Fein O'Lochlainn - What Will d**h Be Like? lyrics

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