โหลดเพลง mp3 Cemetry Gates (Live) - The Smiths

Cemetry Gates (Live) - The Smiths (史密斯乐团)
Written by：Johnny Marr/Morrissey
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
And 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