"Fire Engine Red"
Things fire up in the night as Stan revs the engine - everybody sliding down the poles and into their gear. Some one's smattered on Sepulveda ... Town's been painted red. "This thing came outta no-where!" - murmurs from the streetlookers are almost downing out the sirens as Stan steers around the corner, hoping for the best. Deep down he knew that there was a job to do, and experience had this nagging feeling pitting in his stomach.. "Doesn't matter how long you've been doin' this .. It's always different, and you can't never expect nothing but the worst."
Even though they were on the scene, and made good time getting there - no amount of fire trucks could put the wreckage right... and back together again. The fire engine red blended with the scene. Foot-hurt people stretched their legs back home - weary of the midnight hour calamities, bent on getting some reason back in their lives. Wondering why these things happen.
... there are no answers in the red city; sleeping away under a yellowblanket haze
Enjoy。
-Brendan Arthur Ring