We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
"Something is burning, baby, are you aware? Something is the matter, baby, there's smoke in your hair Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign Is the love in your heart for me turning blind?
You've been avoiding the main streets for a long, long while The truth that I'm seeking is in your missing file What's your position, baby, what's going on? Why is the light in your eyes nearly gone?
I know everything about this place, or so it seems Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams? Well, it is so obvious that something has changed What's happening, baby, to make you act so strange?
Something is burning, baby, here's what I say Even the bloodhounds of London couldn't find you today I see the shadow of a man, baby, makin' you blue Who is he, baby, and what's he to you?
We've reached the edge of the road, baby, where the pasture begins Where charity is supposed to cover up a multitude of sins But where do you live, baby, and where is the light? Why are your eyes just staring off in the night?
I can feel it in the night when I think of you I can feel it in the light and it's got to be true You can't live by bread alone, you won't be satisfied You can't roll away the stone if your hands are tied
Got to start someplace, baby, can you explain? Please don't fade away on me, baby, like the midnight train Answer me, baby, a casual look will do Just what in the world has come over you?
I can feel it in the wind and it's upside down I can feel it in the dust as I get off the bus on the outskirts of town I've had the Mexico City blues since the last hairpin curve I don't wanna see you bleed, I know what you need but it ain't what you deserve
Something is burning, baby, something's in flames There's a man going 'round calling names Ring down when you're ready, baby, I'm waiting for you I believe in the impossible, you know that I do."
"Something's Burning, Baby,"from 1985's Empire Burlesque. The song has never been performed in concert, even in the years immediately after the album's release, so the version below is the original from the album.