Текст песни What Will Death Be Like? - Momus
Death
will
be
unlike
the
night-times
when
we
lie
awake
thinking
of
death
Death
will
be
unlike
the
Spanish
maracas
that
rattle
inside
your
last
breath
Death
will
be
unlike
the
Mexican
festivals,
skeletons
wearing
top
hats
Death
will
be
unlike
the
brownstone
apartments
that
dynamite
or
dereliction
collapse
Death
will
be
unlike
the
mandolin
the
hangman
relaxes
by
playing
Death
will
be
unlike
the
Hound
of
the
Baskervilles,
chilling
the
moors
with
its
baying
Death
will
be
unlike
the
British
museum,
its
bodies
from
peat
bogs
and
bones
Death
will
be
unlike
the
curse
of
the
mummy
that
turns
the
explorers
to
stone
Death
will
be
unlike
the
great
roller
coaster,
a
plunge
from
a
boast
to
a
scream
Death
will
be
unlike
mahogany
coffins
great
pianists
play
in
their
wildest
strangest
dreams
Death
will
be
unlike
a
garden
in
autumn
where
poets
can
sit
and
compose
Death
will
be
unlike
the
granite
memorials
where
memories
wither
in
rows
Death
will
be
unlike
the
charge
of
the
Light
Brigade
Alfred
Lord
Tennyson
rhymed
Death
will
be
unlike
the
thin
piece
of
paper
that
Reagan
and
Gorbachov
sign
Death
will
be
unlike
the
hospital
bedside
with
Novocain
needles
and
cards
Death
will
be
unlike
the
great
day
of
judgement
when
God
the
headmaster
presents
the
awards
Death
will
be
unlike
the
marriage
that
bickers
'til
death
us
do
part
Death
will
be
unlike
the
dreams
of
the
young
man
who
sang
'Love
will
tear
us
apart'
Death
will
be
unlike
TV
documentaries
showing
us
life
from
outside
Death
will
be
unlike
the
Buddhist
nirvana
the
moth
seems
to
seek
in
the
light
Death
will
be
unlike
the
Cities
of
crystal
they
build
in
a
few
grains
of
smack
Death
will
be
unlike
the
long
picture
window
the
coffin
looks
through
to
a
widow
in
black
Death
will
be
unlike
a
room
full
of
spiders
all
clinging
together
and
crying
Death
will
be
unlike
the
wedding
guest's
story,
the
ship
drifting
lost
and
the
dead
sailors
sighing
Death
will
be
unlike
the
din
in
the
steeple
when
cholera
poisons
the
village
Death
will
be
unlike
the
illumination
that
Tolstoy
provided
for
poor
Ivan
Illych
Death
will
be
unlike
the
wrinkling
sea
children
glimpse
through
the
chinks
in
the
boardwalk
Death
will
be
unlike
the
magical
land
of
'The
Lion,
The
Witch
and
the
Wardrobe'
Death
will
be
unlike
the
treacherous
virus
that
murders
the
lovers
with
AIDS
Death
will
be
unlike
the
phantoms
of
freedom
that
lead
the
crowd
over
the
barricades
Death
will
be
unlike
the
night
thoughts
of
'Late
Call'
when
ministers
stop
being
cosy
Death
will
be
unlike
'The
Pit
and
the
Pendulum'
co-starring
Bela
Lugosi
Death
will
be
unlike
the
bulge
of
the
mouse
inside
the
boa
constrictor
Death
will
be
unlike
that
drunkard
the
phoenix,
so
tight
on
the
moonshine
of
golden
elixirs
Death
will
be
unlike
that
violent
pornography,
dear
to
the
Marquis
de
Sade
Death
will
be
unlike
the
last
stitch
of
clothing
the
stripper
discards
as
her
nipples
grow
hard
Death
will
be
unlike
the
bankrupt,
handing
over
the
keys
to
his
house
Death
will
be
unlike
the
last
day
of
summer,
when
insects
grow
stupid
and
swallows
fly
south
Death
will
be
unlike
the
skull
of
a
merchant
that
slants
through
the
portrait
by
Holbein
Death
will
be
unlike
that
strange
proposition
on
silence,
the
Tractatus
of
Wittgenstein
Death
will
be
unlike
your
holiday
snaps
when
the
camera
lets
in
the
light
Death
will
be
unlike
the
honest-but-cold-blooded
bank
clerk
whose
hobby
is
homocide
Death
will
be
unlike
the
hands
of
the
clock,
coming
together
at
midnight
Death
will
be
unlike
the
grim
amputations
of
medical
students
larking
on
rag
night
Death
will
be
unlike
the
hijacker's
voice
in
the
heads
of
air
traffic
controllers
Death
will
be
unlike
the
sea
as
it
thunders
on
Liv
Ullman
vanishing
under
the
rollers
Death
will
be
unlike
the
abbey
the
pilgrims
all
saw
when
they
prayed
Death
will
be
unlike
the
unholy
land
at
the
end
of
the
Children's
Crusade
Death
will
be
unlike
the
hell
in
Huis
Clos
Mr
Sartre
informs
is
just
other
people
Death
will
be
unlike
the
travelling
salesman
who
woke
up
one
morning
transformed
to
a
beetle
Death
will
be
unlike
2001,
the
room
at
the
end
of
the
ride
Death
will
be
unlike
the
wrath
that
Charles
Bronson
let
loose
on
the
Lower
East
Side
Death
will
be
unlike
the
House
of
the
Shades
the
dog
Cerberus
guarded
for
Hades
his
master
And
death
will
be
unlike
that
lesson
on
Infallibility,
the
Chernobyl
disaster
And
death
will
be
unlike
the
empty
career
of
the
temp's
vacillations
gone
permanent
Death
will
be
unlike
the
unlucky
omens
the
clairvoyant
reads
in
the
meaningless
firmament
In
the
meaningless
firmament
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What
will
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Death
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