Cemetery Gates: The Smiths

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Only The Smiths could combine an exceedingly groovy piece of music with lyrics about death and plagiarism. Also I will forever regret how over the entire course of writing the story I didn’t somehow use Bigmouth Strikes Again as a scene title.

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 and passions just like mine
They were born and then they lived and then they died
It 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)
If you must write prose/poems the words you use should be your own
Don’t plagiarise or 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)
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 weird lover Wilde is on mine