“Yes, it’s better than…. Yes, it’s better than…. Yes, it’s better than….” Feel the beat and the heat The thrum of the drum It resonates, permeates, exonerates My soul. Urging, surging, purging My mind. Overlaid with the haunting tones of the pipes Returning to my Celtic roots of the Rowan Tree Hitting, beating, brushing, caressing The goatskin head Hips sway, a distant place Hands play, soul’s grace “Yes, it’s better than…. Yes, it’s better than…. Yes, it’s better than…. SEX!”