{"id":557,"date":"2006-10-12T09:04:00","date_gmt":"2006-10-12T09:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nolligan.co.uk\/SU\/?p=557"},"modified":"2006-10-12T09:04:00","modified_gmt":"2006-10-12T09:04:00","slug":"it-may-all-end-tomorrow-a-smiths-and-morrissey-website","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nolligan.ie\/SU\/it-may-all-end-tomorrow-a-smiths-and-morrissey-website\/","title":{"rendered":"It May All End Tomorrow: A Smiths And Morrissey Website"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Cemetery Gates by the Smiths<\/b><\/p>\n

A dreaded sunny day
\nso I meet you at the cemetry gates
\nKeats and Yeats are on your side<\/p>\n

A dreaded sunny day
\nso I meet you at the cemetery gates
\nKeats and Yeats are on your side
\nwhile Wilde is on mine<\/p>\n

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
\nall those people all those lives
\nwhere are they now ?
\nwith loves, and hates
\nand passions just like mine
\nthey were born
\nand then they lived and then they died
\nwhich seems so unfair
\nand I want to cry<\/p>\n

You say: “ere thrice the sun hath done, salutation to the dawn”<\/i>
\nand you claim these words as your own
\nbut I’m well-read, have heard them said
\na hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
\nif you must write prose\/poems
\nthe words you use should be your own
\ndont plagiarise or take “on loans”
\nthere’s always someone, somewhere
\nwith a big nose, who knows
\nand who trips you up and laughs
\nwhen you fall<\/p>\n

You say: “ere long done do does did “<\/i>
\nwords which could only be your own
\nyou then produce the text
\nfrom whence was ripped
\n(some dizzy whore, 1804)<\/p>\n

A dreaded sunny day
\nso let’s go where we’re happy
\nso I meet you at the cemetry gates
\nKeats and Yeats are on your side<\/p>\n

A dreaded sunny day
\nso let’s go where we’re wanted
\nso I meet you at the cemetry gates
\nKeats and Yeats are on your side
\nbut you lose
\nbecause Wilde is on mine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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