Ho scoperto gli Spiritual Front da poco e non e' che mi facciano impazzire, pero' per l'onor di cronaca ve li metto Tra l'altro sono italiani... mi ricordano un po' Nick Cave
Pretend to love my imperfection, at least for a minute Infect my dreams with your taste You know how to enter in me You know how to softly torture You know how to torture my innocence There's a falling bridge between my heart and your upside down world Let your saliva drip, which I hold you tight If only I had the capacity to reject, my love The crazy, the soldier, the weak and the heroes love, but not us, my love Your saliva runs slowly, runs down on my body I'll need a cruel Master who will save my vicious soul But a Master I will hate or that maybe will save me But I'll hate him, will save me, come on, come on Come on inside me, because this way you will save me For a moment forget you love me, push yourself Push inside me, because this way you will save me For a moment forget you love me, push yourself I'm so disgusted by the victories I never conquered I feel sorry for the defeats I am roughly heading to Love me all the same when I'll sing to you about vaseline and lead Look at me all the same when Ii'll be jester of violence and pity
She's in Love with the Whip, My Venus in Furs (by Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio) (originale "Venus in Furs" by Velvet Underground)
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girlchild in the dark Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him Strike, dear Mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies Chase the costumes she shall wear Ermine furs adorn the imperious Severin, Severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather Shiny leather in the dark Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you Strike, dear Mistress, and cure his heart
Severin, Severin, speak so slightly Severin, down on your bended knee Taste the whip, in love not given lightly Taste the whip, now plead for me
I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girlchild in the dark Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him Strike, dear Mistress, and cure his heart
Tra l'altro sono italiani... mi ricordano un po' Nick Cave 