Intro : (x4)
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery ga tes
Keats and Ye ats are on y our side
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery ga tes
Keats and Ye ats are on y our side
While Wi lde is on m ine
So we go inside and we gravely read the st ones
All those people all those li ves
Where are they now ?
With lo ves, with hates
And passions just like m ine
They were born
And then they li ved
And then they died
Which seems so unfair
And I want to c ry
You say : "ere thrice the sun hath door
Salutation to the d awn"
And you c laim these words as your o wn
But I 'm well read, have h eard them said
A hundred t imes (maybe less, maybe m ore)
If you m ust write prose and poems
The words you use should be your o wn
Don't plagiarise or t ake "on loan "
There's always som eone, somwhere
With a big nose, who kn ows
And who trips you up and la ughs
When you fall
Who'll trip you up and la ugh
When you f all
You say : "ere long done do does did"
W ords which could only be your o wn
You t hen produce the text
From wh ence was ripped
(some dizzy w hore, 1 804)
A dreaded su nny day
So let's go where we're happy
And I meet you at the cemetery g ates
Keats and Ye ats are on y our side
A dreaded su nny day
So let's go where we're wanted
And I meet you at the cemetery ga tes
Keats and Ye ats are on y our side - bu t you lose
While Wi lde is on m ine