Smiths - Cemetry Gates Lyrics
A dreaded sunny dayI meet you at the cemetry gatesKeats and yeats are on your sideA dreaded sunny daySo i meet you at the cemetry gatesKeats and yeats are on your sideWhile wilde is on mineSo we go inside and we gravely read the stonesAll those people all those livesWhere are they now ?With loves, with hatesWith passions just like mineThey were bornAnd then they livedAnd then they diedIt seems so unfairOh, i want to cryYou say : "'ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"And you claim these words as your ownBut i've read well, and i've heard them saidA hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)If you must write prose and poemsThe word you use should be your ownDon't plagiarise or take "on loan"There's always someone, somewhereWith a big nose, who knowsAnd trips you up and laughsWhen you fallWho'll trip you up and laughWhen you fallYou say : "long done do does did"Words which could only be your ownAnd then produce the textFrom whence was ripped(some dizzy whore, 1804)A dreaded sunny daySo let's go where we're happyAnd i meet you at the cemetry gatesOh, keats and yeats are on your sideA dreaded sunny daySo let's go where we're wantedAnd i meet you at the cemetry gatesKeats and yeats are on your sideBut you lose'cause weird lover wilde is on mineSure !