Rose the Hat - Red Rum. The True Knot's leader, Rose the Hat, becomes aware of Abra's existence and formulates a plan to kidnap Abra and keep her alive, so she can produce a limitless supply of steam. - Stephen King

The Dice Man is a 1971 novel by career English professor George Cockcroft tells the story of a psychiatrist who makes daily decisions based on the casting of a die. Such a shame to believe in escape A life on every face And that's a change, till I'm finally left with an eight Tell me to react, I just stare Maybe I don't know if I should change A feeling that we share... It's a shame (Such a shame) Number me with rage, it's a shame (Such a shame) Number me in haste, it's a shame This eagerness to change It's a shame... The dice decide my fate and that's a shame In these trembling hands my faith Tell me to react, I don't care Maybe it's unkind if I should change A feeling that we share... It's a shame (Such a shame) Number me with rage, it's a shame (Such a shame) Number me in haste, it's a shame This eagerness to change Such a shame... Tell me to react, I don't care Maybe it's unkind, I should change A feeling that we share... It's a shame (Such a shame) Number me with rage, it's a shame (Such a shame) Number me in haste, it's a shame This eagerness to change... Such a shame.

If the night turned cold And the stars looked down And you hug yourself On the cold, cold ground You wake the morning In a stranger's coat No one would you see Ask yourself, 'Who'd watch for me? 'My only friend, who could it be?' It's hard to say it I hate to say it But it's probably me When your belly's empty And the hunger's so real And you're too proud to beg And too dumb to steal You search the city For your only friend No-one would you see You ask yourself, 'Who could it be? 'A solitary voice to speak out and set me free' I hate to say it I hate to say it But it's probably me You're not the easiest person that I ever got to know And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show Some would say I should let you go your way You'll only make me cry But if there's one guy, just one guy Who'd lay down his life for you and die It's hard to say it I hate to say it But it's probably me When the world's gone crazy, and it makes no sense And there's only one voice that comes to your defence And the jury's out And your eyes search the room One friendly face is all you need to see And if there's one guy, just one guy Who'd lay down his life for you and die It's hard to say it I hate to say it But it's probably me I hate to say it I hate to say But it's probably me I hate to say it I hate to say But it's probably me I hate to say it I hate to say But it's probably me

Hamlet and his revenge against his uncle, Claudius, who has murdered Hamlet's father in order to seize his throne and marry Hamlet's mother. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. - William Shakespeare As the colors swim in circles And rhythms shimmer through the chandeliers As the gods send gifts of balance And things of distance become things of near As the sky reaches burnout And the crowds disappear In the temple I'll be waiting For my angel to appear Where did you get your wings my angel Where did you get that light within your eyes Where did you get your wings my angel Push me up towards the sky As the stars move around me And shoot towards the edge of time As the gods send gifts of penance To relieve the pain of my things of crime As Lucy touches diamonds Repeating number nine In the temple I'll be waiting For my angel so sublime And I'm sitting in Shakespeare's garden underneath a tree Wishing that my missing angel could come back to me To help me breathe (come on, lets go)