A while back in my life I wrote a song called The Electrician. It is about an old man who has lived in the city all his life. He's sitting, probably because he is a bit tired from a life of hard work, and he's thinking about all that he's done. He has made light come to the city for his whole life and now that he's at the end of his life, it continues on. His friends are dying, there are still shadows of evil in the world, but his dent was valuable. He's ready to leave for "something green beyond." He is about to die.
I wrote this when my grandmother was passing away and she finally did. I spoke the eulogy at her memorial service and it was beautiful, but I didn't mourn then. This song has been my continual mourning for my grandmother. Everytime I hear this song in my head - I remember her and her long life of hard work and sacrifice. She brought light to the world, and that is what being an electrician is all about. Listen to the song here, and the lyrics are below.
By Daniel Griswold
On a stoop in the oldest city
An old man rocks up on on his stoop
Wandering slowly while the sky dims
And night begins to flow
He felt the beat within his heart
And held his hands before his eyes
Reaching deeper than hed ever dug before
Into the mind he’d owned by never felt
He looked beyond the streets with manholes
Where he’d made money as an electrician
And saw the light, flicker on in window sills
Feeling vaguely responsible for what he saw
It was a life worth living for him.
I think its time for me to go
Beyond the great city
Its time for me to know what ticks
Beyond this place
I wouldn’t have left the city until today
We pulled up cords to light the night til day
Now my muscles are tired and my friends are dying
To toss our boxes and see beyond the grey towers
Whose shadows cast brightly on the sidewalk
And I know there’s something green beyond!
I will see, I will see
I will see beyond the city
I will see, I will see, I will see
I will see beyond the city.