Cemetry Gates (Demo)

[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 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

[Verse 2]

If you must write prose and 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 trips you up and laughs when you fall

Who trips you up and laughs as you fall

You say, "'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

'Cause whale blubber Wilde is on mine