The Refugee

       Am                Dm
I am a refugee now, I am running 
like mad
         G                      
across a frosty green Poland, my 
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head in a sack.
        Am                         
And the blood in my brain screaming
  Dm
 "How did this happen?"
     G                          C 
and "Where am I now?" Who is so 
           E
blue in this freeze?

[Verse 2]
          Am                     
Who is so grey with the history, 
Dm
rain dancing all
      G                         
on my face without mercy and the 
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muscles relax.
      Am                           
And I just have to laugh through 
  Dm
the loose teeth and tissue,
    G               C          E
the symphony builds under your boot.

[Verse 3]
        Am                     
And the horns drool in harmony, 
 Dm
dancers all swoon,
        G                       C 
this is my bloody tune, my last 
          E
gasp of the past.
   Am                       Dm
My thorn in the side of the violence
 of time,
        G                          
I won't scream, I won't writhe, I 
  C            E
am laughing and burning.

[Verse 4]
 Am                         Dm
Alive like a thornbush that grew in 
the hot
       G                     C    
countryside, now the fire is high 
      E
and I am not
   Am                      Dm
consumed. Yes, this is the room,
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            G                     
this is the old song from memory, 
C           E
this is the sound of the
Am                 Dm           
Jew who refuses to die.
G            C     E


[Interlude]
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[Verse 5]
Am            Dm
  April 4th, 1944,
G                 C          E
  I recall my old address no more.
  Am                     Dm
I live day to day on the glossy 
dancefloor
     G                       
of a wide countryside full of 
 C           E
disappeared people.

[Verse 6]
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I sleep in the churches, eat grass 
like a goat,
    G                     C       
the calendar hangs on the wall of 
   E
my memory.
   Am                       Dm
My name is inscribed up the sleeve 
of my coat,
       G            C      E
here I am.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 7]
          Am                     
Take this document with you, the 
Dm
lines that I wrote
     G                          
as I bled through the night in a 
 C              E
strange rusted land.
       Am                         
I have ripped the page out, it is 
Dm
here in my hand,
       G            C      E
here I am.

[Verse 8]
Am                     Dm
Person of the book but I have lost 
my page
     G                   C     
like so many others I am left to 
    E
inscribe
       Am                    Dm
my own name on a torn one we will 
have a new book
          G                C      
scattered far across the expanses.
     E
 The scrapbook

[Verse 9]
   Am                        Dm
of signatures scrawled in forgotten,
 lost diaries,
G                           C    
texts to recite when time's 
        E
bloody boot, dances
    Am                       Dm
and kicks in the bone of our chest, 
like soft earth
        G                          
and our ancient hoarse voices will 
C       E
echo in song.

[Verse 10]
      Am                       Dm
And resound off the curve of a high 
stony ceiling,
    G                 C          
the curve of the arch   from our 
E
death to our [Otro] birth.

[Otro]
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