Cemetry Gates (Live in Boston)

Lyrics

[Chorus] 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 [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 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 2] If you must write prose and poems the words you use should be your own Don't plagiarise, don't 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 [Chorus] 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 Whale blubber Wilde is on mine [Talking] You have good taste, thank you