After School
Brand New Eyes
Chain Breaker


Exit the Rain
Fields of the Lord (live)
Five Strings
Guided by the Light
Inner Road
Magnetic Storm
Meet the Boys
Moving On
Nai's Tune
Peripheral Sky

Possibly (live)
Red Hand Love
Seven Years Three Days

Shake Your Soul

Sittin in a Bar

Spiritual Fast Food

Swan Song

Temptation (live)

Time Lag
Too Bright to See
Too Bright to See (live)
What Are They Saying
You Are




After School

Brand New Eyes

Somebody knocked the fourth wall down
You like to watch what’s happening all around
Just turn me on and I’ll open the door -
new rules to be aware of, new things to care for

Trade your mind for brand new eyes
your life comes out of cutting rooms
And anyway, what difference does it make
they’re just as real, the true one and the fake

Sit back, relax, learn to participate
and I shall keep you informed and entertained
I’ll satisfy your need to know
Rebuild your conscience with the remote control   


Chain Breaker

Come, chain breaker
rest me in the air                       
loose me off a cliff and let me be found
blow winds through my hair
replace my blood with sound

I need a halt
I need a refill
out of the storm and into a revelry
of lucky memories
Or else follow me
and bow before the stones of survival


Delia, Delia, how can it be
You love them rounders, don’t love me

Delia was a gambler, gambling all around
Delia was a gambling’ girl, she laid her money down

Up above the house tops, high as I can see
Lookin’ for them rounders, lookin’ out for me

Delia’s poor mamma took a trip out west
When she returned, li’l Delia‘s lying in peace

Delia’s mamma weep, Delia’s father moan
Wouldn’t have been so bad if their child had died at home

Rubber tired buggy, double seated hack
Took poor Delia to the cemetery and failed to bring her back

Delia, Delia, why didn’t you run
When you saw that Cooney a-comin’ with his 44 caliber gun

Cooney lookin’ high, Cooney lookin’ low
He shot poor Delia down with his fateful 44

Delia, Delia, how can it be
You loved them rounders and don’t love me

Judge said to Cooney: what’s this fuss about?
All about those gamblers, judge, they’re tryin’ to jerk me out

Judge said to Cooney I’m gonna tell you a natural fact
Son, you’re gonna wait in jail ‘til Delia comes back

Cooney said to the judge: what may be my fine
Judge said poor boy, you got 99

Now Cooney’s in the basement, drinkin’ from an old tin cup
And Delia’s in the boneyard, she may not never get up

Men in Atalanta tryin’ to pass for white
While Delia’s in the graveyard, six feet out of sight

Delia, Delia, how can it be
You loved those rounders, never had time for me



Exit The Rain

I’m leaving the country
hope to get far away from the city
maybe to Sintar, where the flowers are
There’s plenty of space here, but not enough room for fun
Exit the rain and look for the sun

A crappy old feeling flows in the town -
a feeling of failure when the sun’s going down
They’re all about problems and I ain’t got none
Exit the rain and look for the sun

I want to go to Comeat, even Timbuktu
then somebody tells me ‘it’s raining there too’
That’s so optimistic, I feel like I’d better run
Exit the rain and look for the sun

Nasty vibrations are getting to me
and I find myself thinking of Hunter S.T.
the light to be followed, the freedom that waits to be won
Exit the rain and look for the sun

I always ride easy, illegally glad
Instead of being serious, I’d rather be dead
so I’m doing the one thing that sane men have always done
Exit the rain and look for the sun

I’d throw a big party, but my train’s leaving soon
I’m taking a vacation from July to June
Got plenty of days and kicks to get from each one
Exit the rain and look for the sun

Five Strings

Guided by the Light

I see you standing there between the light and dark
Logic faded away as you went past its mark
And now you’re at the crossroads, pondering from above
either your life to waste or life itself to love

Shifting sands of truth turned you from grey to blue
and what you always hated became a part of you
Caught in a maze of reason that leaves the mind in tatters
wouldn’t it be cowardice in saying that nothing matters

Nothing is wrong and nothing is right
but I would like to know you’re guided by the light

As words disguise their meaning, you’re looking in the eyes
Just like searching through books, you read between the lines
Aren’t we all just fragments carried by the stream
heading towards an end and seeking to begin

Nothing is wrong and nothing is right
yet I would like to see you marching into the light

