"Kamasutra Revisited" genre: Psychedelic
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	An icepick-in-your-ear-tele-slide meets exotic flavours in this colourful track about someone who experiences her full sexual potetial for the first time.
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	Story Behind the Song This track is related to a chapter of the short story "Lost In Love" 9. Kamasutra Revisited On the ninth day they arrived at a port, where boats much like theirs - but others as well - were docked. The silent Asian rowed Layla on a little boat ashore. There he pointed towards a great elephant with a canopy, bowed, and left Leyla standing there. The elefant waived with its trunk, and she advanced towards it. As she got closer, it knealt down and held its trunk so, that she could climb upon it. Slowly Layla was lifted up to the mighty head of the great animal, and she could hold herself on the ornamental rug covering the skull. Exhausted, she let herself fall into the soft colorful pillows inside the canopy. Silken drapes made her invisible to passerbys, as the elefant rose and rockingly walked down a road, that led past the town square into the nearby hills. After about an hour the elefant stood still and Leyla peeked through a slit in the curtains to see what had happened. They were in the yard of a gigantic palace. She could hear voices. Guards in blue robes and red turbans paced back and forth. Again the elefant fell to its knees and Layla descended with the help of its trunk. As she hadn't been noticed by anyone, she headed towards the main entrance. Inside she was greeted by a friendly Indian woman. She didn't say a word, but smiled and took Layla by the hand and led her to the bath house. It was heavily decorated and at least as large as a swimming pool. Eager hands took her clothes, washed her and put lotion on her, bathed her with oil and massaged her, after which she received the same colorful garments as everyone else. Again the woman took her by the hand, leading her up a wide staircase. A door opened to a gigantic ball room. It smelled of incense and on the floor there were soft upholstered mats, upon each of which a couple was united in sexual activity. Of course she had seen illustrations of Kamasutra, people in positions though of as impossible which quite clearly must have come from the imagination of the artist. But this was real. The air was pulsating with the energy created by the at least fifty couples. Suddenly a gong could be heard. The couples on the mats slowly separated and began wandering around the room, seemingly without intent. And Layla too was amongst them. She watched the others looked them in the eyes, walked past. She felt rather than saw whom she encountered. Again the gong. Slowly everyone settled onto the mats again and she found herself opositeof someone who looked like those indian kings out of ancient drawings: those elaborate beard and mustach and dark eyes. These eyes had instantly won her over: she trusted them completely. He touched her hand and more and more of her body. With the sensation of melting, she eased into the first position. This unification was so much different than the sex she had known. Somehow each particle in her body was involved, sometimes she felt as if she was dissolving, becoming a part of a greater something. The gong had rang now multiple times, and with every partner she ventured into a new and more complicated position. She had been carried away, to a place that was in as well as outside of her. Here she encountered beings, which she had considered to be products of human imagination. Ganesh, the elefant-man, beings with many arms and legs, some with blue bodies, sometimes frightful creatures which must be demons. But Layla did not fear them, for she was now a part of the whole. And what could happen to her? With every climax of her lust her concious grew to a point to where she no longer considered herself to be an individual. She let herself go completely, became that warm breese of wind, became the screams of birds in the tropical forrests, became the smell of the flowers. As it grew dark, she became the sky, became the stars, and later the rising moon. (The relegious leader's doctors in that tiny religious state later made public that their patient had experienced a nervous breakdown, but would be recovering soon.)

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