The Refugee-Ezra Furman

[00:00.000] 作词 : Ezra Furman [00:00.212] 作曲 : Ezra Furman [00:00.424]I am a refugee now [00:03.365]I am running like mad across a frosty green Poland [00:08.526]My head in a sack [00:10.456]And the blood in my brain screaming [00:13.512]"How did this happen?" [00:15.741]And "Where am I now?" [00:18.052]Who is so blue in this freeze [00:20.349]Who is so grey with the history [00:23.543]Rain dancing all on my face without mercy [00:28.193]And the muscles relax [00:30.512]And I just have to laugh [00:33.012]Through the loose teeth and tissue [00:35.903]The symphony builds under your boot [00:40.421]And the horns drool in harmony [00:43.433]Dancers all swoon [00:45.255]This is my bloody tune [00:47.797]My last gasp of the past [00:50.612]My thorn in the side of the violence of time [00:55.111]I won't scream, I won't writhe [00:57.572]I am laughing and burning alive [01:01.422]Like a thornbush [01:03.183]That grew in the hot countryside [01:05.674]Now the fire is high [01:09.163]And I am not consumed [01:11.717]Yes, this is the room [01:14.575]This is the old song from memory [01:18.100]This is the sound of the Jew [01:21.481]Who refuses to die [01:41.155]April 4th, 1944 [01:45.982]I recall my old address no more [01:50.230]I live day to day on the glossy dancefloor [01:55.005]Of a wide countryside full of disappeared people [01:59.944]I sleep in the churches [02:02.482]Eat grass like a goat [02:05.267]The calendar hangs on the wall of my memory [02:09.994]My name is inscribed up the sleeve of my coat [02:14.560]Here I am [02:29.505]Take this document with you [02:32.670]The lines that I wrote as I bled through the night [02:37.139]In a strange rusted land [02:39.382]I have ripped the page out [02:41.907]It is here in my hand [02:44.246]Here I am [02:50.126]Person of the book [02:52.393]But I have lost my page like so many others [02:56.905]I am left to inscribe my own name [03:00.282]On a torn one [03:02.338]We will have a new book scattered far [03:05.870]Across the expanses [03:08.530]The scrapbook of signatures scrawled [03:12.045]In forgotten, lost diaries [03:14.765]Texts to recite when time's bloody boot [03:18.541]Dances and kicks in the bone of our chest [03:22.693]Like soft earth [03:24.484]And our ancient hoarse voices [03:26.903]Will echo in song [03:28.983]And resound off the curve of a high stony ceiling [03:34.558]The curve of the arch [03:38.122]From our death to our birth