Cemetry Gates (Live in Boston)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:01 duration
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๐ Lyrics
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 and hates
With passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
Seems so unfair
I want to cry
You say, "Ere thrice the sun hath 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 or poems
The words you use should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take on loan
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
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 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
Weird lover Wilde is on mine
You have good taste, thank you
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 and hates
With passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
Seems so unfair
I want to cry
You say, "Ere thrice the sun hath 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 or poems
The words you use should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take on loan
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
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 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
Weird lover Wilde is on mine
You have good taste, thank you
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.42] A dreaded sunny day
[00:12.71] So I meet you at the cemetry gates
[00:15.26] Keats and Yeats are on your side
[00:20.16] A dreaded sunny day
[00:21.15] So I meet you at the cemetry gates
[00:23.81] Keats and Yeats are on your side
[00:27.67] While Wilde is on mine
[00:32.82] So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
[00:36.10] All those people, all those lives
[00:38.44] Where are they now?
[00:40.52] With loves and hates
[00:42.87] With passions just like mine
[00:45.09] They were born
[00:45.50] And then they lived
[00:46.61] And then they died
[00:48.62] Seems so unfair
[00:51.02] I want to cry
[00:53.30] You say, "Ere thrice the sun hath done
[00:55.39] Salutation to the dawn"
[00:58.06] And you claim these words as your own
[01:02.16] But I've read well and I've heard them said
[01:06.24] A hundred times, maybe less, maybe more
[01:10.81] If you must write prose or poems
[01:13.17] The words you use should be your own
[01:15.21] Don't plagiarise or take on loan
[01:19.02] There's always someone, somewhere
[01:21.64] With a big nose who knows
[01:23.54] And who trips you up and laughs
[01:25.81] When you fall
[01:27.85] Who'll trip you up and laugh
[01:29.98] When you fall
[01:31.93] You say, "Ere long done do does did"
[01:37.06] Words which could only be your own
[01:40.95] You then produce the text
[01:42.79] From whence was ripped
[01:44.92] Some dizzy whore, 1804
[01:49.46] A dreaded sunny day
[01:50.37] So let's go where we're happy
[01:51.95] And I meet you at the cemetry gates
[01:53.66] Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side
[01:57.90] A dreaded sunny day
[01:59.07] So let's go where we're wanted
[02:00.33] And I meet you at the cemetry gates
[02:02.60] Keats and Yeats are on your side
[02:05.47] But you lose
[02:06.75] Weird lover Wilde is on mine
[02:10.95]
[02:48.03] You have good taste, thank you
[02:50.90]
[00:12.71] So I meet you at the cemetry gates
[00:15.26] Keats and Yeats are on your side
[00:20.16] A dreaded sunny day
[00:21.15] So I meet you at the cemetry gates
[00:23.81] Keats and Yeats are on your side
[00:27.67] While Wilde is on mine
[00:32.82] So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
[00:36.10] All those people, all those lives
[00:38.44] Where are they now?
[00:40.52] With loves and hates
[00:42.87] With passions just like mine
[00:45.09] They were born
[00:45.50] And then they lived
[00:46.61] And then they died
[00:48.62] Seems so unfair
[00:51.02] I want to cry
[00:53.30] You say, "Ere thrice the sun hath done
[00:55.39] Salutation to the dawn"
[00:58.06] And you claim these words as your own
[01:02.16] But I've read well and I've heard them said
[01:06.24] A hundred times, maybe less, maybe more
[01:10.81] If you must write prose or poems
[01:13.17] The words you use should be your own
[01:15.21] Don't plagiarise or take on loan
[01:19.02] There's always someone, somewhere
[01:21.64] With a big nose who knows
[01:23.54] And who trips you up and laughs
[01:25.81] When you fall
[01:27.85] Who'll trip you up and laugh
[01:29.98] When you fall
[01:31.93] You say, "Ere long done do does did"
[01:37.06] Words which could only be your own
[01:40.95] You then produce the text
[01:42.79] From whence was ripped
[01:44.92] Some dizzy whore, 1804
[01:49.46] A dreaded sunny day
[01:50.37] So let's go where we're happy
[01:51.95] And I meet you at the cemetry gates
[01:53.66] Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side
[01:57.90] A dreaded sunny day
[01:59.07] So let's go where we're wanted
[02:00.33] And I meet you at the cemetry gates
[02:02.60] Keats and Yeats are on your side
[02:05.47] But you lose
[02:06.75] Weird lover Wilde is on mine
[02:10.95]
[02:48.03] You have good taste, thank you
[02:50.90]