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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Silenced by death in the grave
WB yeats couldn't save
Why did you stand here
Were you sickened in time
But I know by now
Why did »
Yeat's Grave
No Need to Argue
by The Cranberries
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delivering me
Born in the basement
Living on dog food
Yeat it was pouring rain when I came into this world
Yeah I lived next to a sewer and I was not very »
Born in the Basement
Born in the Basement [Bonus Track]
by The Groovie Ghoulies
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will be held
We will partake the wine and break the holy bread
Rave on let a man come out of Ireland
And rave on, Mr.yeats
Rave on down through thy holy »
Rave on, John Donne
Inarticulate Speech of the Heart
by Van Morrison
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(Based on a poem by W. B. Yeats)
That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go; »
Crazy Jane on God [Alternate Take][*]
A Sense of Wonder [Bonus Tracks]
by Van Morrison
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( Words by W.B. yeats, Music by Brian Miller )
I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
I Cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked »
Wandering Angus
Catalpa
by Jolie Holland
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The celebration will be held
We will partake the wine and break the Holy bread
Rave on let a man come out of Ireland
Rave on on Mr. yeats,
Rave on down through »
Rave on John Donne
Copycats Ripped off My Soul
by Van Morrison
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(W.B. Yeats/J. Hamel)
I will arise and go now,
And go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there,
Of clay and wattles made.
Nine bean rows will I »
Innisfree
The Haunting
by Clandestine
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(W.B.yeats, Frater D.E.D.I.)
In Arcadia ego
How fast the years did go
And how bitter is the wind
Blowing from shores of Arcady
Outside these walls
The night »
In Arcadia Ego
Cold Heaven
by Babylon Whores
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William Butler yeats in jeans
Got up to play guitar and sing
In some join in Mission Beach last night
At the door sat Tom Waits
In a pork pie »
Cold Dog Soup
Cold Dog Soup
by Guy Clark
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that's when I learned
I watched, I failed you understand
This game we're playing
As we lit another candle for this yeat
With every dream dead and gone »
Grovers Corners, New Jersey
If There's a Will, There's Still Nothing
by Lanemeyer
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Nelson Algren came to paddy at some party at the dead end alley.
He told him what to celebrate.
And I met William Butler yeats.
Sunday night »
Chicago Seemed Tired Last Night
Connect Set
by The Hold Steady
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(WB Yeats)
Come away, human child
to the water
Come away, human child
to the water and the wild
With a fairy, hand in hand
for the world's »
The Stolen Child
Fisherman's Blues
by The Waterboys
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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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Gives me the greatest peace I've ever known
I see Dylan Thomas in your face
Recite Butler yeats now in your grace.
So let seasons turn
Grow paradise »
House
Lupercalia
by Patrick Wolf
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The parade passes by
Raise your hands
For Beckett, Yeats
And Bobby Sands
In a state of grace
On St. Patrick's Day
Nanananana yeah
Right
Nananana »
St. Patrick's Day
Downtown: Journey of a Heart
by John Waite
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on my bed
I combed the hairs across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
That she just didn't want to
I read her really, I'd read her, yeats
I »
No Pussy Blues [Album Version]
No Pussy Blues
by Grinderman
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the country in the summertime
Can you meet me in the long grass
Wait a minute
With your red robe
Danglin' all around your body.
yeats and Lady Gregory »
Summertime in England
Common One
by Van Morrison
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Murphy's on his eighth
With Jimmy Joyce and yeats
We're having ourselves a rare auld time
Sweet Mary Clare has roses bloomin'
The lads are giving her »
A Pipe Set
The Pictou Sessions: An Acoustic Album
by Seven Nations
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