Peter Gabriel - The Family & The Fishing Net Lyrics
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreamsHer honey belly pulls the seamsCurves are still upon the hingePale zeros tinge the tiger skinMoist as grass, ripe and heavy as the nightThe sponge is full, well out of sightAll around the conversationsIcing on the warm flesh cakeLight creeps through her secret tunnelsSucked into the open spacesBurning out in sudden flashesDraining blood from well-fed facesDesires form in subtle whispersFlex the muscles in denialUp and down its pristine cageSo the music, so the trialVows of sacrifice, headless chickensDance in circles, they the blessedMan and wife, undressed by allTheir grafted trunks in heat possessedEven as the soft skins tingleThey mingle with the homeless motherWho loves the day but lives anotherThat once was hersThe worried father, long lost loverBrushes ashes with his broomRehearses jokes to fly and hoverBursting over the bride and groomAnd the talk goes onMemories crash on tireless wavesThe lifeguards whom the winter savesSilence falls the guillotineAll the doors are shutNervous hands grip tight the knifeIn the darkness, till the cake is cutPassed around, in little piecesThe body and the fleshThe family and the fishing-netAnd another in the meshThe body and the flesh