Inner Road

Feel the taste of birth and death in my throat
as I’m walking in the dust of the road
Ready for a humble flight, ready for a trade-in
remember reasons to hold on, the mystery that keeps me standing

Got to learn how to walk straight on a road that’s meant to bend
Though it may take a lifetime, it’s ok, for time’s a friend

I’m leaving an aging town way behind -
temples, drugstores, banks and bars, all behind
Funny how this winding path always seems to bring me back
to a home I never been but I always knew to lack

Peering through a cloud of dust, thought I saw a shadow move
I am thinking of a land where no one has a thing to prove


Hey, hey , hey
everything’s ok
Shadows of the day
breathing shades of k
Shadows of the night
whispering alright
Sleep, my purest child
in echoes of the wild

everything’s alright
Mother’s by the river
dressed in wood and silver
quiet in her flight
flying in delight
Listen to the sky
you’ve captured
in your eye

Hey, hey, hey
everything’s ok
The night has traveled down
on the last sun ray
Now all things become
almost what they are
Hookers on the street
got into a car
and they rolled away
and the stars are bright.

everything’s alright
You don’t have to pray
just hold on to your kite
for the new born truth
on the endless road
for the times to come
Dreams are to arise
from the blue ashtray


As a kid
I trimmed gardens of luxury in search of battlefields
followed traces in the sky -
memories the airplanes leave behind
Later, I held my heart in my hands
curious at what a funny little thing it was
yet so full of magic

I never been to those mountaintops shrouded in clouds
nor watched the ocean from an Ireland coast
The things surrounding me are always there like walls
I may be living on the edge of a joke

An open chest may recall this evasive identity
a one-time wish to let greatness pass through
(or a childhood vision -of an ice-cream stand - 
from behind a speeding car’s window)
more simply put, a call unreturned

Agone, I used to scream
and the sound of it, they called it silence

I am the witness of each passing second
I look and don’t see
abandon and become strange
try for what I lost yet never had


Magnetic Storm


Meet the Boys



Traditional Pahari folk song, roughly translated

Mother asks: Listen O, my daughter,
why are you so restless?

Daughter says: The peacock is hooting in the next forest
O mother, his hooting has taken away my sleep

Mother says: Let’s call the hunter and gunner
O daughter we will take this peacock down

Daughter says: No, we will not shoot it
I will put it in a cage

Where does the moon and all the stars go?
O mother, where do all our dear ones go?

The moon hides and so do all the stars
but, my dear daughter

our dear ones don't disappear anywhere

as they remain in our heart



Moving On

Such a sigh, such a sigh -
bringing the sun down
My heart lies on the ground
The feelings you’re leaving behind
feelings you will turn around
The light that’s shining upside down

What a dream, what a dream –
you looking out the window
at the world within
me dealing with the sin
my heavy old skin
All this loss so you can win

take this loss so you can win

Nai’s Tune

Remember that time when we stared at the trees
through our submarine’s eyeglass, wrecked on the shore
and just being there and hanging in the breeze
you saw them baobabs rise from the sea
and dance on their roots on top of the waves
of that Japanese coast in white cherry bloom 

And under the limelight there’s a jellyfish choir
which sounds like music, but ain’t quite the same
and the spirit of party sets the spirits on fire 
and explodes on the stage where there’s not enough room
so the cabaret girls throwin’ their legs in the air
watch’em go through the roof and straight to the sky 

And there’s nothing to say that could wipe out the stare
of the egg-headed clerks scandalized in their chairs
They’ll try you by morals they used beyond repair
and it all lies before you with no reason why
And in a split second it’s coming to you
that there’s some way to use this, or something to do
well guess what – there ain’t 

Along came Fifi, the traveling princess
said she knew how our planet  got so upside down
and how all of our stories told from behind the glass
draw the very shape of this ever-changing dream
and how we could easily bring ourselves back
from the edge of boredom, where the strong-willed stand 

But just as she put forth these fabulous views
she said This is the truth and I hope you can see
I said lately my eyes are not that good, dear princess Fifi
but if any of it turns out to be true
the truth will just have to go on without me 

So we lie on the beach, my buddy and I
and we look at the stars, how they twinkle and fade
and we open a bier can and raise it to us
for there’s only a few hours until the break of day
and we could go on chatting without something to say
for a few more hours ‘til the break of day
but you know what? Not today




