“It’s a sunny day…” The SMITHS

“It’s a sunny day…” and The Smiths ‘Cemetery Gates’ song whistles between my ears as my little girl falls asleep in the back seat on the short drive down the west side road. It is a sunny day, between the snow storms of another winter that won’t seem to end, and I’m not entirely surprised by the 8 foot snow pile ramped up at the cemetery gate when I pull in. 

MORE…CLICK: https://palebluereminders.wordpress.com/2011/03/03/smiths-songs-and-cemeteries/

Jack Chamberlain and Tom Gilbert present…The Smiths – Cemetery Gates (indie-vid) www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbBdWNqxkR0

The Smiths – There Ia A Light and It Never Goes Out, “Take me out tonight…” www.youtube.com/watch?v=INgXzChwipY&feature=related

2 thoughts on ““It’s a sunny day…” The SMITHS

  1. Taylor Jamieson on said:

    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

    Sure !

  2. Taylor Jamieson on said:

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