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The Smiths - Cemetry Gates "Cemetry Gates" is a classic song by the British alternative rock band, The Smiths. Released in

The Smiths - Cemetry Gates

"Cemetry Gates" is a classic song by the British alternative rock band, The Smiths. Released in 1986 as part of their album "The Queen Is Dead," the track showcases Morrissey's distinctive vocals and Johnny Marr's jangly guitar riffs. Known for their melancholic and introspective lyrics, The Smiths explore themes of love, death, and societal discontent in this particular song.

Members of The Smiths include Morrissey as the lead vocalist, Johnny Marr on guitar and keyboards, Andy Rourke on bass, and Mike Joyce on drums. Together, they crafted a unique blend of indie rock, post-punk, and jangle pop that resonated with audiences worldwide. If you're itching to immerse yourself in the sounds of The Smiths and experience the atmospheric brilliance of "Cemetry Gates," you can easily play and download their music here.

A dreaded sunny day
A dreaded sunny day
A dreaded sunny day
A dreaded sunny day
A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
And passions just like mine
And then they died
And then they lived
And who trips you up and laughs
And you claim these words as your own
But I've read well and I've heard them said
Don't plagiarise or take 'on loan'
From whence was ripped
If you must write prose or poems
Keats and Yeats are on your side
Keats and Yeats are on your side
Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side
Salutation to the dawn"
Seems so unfair
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
So let's go where we're happy
Sure!
There's always someone, somewhere
When you fall
Where are they now?
While Wilde is on mine
Who'll trip you up and laugh
With a big nose who knows
Words which could only be your own
You say: "Ere long done do does did"
You say: "Ere thrice the sun hath done
'Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine
'Some dizzy whore', 1804