作词 : Morrissey/Johnny Marr 作曲 : Morrissey/Johnny Marr \"Cemetry Gates\" by MOTY 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 So we go inside and we gravely read the stones All those people all those lives Where are they now? With the loves and hates And passions just like mine They were born And then they lived and then they died Seems so unfair And 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 and poems The words you use should be your own Don't plagiarise or take \"on loans\" 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 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 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 because Wilde is on mine
作词 : Morrissey/Johnny Marr 作曲 : Morrissey/Johnny Marr \"Cemetry Gates\" by MOTY 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 So we go inside and we gravely read the stones All those people all those lives Where are they now? With the loves and hates And passions just like mine They were born And then they lived and then they died Seems so unfair And 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 and poems The words you use should be your own Don't plagiarise or take \"on loans\" 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 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 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 because Wilde is on mine
