Smiths - Cemetery Gates lyrics
rate meA dreaded sunny day <br />
so I meet you at the cemetery gates<br />
Keats and Yeats are on your side<br />
<br />
A dreaded sunny day <br />
so I meet you at the cemetery gates<br />
Keats and Yeats are on your side<br />
while Wilde is on mine<br />
<br />
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones<br />
all those people all those lives<br />
where are they now?<br />
with the loves and hates<br />
and passions just like mine<br />
they were born <br />
and then they lived and then they died<br />
seems so unfair<br />
and I want to cry<br />
<br />
You say: "ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"<br />
and you claim these words as your own<br />
but I've read well, and I've heard them said<br />
a hundred times, maybe less, maybe more<br />
<br />
If you must write prose and poems<br />
the words you use should be your own<br />
don't plagiarise or take "on loans"<br />
there's always someone, somewhere<br />
with a big nose, who knows<br />
and who trips you up and laughs<br />
when you fall<br />
who'll trip you up and laugh<br />
when you fall<br />
<br />
You say: "ere long done do does did"<br />
words which could only be your own <br />
and then you then produce the text<br />
from whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804<br />
<br />
A dreaded sunny day <br />
so let's go where we're happy<br />
and I meet you at the cemetery gates<br />
Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side<br />
<br />
A dreaded sunny day <br />
so let's go where we're wanted <br />
and I meet you at the cemetery gates<br />
Keats and Yeats are on your side<br />
but you lose because Wilde is on mine
