Cemetry Gates versuri

Versuri The Smiths – Cemetry Gates lyrics

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now?
With-a loves and hates and passions just like mine
They were born, and then they lived
And then they died
Seems so unfair, I want to cry

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
If you must write prose and 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

[Verse 4]
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

[Chorus]
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
‘Cause whale blubber Wilde is on m-mine (Sugar)

Written by: Morrissey / Johnny Marr