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Today is a good day for me. I've just let go the fact that things out of my control aren't out of others. Sounds odd but, it's for me to understand and others to ponder or click on the 'X' in the right-hand corner of this window. My friends at work have started my birthday weekend well. I'm glad for that. There are plans in the works that I'm not aware of yet at home. My birthday is landing on Mother's Day this year. I was born on Mother's Day, those few years ago *grin*. I am a mother as well so it must be kizmit *haha*. I decided to show my happiness by "loaning" The Smiths. I could use so many lyrics but this is one of the few songs that Morrissey seems happy and pleased with the world. I want to show that I'm feeling his enthusiasm too! Enjoy...sing along if you know the tune. *big happy smile*

"Cemetry Gates"; The Smiths- The Queen Is Dead
words by Steven Patrick Morrissey

A dreaded sunny day; So I'll meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day; So I'll 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
Seems so unfair,
I want to cry.

You say: "ere thrice the sun hath 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 and poems
The words you use should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
`Cause there's always some-one, some-where
With a big nose, who knows
And who trips you up and laugh 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 you produce the text, from whence was ripped
(some dizzy whore eighteen hundred and four)

A dreaded sunny day; So let's go where we're happy
And I'll meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day; So let's go where we're wanted
And I'll meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
But you lose
Because the love of Wilde is on mine *wink*
holla@me posted by MobiusRazor at 10:31