Peripheral Sky

You can rely on fate here -   
everything’s bound to fail
in miserable compliance

Eyes glittering with greed
and sad lines in our palms
our children raised to envy

This ain’t the work of nature
our green fields turning brown
as winds blow from the West           

No one to fight the plague
no one to ram it down
and no one to protest

Sometimes i get so tired
from goin’ against the tide
So if you hear this sigh
go pick your nickels up
the fountains have gone dry -
no mirror to reflect
this peripheral sky

Obscene people get rich
And live in castles that
tower above the slums

Our reason’s beauty-sleep
has long been breeding monsters
to whom we pretend blind

I dream of foreign shores
where people choose to care
about what’s right or worthy

and just can’t help this feeling
of living in exile
though knew no other home.

Red Hand Love

Backyard action
no the time to talk
Shovel in the mud
shovel hits the rock
Cold ground hungry
needs sweat and blood
Bite the bullet                           
chew on the SCUD                       

Lil muscles swelling
little heart’s a-pumping
lil teeth a-gnashing
gettin’ all excited
Baby takes no break
baby knows the score
all the way from Lipovei
and down to the core

No cheap thrills
no easy flirt
I’ll stick with you
dig out the dirt

Red hand love
nothing more
Sweet drug squad
breakin’ down my door
Bad old habits
all left behind
and all my crimes -
time out of mind

1 – 2 - 4!
never a bore
Pointy little tits
gonna hit the floor
Gonna dig all night
Diggin’ deep and low
fever raging higher
hear the final blow

No cheap thrills
no easy flirt
stick with my baby
dig out the dirt


I am a seeker
searching high, searching low
in mystery and rock’n’roll

I look around me until it gets dark
And when it gets dark I look with my heart
and if my heart changes tides I look with my soul
and when my soul I cannot hear
I search with instinct and wild beasts
wild boars and wild whores

I turn to you for I am a seeker

I seek in beauty, I search in joy
down every road I go
I search in joy and torment
I search in rock’n’roll

I search in words
search the sky for what it’s worth
I search in light, I search the night
And I pray

I will not give up the fight
I’ll search for love in songs of birds
search in feelings, search in words

And when I cannot search no more
I’ll rest my head and I’ll adore
the mystery that was before,
now and forevermore

I’m a child, I am a dove
a seeker bound to rove



Seven Years Three Days

I’ve been waiting seven years                   
For these three days of happiness      

Alive right here, new way to be
Being in all, and all being in me
it’s plain to see

Pride forgotten, things get even
No need to see, nothing to find
just believe in these days of happiness

Sun is up at now a clock
It glows over on the bridge and down at the docks
We’re going out in the city (out for a walk)
Stroll along church walls to a bench in the park
Oh! Oh what a day! What a time!
Yes, these three days of happiness    

I know that look in your eyes
Dancing in your clear blue sky
Dance on cloud nine

Big wide smile to all mankind
No crappy thoughts in my mind
Take it all, baby, even sacrifice
No gain in view, all things suffice

The time is now, gentle ascent
I know you can where others can’t
For we’ve been paying seven years
For these three days of happiness



Shake Your Soul

The Earth is round, trees are green
well not quite, but still
The sky is blue, blue as you
Your lips are red, your arms are two

Steady boys
Now shake your soul

She needed no one telling
about the hurt, the good and the bad
She swore to just keep running down every road she’d see
The way the deal went down almost made me sad
as she stumbled and broke her anklein a puddle
near Masloc City

Called my cardiologist all day
left a thousand messages on his machine
Some say I died, some say I’m sick
some saw me running across the field with a gun -
howling madman in the blazing sun

Hear the roar waving from Mumbai to Berlin
Thieves, beggars and saints running on thick fuel
So keep your mind somewhere else, some party on Noah’s Ark
Of course there’ll be no mercy, just a few survivors
and the ones who used to crawl


Sitting in a Bar

I’m sitting in a bar
the piano plays softly
people are made of smoke
the biers are saying cheers
and someone in the dark
is looking for love

Strange voices all around
the lights in red and green
I light a cigarette
for feeling cool and free
and wonder what dream
will I chose to carry me away

It’s closing time outside
You’re feeling kind of blue
It’s hard to change your life
when life is changing you
But are you really sad
or just drifting too far
while sitting in a bar



