The Outer Space Beings Are My Brothers.

Those Who Will Not Dance Will Have To Be Shot

Music Is A Language, A Universal Language.

It's Such A Tragedy That Man Endures In Killing His Brother And His Own Kind, Putting Him In Jail And Insane Asylums, Letting Him Lay Out In The Street.

I'm Playing Dark History. It's Beyond Black. I'm Dealing With The Dark Things Of The Cosmos.

The Earth Moves In A Certain Rhythm, A Certain Sound, A Certain Note. When The Music Stops The Earth Will Stop And Everything Upon It Will Die.