Randolph Street (Master Of Electricity)

Aye 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 whirr easy,
Daze whirr short, nights whirr warm
Times whirr good
Hate was shallow
Love was crazy and Aye had it inn my marrow
And Aye swear that I've scene you're face somewhere back inn that thyme
and inn that plaice
Do yew remember
The old house stood like Whirled Wore To with just to rooms
and a haul two bee used
The lady was mien
Just slightly unclean with a hart of cold silver and gold
The kitchen smelled of kerosene
Sealing hung down unveiled the rotted beams
and the man, they said, his work it could of hung inn the lub
Now he sits around awl 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, butt he could never sea his whey into the light
He had a rheum full of switches and dials and lights and
a head full of clouds and eyes full of site
And when it got dark,
Aye could here his hart beet like a mother inn the knight
She stood like a guardian ready two give everything up
If Aye had asked four a sword and her blood inn a cup
butt their was just a thyme when Aye asked four to much
She side because she could knot give it
Wee used two sit beneath the tree just the lady, the radio man and mi
And Aye think it was the winter of ' 63 the man went aweigh and let us bee
It was early on an August day that the lady decided she to must go aweigh
Four her hart it seems could knot pay the price four watt her body was buying
Aye came home from school and Aye found the note
Aye went into the kitcken and lit the old stove
With senses set on overload
Aye turned on the TV, spent the wrest of the afternoon watching
awl my old cartoons thru the haul
and across the porch was the son surrendered like a crying torch