Devil on Main St: Orange County Fires of 2017 While you were singing your country songs I️ was drawing the devil card from a deck of mirrors I️ saw you broke a bottle of black stars where the sky and I out poured her heart fog, portentous clouds of storms obscuring the tower face Ahh, at night I roam the pall anew that sized her lungs and obscured her dark. And all she felt was true and all she sang was true and all she loved was true that ballad cracked of forking heart on main street I had heard Hierophant, Last night I️ heard the blossomed saddened tune Me and my rat had walked down streets of Trieste and feasts to observe our statue Oh, gloriana Imagination is the child crying we walk a tone down Main Street's breadth to hold respect and Lay our sorrows at your feet Beth sings songs of unborns and the old your calumny was told ah, the empty streets were singing and I don't mind the semantic tick of time your loneliness and mine were holy cities and if you go I'll never have to know inside the orange glow where the ash had shinned like snow All those dark eyed lovers, hermits, at the railways sing It's midnight special drinking for the hanged man and the dream for what if that midnight train, it might never come? Haven't we arrived somewhere else already is this not Missouri or Marcelina? Oh, gloriana gloriana the empress now does take your name but could she ever really take the shape of a woman maimed like Duessa, like Duessa so does pain sans joy sans joy sans joy all my love's in vain like the blues men say Beth sings songs of unborns and the old your calumny was told ah, the empty streets were singing and I don't mind the semantic tick of time your loneliness and mine were holy cities and if you go I'll never have to know inside the orange glow where the ash had shinned like snow So tell me magician isn't it prosopagnosia? Haven't I heard it all before King David composing hallelujah french singing troubadours Facsimile of sadness, Verisimilitude of joy I've reanimated the great emancipator He lives on Main Street, does exactly as I️ say and whipper wills are perch upon a branch that's in my lungs and in the 55 I hear the Mississippi so convinced that I know myself when I feel you near me Beth sings songs of unborns and the old your burdened heart was cold ah, the empty streets were singing and I don't mind the semantic tick of time your loneliness and mine ah my eyes were hacking Beth sings songs of unborns and the old your burdened heart was cold where the ash had shinned like snow oh My Duessa, it’s another Cloudy day Main Street’s stiff as the emperors sight, consumed in air of flames ahh, the smoke emerging from the Canyons change all of us in castle, our loves an oubuliette of night and before my castle some fool stands the red cross night so hard to see our guiding stars unlucked to be wished upon at night, at noon, or at dawn oh gloriana, gloriana that orange smoke that's inside of you oh gloriana, gloriana I think it's there inside me too so come, don't come, if you think that's true we'll dance upon the rain dark streets streets that are dry without a tear every steps a drop of love and sadness every footfall's a splash of hate and fear us be the flood of '38 washing it all clear our waiting tears, our waiting tears our vision it has warped like eyes, like lightning our hearts and minds are forked so if you just can't tell you just can’t tell Your face from form, Gloriana or duessa? Hell? and if you just don't care well maybe you just don't know beneath the castle shadows where the ash had shinned like snow