Dr.phibes house is the perfect setting for true love..Boris Karloff is laughing right now....A mad mad monk is dancing.Fever in the sweat of his hands.seventeen bottles of deep red wine and still no end in sight.Tonight is the night of the picture show,glowing soft with a yellow glow.I have heard of this..."the rambler".....Those seeds were planted many years before,hearts alive with the blood of love...Good evening

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of the other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Aliens and children are waiting underground.Lying on the table behind the king's crown.Voices trail down slowly from above.Believe in miracles sweet child of love.Tell me starseed what do you believe.Secrets kept from you, let your mind come clean.Let your heart rest now and let this ghost be seen.Thes voices trail down slowly from above.Believe in miracles sweet child of love.Chatter in the hallways.Creeping from the walls.Secrets kept from you,what do you believe.feel this night around you.Let this ghost be seen.