Feedback Song For A Dying Friend

Letra: Renato Russo
Música: Dado Villa-Lobos/Renato Russo/Marcelo Bonfá

Soothe young man sweating forehead
Touch the naked stem held hidden there
Safe in such dark hayseed
Wired nest

Then, his light brown eyes are quick
Once touch is what he thought was grip

This is not his hands
Those there but mine
And safe my hands
Do seek to gain
All knowledge of
My master's manly rain

The scented taste
That stills my tongue
Is wrong that set
But not undone

His fiery eyes
Can slash my savage skin
And force all seriousness away

He wades in close waters
Deep sleeps alter his senses
I must obey my only rival
He will command our twin revival

[arabian interlude]

The same,

The two of us so close to our own hearts
I silenced and wrote this awe
Of the coincidence