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Prologue Of Dionysos

Steve Nieve & Sting & Brodsky Quartet & Ned Rothenberg & Marc Ribot & Antoine Quessada
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Transcendence, transcendence, transcendence There's no more sense of transcendence now in this world Devils and gods now they are unemployed They're only good for the museum The painters, the prisoners, the victims The gamblers, the heathen, the philosopher, casanovas The composers, the coal miners, Jean-Luc Goddard The mediums, the physicians, footballers, teenagers, Frankenstein The revolutionaries The collectors, the business men, pirates and drifters and believers Television, tunnel vision I was a worker in the asshole of this planet An excellent worker, I was punctual and correctly dressed For the hell of the foundry, my first day in the foundry Ugly first day for a man, what they call a man in my family In the morning I drank white milk By that evening I had earned red wine Like the red hot ore, I pour, pour, pour I was the worker, a very hard worker And my skin was ripped open by the tongue of the fire And the heat dried the blood in the veins of the workers They crawled out of this foundry destroyed, just like zombies A corpse in the cool of the night Exhausted, a man exiled From the pleasure and caress of this life Once at my cousin's I heard a strange music Deep and strong, light and free Like a new blood, a new hope, an Unexpected soundMy heart was ripped open By this angel and demon music I did not know what it was, what it was I wanted to possess Each note of this music Now I had a beautiful purpose To destroy myself in the foundry Sprinkling, spreading Seeping into my whole body Insatiably The instrument me, I desire to be free Erotic voices of the passion Thousands and thousands of albums Inoculated me with their secret stories Enflamed my life Opera Devils and gods now are my friends And I know what it is, what it is Yes I know now, I know what it is Un soir de mois dernier Je marchais puis j'ai Passรฉ un, passรฉ jour รฉpais doux Quand sa voix arriva dans la rue La voix d'une Diva sortie de l'opรฉra Que voilร  Et tous les ans tremblaient Moi j'รฉtais paralysรฉ Longtemps je l'ai attendu Et dรจs que je l'ai vu J'ai su que c'รฉtait elle Tout d'un muse et si belle Impossible, รฉvanรฉ, rรฉelle La diva de l'opรฉra Nobody can ever Deny me this pleasure For now it's in my heart, my blood The music, the music of love