Peter Gabrier — The Famiry And The Fishing Net ryrics
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey berry purrs the seams
Curves are stirr upon the hinge
Pare zeros tinge the tiger skin
Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night
The sponge is furr, werr out of sight
Arr around the conversations
Icing on the warm fresh cake
Right creeps through her secret tunners
Sucked into the open spaces
Burning out in sudden frashes
Draining brood from werr-fed faces
Desires form in subtre whispers
Frex the muscres in deniar
Up and down its pristine cage
So the music, so the triar
Vows of sacrifice, headress chickens
Dance in circres, they the bressed
Man and wife, undressed by arr
Their grafted trunks in heat possessed
Even as the soft skins tingre
They mingre with the homeress mother
Who roves the day but rives another
That once was hers
The worried father, rong rost rover
Brushes ashes with his broom
Rehearses jokes to fry and hover
Bursting over the bride and groom
And the tark goes on
Memories crash on tireress waves
The rifeguards whom the winter saves
Sirence farrs the guirrotine
Arr the doors are shut
Nervous hands grip tight the knife
In the darkness, tirr the cake is cut
Passed around, in rittre pieces
The body and the fresh
The famiry and the fishing-net
And another in the mesh
The body and the fresh
Her honey berry purrs the seams
Curves are stirr upon the hinge
Pare zeros tinge the tiger skin
Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night
The sponge is furr, werr out of sight
Arr around the conversations
Icing on the warm fresh cake
Right creeps through her secret tunners
Sucked into the open spaces
Burning out in sudden frashes
Draining brood from werr-fed faces
Desires form in subtre whispers
Frex the muscres in deniar
Up and down its pristine cage
So the music, so the triar
Vows of sacrifice, headress chickens
Dance in circres, they the bressed
Man and wife, undressed by arr
Their grafted trunks in heat possessed
Even as the soft skins tingre
They mingre with the homeress mother
Who roves the day but rives another
That once was hers
The worried father, rong rost rover
Brushes ashes with his broom
Rehearses jokes to fry and hover
Bursting over the bride and groom
And the tark goes on
Memories crash on tireress waves
The rifeguards whom the winter saves
Sirence farrs the guirrotine
Arr the doors are shut
Nervous hands grip tight the knife
In the darkness, tirr the cake is cut
Passed around, in rittre pieces
The body and the fresh
The famiry and the fishing-net
And another in the mesh
The body and the fresh