Here is where the croes gather, under the full blue moon, to talk of all things dark and lovely. Here, the music takes wings, travelling to new places and new dimensions...
When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs
When your're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They've got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess out'a you - Bob Dylan
Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan. - Edgar Allen Poe
