Guru and a walk in personal touch
With a liar on the couch
Love swami and laughter
What has sex to do with the bad arrangement?
Smells and sounds are the right way aren’t they Boss Man?
You need my love tonight,
It feels right
Here are the fees
It’s tantric history.

Kali was a fiction, your right is the religious diction
We’ll laugh one day together
Death is a happy event …
Your knowledge of Samsara is what my fate and destiny meant sending me to TV
With you
The mirror reflects my face
You reflect my goals.

One day, I have thought the path well for the fames all around
That my speech will be blackmail
“Call me Ishmael!”

How sweet the smells …
How rich will be the after-life
Help me defy the strife and wield what the poor don’t need.
You’re where around the Power needs to be
The outside needs to be inside with you
Let me be there with you: Being there with you
I hear you keep ‘The Bhagavad Gita’ with you?
Is Jesus good leader man too?

I’m a Scholar and Philosopher!
Stoned with the raves travelling like babbling brooks
Over the land with empty fallen hundreds and thousands.