Swan Song

She’s a heart-breaker with a broken heart
speaks innocently but knows too much
She doesn’t walk, she flies
smiles like a sunrise
Make love to her
Wait, close your eyes
you’ll hear her moan -
it’s a swan song

She used to ride a Trojan horse
sneaked a halo in your brain
She was your best, by far
You sealed her with a scar
and got her since under your skin –
a ghost within
a swan song

A most inviting emptiness
to fill with all your perfect dreams
she’s dancing in her perfect dress -
a window for star beams

It’s a swansong
you catcher in the rye
a swan song
you got to let her die

Time Lag

Waiting here again
waiting for the second time
waiting for a sign
waiting for some peace of mind
Waiting in the stations
fading in the waiting line
Laws of gravitation
pullin’ all our gambles down

Some people lost in shame, some others lost in fame
Lookin’ in the mirror, the mirror looks the same

Waiting for salvation
wait for it ‘til kingdom come
Wait for some direction
fill the holes with witless fun
Waiting long for love
to save your very soul from you
Waiting for the dove
to find its way out of the Zoo

Houses made of glass, people throwing stones
Preach the word of God to a bag of bones

Waiting for elation
at the gates of Promised Land
Wait in immigration
with a nickel in your hand
Waiting for some lover
waiting for a distant call
Waiting to get over
waiting ‘til you learn to stall

Buy yourself a pair of shoes, go splash some blood around
Dance on prayers for rain ‘til your heels wear out

Waiting me to lead you
me and my one dying eye
Or waiting for the media
to supply what not and why
Waiting in the park
banging on a cracked drum
Waiting on the Ark
for a sprinkle to keep from

Sittin’ in the kitchen, trying to make some sense
Streets are filled with ghosts, time to make amends

Waiting here again           
waiting for the second time
waiting for a sign
waiting for some peace of mind

Looking at the stars at night I feel devoid of aim
If it’s me you’re after, you gotta feel the same


Rain fallin’ down across the hill
She asked you to stay
you told her you will

Rain fallin’ down from Mary's eye
She always keeps her promise -
holds her head up high

Wind blowin’ cold on all your friends
You're the only one sleepin’
while everybody stands

White wedding dress and the tolling bells
white wedding dress and the blooming trees
Set sail to your groom across the seven seas

Blessed are the pure, they go without a sigh
I'm lost for words and looking for rhymes
to passion on Earth and joy up in the skies

People on the street, they asked me about you
Had I any idea, I would've told them true
You came and went like love does
in and out of the blue



Too Bright To See
For I.H.

Lookin for you in thin air
and words on stone
You’re lookin at us from upstairs
ain’t we all too small to see

Here is the garden
isn’t it strange how everyone is here?
And here is my mind over its edge
and it’s just too bright to see

Painter of houses
I know your smile
your simpleness and will
the sins you’ve burned
to warm your hands
as life grew cold uphill

Dreams of the father
wing to the sun
like ripples on the sea
Go with that someone
holding your arm
as it gets too bright to see

Too Bright To See (live)

As performed at From Altringen To Lhasa

Looking for you in Tibet
in words on stone
You’ve taken refuge in the higher bet
of kings without a throne

Here is the garden, aren’t we strange
all those who meet you here
and here is my mind over its edge
as it gets too bright to see

Departed shepherd, I know your smile
your simpleness and will
the pain you burned to warm your hands
as life grew cold uphill

Eyes of the Buddha mirror the sun
reflections on the sea
I’ll always remember you grabbing my arm
as it was – too bright to see


It’s a beautiful world
or so they say
or so I thought
‘til I forgot
the self I’ve left behind
a faraway morn
caught in a thorn
of a weed that has grown
by the side of my path

It’s a beautiful life
so much to do
if I just knew
one reason to
This silent afternoon
is it a hint
a promise in the wind
that not a life to soon
I’ll be extinct

What Are They Saying

Listen to the leaves
falling from trees -
what are they saying

You Are

The difference between real and fiction
the distance between shore and ocean
you are

the time between night and sunrise
the truth between the harmless lies
the breath between untamed sighs
the light between crevices of abyss

the depth between grandiose heights
the length between the short end ties
the reality between the physical and abstract

the ultimate fable
the ultimate fact
you are


Hold the torch and blow life unto the muscular antique statue. Today, her sky’s talking about times of first birth through strikes of thunder. The storm is whipping the streets of the big city. Water drops slide like nails on the walls. The drips hung to gothic eves are rounding their weight and await the winged blow. At the bells’ first toll, flying fall, this inhabited land’s reflection will be shattered. One second of deafening tranquility. The air’s holding its breath.

