Randolph Street Master Of Electricity

I remember yesterday When I'd sit and watch the hound dogs play Howlin' at the China moon Now yesterday is the busted balloon Life was young and things were easy, Days were short, nights were warm Times were good, hate was shallow Love was crazy and I had it in my marrow And I swear that I've seen your face somewhere back in that time and in that place Do you remember,…the old house stood like World War Two with just two rooms and a hall to be used The lady was mean just slightly unclean with a heart of cold silver and gold The kitchen smelled of kerosene Ceiling hung down unveiled the rotted beams and the man, they said, his work it could of hung in the Louvre Now he sits around all day because his left arm won't move He was a master of the art of electricity He lectured on tubes and circuitry He was self-employed, but he could never see his way into the light He had a room full of switches and dials and lights and a head full of clouds and eyes full of sight And when it got dark,I could hear his heart beat like a mother in the night She stood like a guardian ready to give everything up If I had asked for a sword and her blood in a cup but there was just a time when I asked for too much She sighed because she could not give it We used to sit beneath the tree just the lady, the radio man and me And I think it was the winter of '63 the man went away and let us be It was early on an August day that the lady decided she too must go away For her heart it seems could not pay the price for what her body was buying I came home from school and I found the note I went into the kitchen and lit the old stove With senses set on overload I turned on the TV, spent the rest of the afternoon watching all my old cartoons and thru the hall and across the porch was the sun surrendered like a crying torch