• The Family and the Fishing Net by Peter Gabriel, as played by Primus on “Rhinoplasty.”
  • Tabbed by Jim Wade and Ryan Statz
  • Well, as you can see this tab is quite incomplete. But, since all of you have finally got the album, I thought I’d post what I have figure out up until now in hopes that it’ll help you in some way. I plan to come back to this when time permits, or you can help me out if you figure the other parts by emailing me at wadej@citrine.indstate.edu
  • G ---------------|-------------------|
  • D ---------------|-------------------|
  • A -5-------------|-5-----------------|
  • E ----0-0----0---|----0-0----0---0---|
  • G ---------------------------|---------------------------|
    D ---------------------------|---------------------------|
    A ---------------0--2--------|---------------/5--7--5--7-|
    E ---2--2--0--2--------0--1--|--2--2--0--2---------------|
  • Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
    Her honey belly pulls the seams
    Curves are still upon the hinge
    Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin

    Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night
    The sponge is full, well out of sight
    All around the conversations
    on the warm flesh cake

    Light creeps through her secret tunnels
    Sucked into the open spaces
    Burning out in sudden flashes
    Draining blood from well-fed faces

    Desires form in subtle whispers
    Flex the muscles in denial
    Up and down its pristine cage
    So the music, so the trial

    Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens
    Dance in circles, they the blessed
    Man and wife, undressed by all
    Their grafted trunks in heat possessed

    Even as the soft skins tingle
    They mingle with the homeless mother
    Who loves the day but lives another
    That once was hers

    The worried father, long lost lover
    Brushes ashes with his broom
    Rehearses jokes to fly and hover
    Bursting over the bride and groom

    And the talk goes on

    Memories crash on tireless waves
    The lifeguards whom the winter saves

    Silence falls the guillotine
    All the doors are shut
    Nervous hands grip tight the knife
    In the darkness, till the cake is cut
    Passed around, in little pieces
    The body and the flesh
    The family and the fishing-net
    And another in the mesh

    The body and the flesh