William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Damien Rice - Volcano (with Lisa Hannigan)
A beautiful and unforgettable song.
Popcorn in slow motion!
Did you know that humans have been eating this fun snack since 4700 BCE?
Lovely instrumentals on this memorable song. I heard this on a local independent radio station and had to look the artist up, especially with lyrics like these:
We are awakened with the axe
Night of the living dead at last
They have begun to shake the dirt
Wiping their shoulders from the earth
I know, I know the nations past
I know, I know they rust at last
They tremble with the nervous thought
Of having been, at last, forgot
Click here for a link to the full lyrics on his official website!