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Lithuania

アーティスト:Dan Bern  アルバム:The Swastika EP 

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I'd like to be a good American and write an elegy to the automobile But no matter where it takes me I don't really feel any different I got one foot in the black and white two dimensional ghosts of Lithuania And the other foot in sunny California where the people are all friendly As they drive their Mercedes to the mini-malls and take a lunch Or network with you or drive past and kill you for no reason These are my ghosts: Uncle Emmanuel, Uncle Eli, Aunt Mia And my grandparents, Jenny and Tobias, none of whom I've ever met I saw some letters once that they wrote to my dad in Palestine in 1940 Not too long before they all were shot My only link to them is my dad, he knew them, he knew me, now he's gone too Sometimes I want to get next to them, sometimes I want to drive them all away Say, you're not my ghosts, I live in Sunny California, I drive a 1992 Red Chevrolet I drive fast, and I drive as far west as anyone can drive Eight thousand miles from Lithuania and if I could escape By driving further then I would, but it doesn't get me anyplace new I guess if I was a true American, I could write an elegy to the automobile But when I jump in it doesn't get me any place different Sometimes I want to dance on Hitler's grave And shout out, "Groucho Marx, Lenny Bruce, Leonard Cohen, Philip Roth Bob Dylan, Albert Einstein, Leonard Bernstein, Harry Houdini, Sandy Kofax" And then I want to sing as loud as I can Watch the chandeliers sway dangerously overhead Proclaiming Kristallnacht is over I say Kristallnacht is over The only broken glass tonight Will be from wedding glasses shattered under boot heels We're not the ones in the museum, it's you Your curious mustache and your chamber of horrors I've a friend my age whose parents met in Auschwitz on the Day of Liberation She lives in San Francisco, a good job, just moved into a new house I've a friend who lies in her hospital bed After fifteen operations from a botched appendectomy I go to visit her with a heart heavy from the things on my mind And she cheers me up I saw my dad tell jokes, teach me how to laugh Thirty years after his parents, brothers, and sister were all shot Murdered in the streets of Lithuania I see trees growing tall and the


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