Randolph
Street (Master Of Electricity) - Bruce Springsteen
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
Celing hung down unveiled
the rotted beams
and the man, they said, his
work it could of hung in the lub
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 kitcken 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 thru the
hall
and across the porch was the
sun surrendered like a crying torch