Cemetry Gates (Demo)
The Smiths"Cemetry Gates (Demo)" is a song by The Smiths, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:12 long and contains 42 lines and 268 words.
Lyrics
0:10A dreaded sunny day
0:12So I meet you at the cemetery gates
0:14Keats and yeats are on your side
0:20A dreaded sunny day
0:21So I meet you at the cemetery gates
0:24Keats and yeats are on your side
0:28While wilde is on mine
0:34So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
0:37All those people all those lives
0:39Where are they now
0:42With the loves and hates
0:44And passions just like mine
0:46They were born
0:47And then they lived and then they died
0:50Seems so unfair
0:53And I want to cry
0:55You say ere thrice the sun done 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 and poems
1:16The words you use should be your own
1:18Don't plagiarise or take on loans
1:23There's always someone somewhere
1:25With a big nose who knows
1:28And who trips you up and laughs
1:29When you fall
1:32Who'll trip you up and laugh
1:34When you fall
1:36You say ere long done do does did
1:42Words which could only be your own
1:46And then you then produce the text
1:49From whence was ripped some dizzy whore 1804
1:55A dreaded sunny day
1:56So let's go where we're happy
1:57And I meet you at the cemetery gates
1:59Oh keats and yeats are on your side
2:04A dreaded sunny day
2:05So let's go where we're wanted
2:06And I meet you at the cemetery gates
2:08Keats and yeats are on your side
2:12But you lose because weird lover wilde is on mine
A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetery 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 the loves and hates And passions just like mine They were born And then they lived and then they died Seems so unfair And 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 and poems The words you use should be your own Don't plagiarise or take on loans 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 you 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 the cemetery 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 cemetery gates Keats and yeats are on your side But you lose because weird lover wilde is on mine
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