Cemetry Gates (2011 Remaster)
The Smiths"Cemetry Gates (2011 Remaster)" is a song by The Smiths, released in 2001 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:16 long and contains 48 lines and 268 words.
Lyrics
0:00Cemetry Gates - The Smiths (史密斯乐团)
0:10A dreaded sunny day
0:11So I meet you at cemetry gates
0:14Keats and Yeats are on your side
0:19A dreaded sunny day
0:20So I meet you at cemetry gates
0:23Keats and Yeats are on your side
0:27While Wilde is on mine
0:33So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
0:36All those people all those lives
0:38Where are they now
0:41With loves and hates
0:43And passions just like mine
0:45They were born
0:46And then they lived
0:47And then they died
0:49It seems so unfair
0:52I want to cry
0:54You say: "'Ere thrice the sun
0:56Done salutation to the dawn"
0:59And you claim these words as your own
1:04But I've read well and I've heard them said
1:08A hundred times (maybe less maybe more)
1:13If you must write prose poems
1:15The words you use should be your own
1:17Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
1:21'Cause there's always someone somewhere
1:24With a big nose who knows
1:26And who trips you up and laughs
1:28When you fall
1:30Who'll trip you up and laugh
1:33When you fall
1:35You say: "'Ere long done do does did"
1:40Words which could only be your own
1:44And then produce the text
1:46From whence was ripped
1:48(Some dizzy whore 1804)
1:53A dreaded sunny day
1:55So let's go where we're happy
1:56And I meet you at cemetry gates
1:58Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side
2:02A dreaded sunny day
2:04So let's go where we're wanted
2:05And I meet you at cemetry gates
2:07Keats and Yeats are on your side
2:11But you lose
2:12'Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine
2:16Sure
Cemetry Gates - The Smiths (史密斯乐团) A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at 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 and hates And 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 And I meet you at 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 cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side But you lose 'Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine Sure
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