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We decided to exhume this song of mine from the Salamander Crossing archive. Not only does it fit the album’s theme of love, death, and other natural disasters, but it also had taken on a satisfying new creepiness with the addition of the banjo and electric guitar. I wrote it in the mid -1990’s after an arson in Plainfield, Massachusetts, near my home. — AK
What’s a man to do?
What’s a man to say?
He works his whole life through
Then just slips away
Well it’s fire, fire, fire in the sky
Fire, fire, heaven’s burning
Fire, fire, fire in the sky
You can’t go home no more
Well if I’ve lived a year
Then I’ve lived sixty-six
I’ve lived them mostly here
Where you see that pile of bricks
I’ll tell you what I’ve seen
And I’ll tell you what I’ve learned
There ain’t a thing more mean
Than a home that’s been robbed and burned