Cemetry Gates (Live in London, 1986)
The Smiths"Cemetry Gates (Live in London, 1986)" ist ein Song von The Smiths, 2001, Pop. Der Song dauert 2:17, 48 lines / 275 words.
Songtext
0:00Cemetary Gates (2011 Remastered Version) - The Smiths (史密斯乐团)
0:12A dreaded sunny day
0:13So I meet you at the cemetry gates
0:16Keats and Yeats are on your side
0:21A dreaded sunny day
0:22So I meet you at the cemetry gates
0:25Keats and Yeats are on your side
0:29While Wilde is on mine
0:34So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
0:38All those people all those lives
0:40Where are they now
0:42With loves with hates
0:45With passions just like mine
0:47They were born
0:48And then they lived
0:49And then they died
0:51It seems so unfair
0:53I want to cry
0:55You say: "'Ere thrice the sun
0:57Done salutation to the dawn"
1:00And you claim these words as your own
1:05But I've read well and I've heard them said
1:09A hundred times (maybe less maybe more)
1:14If you must write prose poems
1:16The words you use should be your own
1:18Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
1:22'Cause there's always someone somewhere
1:25With a big nose who knows
1:27And who trips you up and laughs
1:29When you fall
1:31Who'll trip you up and laugh
1:34When you fall
1:36You say: "'Ere long done do does did"
1:41Words which could only be your own
1:45And then produce the text
1:47From whence was ripped
1:49(Some dizzy whore 1804)
1:54A dreaded sunny day
1:55So let's go where we're happy
1:57I meet you at the cemetry gates
1:58Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side
2:03A dreaded sunny day
2:04So let's go where we're wanted
2:06And I meet you at the cemetry gates
2:08Keats and Yeats are on your side
2:11But you lose
2:12'Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine
2:17Shut up
Cemetary Gates (2011 Remastered Version) - The Smiths (史密斯乐团) A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side While Wilde is on mine So we go inside and we gravely read the stones All those people all those lives Where are they now With loves with hates With passions just like mine They were born And then they lived And then they died It seems so unfair I want to cry You say: "'Ere thrice the sun Done salutation to the dawn" And you claim these words as your own But I've read well and I've heard them said A hundred times (maybe less maybe more) If you must write prose poems The words you use should be your own Don't plagiarise or take "on loan" 'Cause there's always someone somewhere With a big nose who knows And who trips you up and laughs When you fall Who'll trip you up and laugh When you fall You say: "'Ere long done do does did" Words which could only be your own And then produce the text From whence was ripped (Some dizzy whore 1804) A dreaded sunny day So let's go where we're happy I meet you at the cemetry gates Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day So let's go where we're wanted And I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side But you lose 'Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine Shut up
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