People of the end are haunting the sewers in armors of peace. I saw them last night from my window. I wasn’t the only one looking. And then the phone rang.
-    Didn’t you get my message? I said – didn’t you get my message?
-    Oh, I did. I was just trying to forget it. I was umm… shaving. Look, I got an important meeting tomorrow. Where are you now?
-    I just got home. I’ve been looking downtown for that bar you kept telling me about, remember? And I didn’t find it. Are you sure it’s still open? Well, anyway, that’s not why I called you for. Something strange happened, man. I was walking down the street looking for that fucking bar for more than an hour, and I didn’t see a single person. I mean there was no one out. With this weather, everybody must be inside, but it’s still odd, don’t you think? I mean – really no one?
-    Why make such a fuss about it? I haven’t been out in almost nine months now. I’m almost there, man. Yeah, sure, whatever, forget about it. We’ll see.
-    What’s that noise? Are you really at home?
-    Hello? I can’t hear you anymore.  Talk later. Ok, bye.
-    (Oh, come on)
I knew I was never going to talk to him again.

I can hear myself breathing, counting the hours, how many there are left. The radio’s completely useless.

Tonight, I have an invitation to a show. The prison’s opening its gates and for two, maybe three hours, the prisoners will be marching along the river’s bank. A black cloud will be accompanying them along the way. They’ll probably sing songs of redemption and light a fire. They’ll have a lion, an ox and an eagle to symbolize their freedom. And by tomorrow, they’ll forget everything.

Blood hardens the butchers’ aprons. In tunnels and under bridges, Van Goghs are pricking their veins; twisted heads, hollow eyes, draft, raw moist. Lately all planes are crashing; a rumble awakes you now and then.

The cold bed… where did this night table come from? I looked through the wardrobe and none of my clothes fits me anymore. No more sleeping pills left in the drawers, no whiskey, no wine. Muddy water coming down the tap.

Tomorrow I will leave town. Got a one-way ticket.

Possibly (live)

World’s made of possibilities
this is because that is
When the light sets the mind free
the mind allows the light to be

This here now is that there then
the 0 meets the 1 to 10
Without the sight, the eye can’t be
without the eye, nothing to see

Only love can be-be-be
but you and me, the fish, the tree
and even the primordial sea
everything is – possibly


Was the big bang a big boom
for a later ear to hear
was reflection made to hold the mirror
space and time to graft a bloom

was the fire lit to consume
what allows the fire to be
can't you see that not to be
frames whatever comes to be


our little dear identity

just a wave inside the sea

here's a sip from Buddha’s tea
the maybeness of certainty

Under the Sun (live)
Some things are and then they’re not
In between things I stand caught
Day and night, night and day
only change seems here to stay

Long train, long road, lone feeling
Got salt on my lips
and gold beneath my eyelids
I’m falling asleep
while the wrecking ball swings on
and I’m thinking of it all

There’s dreams behind the wheel
and dancers on the roof
There’s laughter in the fields
where seagulls fly aloof

Now the sun rises in the night
I can close my eyes and see
When everything around grows dark
a light turns on inside of me

The wind blows through my window
and blows itself away
and all waves become the same
with the sea that has no name
it’s just free

I’m gonna get me a new eye
riding rays in the big sky
with no shelter there to find
but the silence in my mind

All in all, there’s all in one
our road leads where it began
here on Earth, under the Sun.

