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 »
Cemetry Gates
The Final Gig
by The Smiths
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younger
I would row upon the lake
In the spring I had great hunger
I was Keats I was Blake
My pimpled pencil pains I'd bring
To frogs who sat entranced
My »
Schooldays
The McGarrigle Hour
by Kate & Anna McGarrigle
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you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats' Eremite,
Not even stooping from its »
Choose Something Like a Star
The Little Ginger Club Kid
by Ben Onono
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speechless weeks
Goggling his beloved and reading Keats and reading Dante's
Next if she gave him a sign, he'd send flowers for a time
Then in one magnificent »
Strange Combination
Behind the Trap Door
by T-Bone Burnett
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I heard the pilot saying,
Poems that were written by John Keats and Robert Browning.
But he didn't know the words so,
I suppose that it was »
Illusions in G Major
Eldorado
by Electric Light Orchestra
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has shed its light
And all that's left to warm your breast's the wine we stole tonight
Bottle merchants both of us, overdosed on Keats, we smashed »
Release
High Land, Hard Rain
by Aztec Camera
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Shakespeare
Bring on Byron
We need Shelley, and maybe Keats
Come on Wordsworth
Bring on Browning
Robert Burns, and HG Wells »
Call Up
The Time Machine
by Alan Parsons
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played
lowered me slowly to my grave
The prose that Keats and Yates would save
was for King and Queen not knave
I have no poem that describes my »
Hit Parade
Painting It Red
by The Beautiful South
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Across the San Jacinto
My ride's here..."
Shelley and Keats were out in the street
And even Lord Byron was leaving for Greece
While back »
My Ride's Here
My Ride's Here
by Warren Zevon
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Månen hänger lågt
Över allt do tror do såg
Under trasigt moln
Går ett Yeti-spår
500 mil I snön
Ett UFO över sjön
Och I en blixt ser jag
Keats stå »
Max 500
Max 500
by Kent
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Baby broken heart
Trail blazin' moma
Dressing for the part
Hardly Keats I know
But add a little Bourbon and lotsa noize
And it sounds good to me »
Rip and Tear
Cocked & Loaded
by L.A. Guns
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He reads her Keats and Byron
Till she can go no further
He starts to read her Thurber
I wanna make you happy
I wanna make you happy
You wanna »
Monkey Dance
The Talking Animals
by T-Bone Burnett
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Baby broken heart
Trail blazin' mama
Dressing for the part
Hardly Keats I know
But add a little bourbon and lotsa noize
And it sounds good to me »
Rip and Tear
The Very Best Of [Japan]
by L.A. Guns
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Be so laden down with dew
Little Blue
Well Bukowski wrote a story from a barstool
And Keats from the top of a hill
So I'm going to save my »
Little Blue
Blue Is the Colour
by The Beautiful South
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(Keating / Hedges / Brannigan)
It's another flight
On another night
To a strangers home that's
Far from home
It's cold in here
But I'm not clear »
Never Easy
All That I Need
by Boyzone
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This is sixth form poetry not Keats or Yeats, and now we find the part that we both hate.
We love the city because it lets us down, We love the city »
We Love the City
We Love the City
by Hefner
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could tell to you
To help you on the way down the road
I couldn't quote you no dickens, shelley or keats
'cause it's all been said before
Make »
Every Picture Tells a Story
The Definitive Rod Stewart [Deluxe Edition CD/DVD]
by Rod Stewart
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could tell to you
To help you on the way down the road
I couldn't quote you no dickens, shelley or keats
'cause it's all been said before
Make »
Every Picture Tells a Story
Unplugged...and Seated [CD/DVD]
by Ron Wood
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the words I could tell to you
To help you on the way down the road
I couldn't quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats
'Cause it's all been said before »
Every Picture Tells a Story
Vagabond Heart Tour [Video/DVD]
by Rod Stewart
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quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats
'cause it's all been said before
Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off
You didn't have to come here anyway »
Too Bad/Every Picture Tells a Story
Coast to Coast: Overture and Beginners
by Faces
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the words I could tell to you
To help you on the way down the road
I couldn't quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats
'Cause it's all been said before »
Every Picture Tells a Sto
My Favourite Songs
by Rod Stewart
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and Keates.
The characters of the "Gay Parade"
Formed a boys choir with Static and the Red King.
But whenever they sing all postal workers »
Penelope
Coquelicot Asleep in the Poppies: A Variety of Whimsical Verse
by Of Montreal
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the full moon light.
Euphonic epiphany like Keat's lyre trope,
I am it, iambic's rap's last hope.
My Grandma says I have rhyme talent, and I love her.
I »
Straight Outta Stockholm
The Laptop
by MC Lars
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And if they had the words I could tell to you
To help you on your way down the road,
I couldn't quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats,
'Cause it's »
Every Picture Tells a Story
Every Picture Tells a Story
by Rod Stewart
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at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites »
An Englishman in New York
The History Mix, Vol. 1
by Godley & Creme
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