WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Franco Battiato, “The Cure”
THE CURE
I will protect you from the fears of hypochondria from disturbances that will meet today for your street. Injustices and deceptions of your time, from the failures that your nature will attract. I will relieve you from pain and your mood swings, the obsessions of your delusions. Overcome the gravitational currents, space and light to not grow old. And you heal all diseases, because you’re a special, and I will take care of you. I was wandering the fields of Tennessee (how I got there, who knows). You do not have white flowers for me? Faster than eagles my dreams cross the sea. I’ll take you above the silence and patience. We will travel along the roads that lead to the essence. The scents of love intoxicate our bodies, the calm of August will not calm our senses. I weave your hair like the plot of a song. I know the laws of the world, and you will make it a gift. Overcome the gravitational currents, space and light to not grow old. I’ll save you from all melancholy because you’re a special and I will take care of you. I do, I’ll look after you.