Temptation (live)

Sit by me
watch TV
hot in here, is it you
is it me

Your blond hair
little hair
down there, truth or dare

Sweet sixteen
sweet sixteen
not sixteen, what do you mean?
oh, of course, seventeen

He ain't home
he ain't home
we’re stoned and
we’re all alone

Your sweet sin
your sweet sin
your white skin, oh you set the scene

Take away
take away
take away, your love is

Wasted years
wasted years
just one life, rules and fears
wasted years

Fields of the Lord (live)

I'm the spring in the mountain           
I'm the bee on the flower           
I'm the greedy old banker           
I'm the plane in the tower   

I'm the whore in the streetlight
I am the president's wife
I'm the single mom stabbed
and I'm that kid with a knife

The bird eats the fish that’s eaten the fly
same old game played anew                   
With every heartbeat I'm born and I die
Truth is - I'm you

always at play, always at play in the fields of the Lord

I'm the guy selling weapons           
to both warring sides                   
I was taught that God wants me               
to rule and divide   

And I'm the dangerous Ali
stunned by my baby's bed
watching his clean white sheets turn
to fast spreading red

I heard of a place where everything's one
all waves on the same sea
me and you under the same sun
or is it you and me

always at play, always at play  in the fields of the Lord

I work in shale gas extraction                
plundering the Earth for a dime            
and I’m the angry reaction                   
holding a No Fracking sign                   

I'm the greatest of leaders   
I'm the itch you can't scratch   
I'm the never too much   
I'm bound to make history   

One beautiful morning with a sky still blue       
we’ll wake to a surprise        
for a split second, for half a view                 
we’ll see the light shine through                

Always at play, always at play in the fields of the Lord

Make your way dancing to the end of the world


Living at the corner of Illusion and Splendor
my life will gain meaning maybe when remembered
a passion for wisdom and young flesh as well
playing in the gardens of Eden and hell

Wading thru winters when the Great Bear bends lower
shadows of my thoughts grow tall and taller
but I stand alive because I’m a kid
keeping my fireflies in a jar with no lid

The sun is up, green is the hill
Young is the age living the dream

Bicycles rolling in the streets of laughter
chasing the girl with dreams in her hair
hitting the hey when the hour is softer
everything tires but the power to dare.

Why should I oppose or refute the pleasure
of letting my soul wave like a flag unfurled
I’ll take all the joy and pain beyond measure
and climb the thread that’s suspending my world


Slide on your body of mirrors
wash your eyelids with clouds
for ripples in your iris grow clearer
when boatmen row in the sun

Bricks in the wall make a ladder
to lift a sign in the sky
When scattered sheep cry their anger
the institution will die.

Everything rises together
the colors, the beauty, the eyes
our hardships heavy as feathers
our victories from giving up tries

We travel down roads tired and weary
we rest our heads in hotels
Some puzzled by quantum theory
and some by the sound of the bell

A child sleeps while his mother
is drafting her life in Excel
Her dreaming gave birth to a star
whose beauty is no one’s to tell

Everything rises together
the mind, the feeling, the form
Our souls hide in coats from the weather
and count on the cold to get warm

Spiritual Fast Food

What a glorious moment of spiritual delight:
henna on her hands set the Universe right
Green forefathers from a psychedelic moon
told her to tell me the new age’s coming soon
A ticket to Nirvana, for she travels in style
with her chakras open and her wide hippie smile
She’s smoking all my weed, sniffin all my stuff
she got a magic mantra if the trip gets rough
A little bit of God to balance out the mood
Welcome, dear soul, to the Spiritual Fast-Food.

She’s her own great guru, has a lot of faith
Her aura is so sexy, makes me wanna meditate
Puts away my Ego with patchouli scent
naked protest girl saves the environment
Spreads her love and legs, it can be such fun
Watch her doing yoga with just her panties on    
She got a dim red lamp for mystic light
keeps on doing splits and it’ll be alright
Welcome as you are, preferably nude        
Take a shot of love in the Spiritual Fast-Food

Everything’s illusion, nothing’s worth the bother
She got plenty of lovers and she’s calling them brothers
tells them `bout karma and mystical connections
sowing seeds of love and riping out erections
Channeling my fluids, she got me in good sync
Her third eye opened wide and it was glowing pink
Angels and fairies guide her astral trips
She’s already enlightened, only needs a fix
Before we became one, some business to conclude        
Leave your money here, in the Spiritual Fast Food

Anything at all, just go ahead and ask her
We’re going to the jungle to suck on Ayahuasca,
We do the Kaballah, get to Shangri La  
It beats a Thai massage in a five star Spa
She’s the reincarnation of two egyptian queens
and she may look like you, but nothing’s what it seems
We ride the new moon power towards the Equinox
The Universe conspires to send us to detox
A dozen quotes of wisdom to make her feel good
Found’em all right here, in the Spritual Fast-Food.