A
dreaded sunny day
So
I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats
& Yeats are on your side
A
dreaded sunny day
So
I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats
& Yeats are on your side
While
Wilde is on mine
So
we go inside
&
we gravely read the stones
All
those people all those lives
Where
are they now?
With
the loves & hates
&
passions just like mine
They
were born
&
then they lived & then they died
seems
so unfair
&
I want to cry
You
say:
"ere thrice the sun done salutation to
the dawn"
&
you claim these words as your own
But
I've read well, & I've heard them said
100
times, maybe less, maybe more
If
you must write prose & poems
The
words you use should be your own
Don't
plagiarize or take "on loans"
There's
always someone, somewhere
With
a big nose, who knows
&
who trips you up & laughs
When
you fall
Who'll
trip you up & laugh
When
you fall
You
say:
"ere long done do does did"
words
which could only be your own
&
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
&
I meet you at the cemetery gates
Oh
Keats & Yeats are on your side
A
dreaded sunny day
So
let's go where we're wanted
&
I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats
& Yeats are on your side
But
you lose because Wilde is on mine
Morrissey/Marr
1985
Morrissey/Marr
1985
Oh.....Morrissey!! Was hoping you would do him on his birthday in May but saw that you did him last year!
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