

Do not go gentle into that good night

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.

°°°

N’entre pas sans violence dans cette bonne nuit,

Le vieil âge devrait brûler et s’emporter à la chute du jour ;

Rager, s’enrager contre la mort de la lumière.

Bien que les hommes sages à leur fin sachent que l’obscur est mérité,

Parce que leurs paroles n’ont fourché nul éclair
ils N’entrent pas sans violence dans cette bonne nuit.

Les hommes bons, passée la dernière vague, criant combien clairs

Leurs actes frêles auraient pu danser en une verte baie

Ragent, s’enragent contre la mort de la lumière.

Les hommes violents qui prient et chantèrent le soleil en plein vol,

Et apprenant, trop tard, qu’ils l’ont affligé dans sa course,

N’entrent pas sans violence dans cette bonne nuit.