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Battiato Franco
The Voice of the Master
New Feeling
It is a new feeling
that keeps my life high
the passion in my throat
the eros that it becomes known
your strange inhibitions
are not part of sex.
The mythical desires of Libyan prostitutes
the sense of possession that was pre-Alexandrian
yours voice like the chorus of Ulysses' sirens chains me
and it's beautiful to lose yourself in this spell
it's beautiful to lose yourself in this spell.
All the muscles of the body
ready for mating
in geisha Japan
they abandon themselves to love
your strange inhibitions
that trigger pleasure
tantric shaivism
of Dionysian style
the pornographic struggle of the Greeks and Latins
your skin like an oasis in the desert still captures me
and it's beautiful to get lost in this spell
it's beautiful get lost in this spell.
The mythical desires of Libyan prostitutes
the sense of possession that was pre-Alexandrian
your voice, like the chorus of Ulysses' sirens, chains me
and it's beautiful to get lost in this spell
and it's beautiful to get lost in this spell.