Fiordmoss

Tigermy

Paperfly tigermy
The butterbox is closing now
Slide aside the blackprint type
For some money I play the harp
On the isle a hill I find
Up I climb and decide
Paperfly tigermy
Bright white through the valley shines

All the cords that used to bind
Paperflies down to the ground
Vanished now with a scissors sound
Or was it a tiger bite?

Darks of taint and sour rain
Melt in vapor the tinker train
Folding mind like origami
Unrecognized even by me
Paperfly tigermy
Which dress are you wearing now?

Carnivore

In the kitchen window I've got a flower
I guess she's expecting to get some water
But I do not know if I want her to live
Because the other day we argued about good manners, oh

No, we're incompatible
How do I make her think that animals are not edible
See, if she doesn't change her mind I'll have to have her put down

Now I know she is a carnivore
But I must veganize her to stop the killing of
All the flies and locusts and butterflies and worms and spiders and fruitflies and mosquitos, too
Althought them I don't fancy all my life through

In front of each other, me on the chair, her on the table
I have prepared her first new dinner plate but she looks mad, she doesn't want it
I say no more meat but she won't stop crying loud
To wake my neighbours up
Now they will think that I'm a torture lady

So I go to explain to them all
That she's a carnivore and if she grows and grows
All the sons and husbands and mothers and daughters and uncles and grandpas and visitors, too
She will devour and say oh, they were so good

Sugar Cougar

Under The Skirt Of A Curtsey

I'm a porcelain man and I have spent
Most of my days just staring at
Those ladies divinely passing by
Chitter chatter
And goodbye

I can never be fed up
And they keep on coming
I'm shivering

Under the skirt of a curtsey
I can see, I can see
because I'm low in the shopwindow

I'm a porcelain man and I can't move
Because my legs are heavy glazed
The only thing that I mind
Is the other man next to me

I can't take off my hat
And he's made like it
I envy him

Under the skirt of a curtsey
He can't see, he can't see
Because he's low in his bow