The Refugee Chords by Ezra Furman

[N] _ I am [Am] a refugee now
_ [Dm] I'm running like mad
cross [G] a frosty green pole in
[C] a head in [E] a sack
and the [Am] blood in my brain
screaming [Dm] how did this happen
[G] and where am I now
who's [C] so blue in this [E] freeze
who's [Am] so grey with the history
[Dm] pain dancing all on my [G] face without mercy
[C] and the muscles _
[E] relax
and [Am] I just have to laugh
through [Dm] the loose teeth and tissue
[G] the symphony builds
I'm [C] here under your [E] boot
and [Am] the horns drool in harmony
_ [D] dancers all swoon
this [G] is my bloody tune
my [C] last gasp of [E] the past
[Am] my thorn in the side
of [Dm] the violence of time
I won't [G] scream
I won't writhe
I am [C] _ laughing and burning [Am] alive
like the thorn bush
[Dm] that grew in the hot [G] countryside
now the fire is [C] high
and I am [Am] not consumed
yes this is [Dm] the room _
this is the [G] old song from memory
_ [C] this is [E] the sound of [Am] the Jew
who refuses [Dm] to die
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_ _ _ [Am] _ April _ 4th, [Dm] _ _
1944
_ [G] _ I recall my [C] old address no more
[A] I live day to day
on [Dm] the glossy dance floor
of [G] a wide countryside
full [C] of disappeared [E] people
_ [Am] I sleep in the churches
[Dm] eat grass like a goat
[G] the calendar hangs
on [C] the wall of [E] my memory
[Am] my name is inscribed
up the [Dm] sleeve of my coat
[G] here I am _
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[E] _ take this [Am] document with you
[Dm] the lines that I wrote
as [G] I bled through the night
in a [C] strange rusted [E] land
I [Am] have ripped the page out
it [Dm] is here in my hand
here [G] I am
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[E] _ _ the [Am] person of the book
[Dm] but I've lost my page
like [G] so many others
I [C] am left to [E] inscribe
my own [Am] name on a torn one
[Dm] we'll have a new book scattered [G] far _
across the _ [C] expanses
_ scrapbook [Am] of signatures
_ scrawled in [Dm] forgotten lost diaries
[G] text to recite when times
[C] bloody [E] blue dances
[Am] and kicks in the bone
of [Dm] our chest like soft earth
and [G] our ancient horse voices
will [F] echo in song
and [Am] resound off the curve
of [Dm] a high stony _ ceiling
[G] curve of the arc
[C] _ from [E] our death to [Am] our birth
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