I thought the correct quote was "music soothes the savage breast."
It's William Congreve. Here's the whole quote:
"Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak."
What was that instrument that Duran Duran puts Barbarella into?
It seemed she burnt the thing out while it was trying to extract her savage beast while stroking her savage breast.
Never bite off more than you can chew, I say. Especially if your machine language is more fluent than your intergallactic esperanto.
I'm in the Hanoi Jane part of my brain right now. And I like it.