Furman, Ezra - The Refugee Lyrics




I am a refugee now
I am running like mad across a frosty green Poland
My head in a sack
And the blood in my brain screaming
"How did this happen?"
And "Where am I now?"
Who is so blue in this freeze
Who is so grey with the history
Rain dancing all on my face without mercy
And the muscles relax
And I just have to laugh
Through the loose teeth and tissue
The symphony builds under your boot
And the horns drool in harmony
Dancers all swoon
This is my bloody tune
My last gasp of the past
My thorn in the side of the violence of time
I won't scream, I won't writhe
I am laughing and burning alive
Like a thornbush
That grew in the hot countryside
Now the fire is high
And I am not consumed
Yes, this is the room
This is the old song from memory
This is the sound of the Jew
Who refuses to die

April 4th, 1944
I recall my old address no more
I live day to day on the glossy dancefloor
Of a wide countryside full of disappeared people
I sleep in the churches
Eat grass like a goat
The calendar hangs on the wall of my memory
My name is inscribed up the sleeve of my coat
Here I am

Take this document with you
The lines that I wrote as I bled through the night
In a strange rusted land
I have ripped the page out
It is here in my hand
Here I am

Person of the book
But I have lost my page like so many others
I am left to inscribe my own name
On a torn one
We will have a new book scattered far
Across the expanses
The scrapbook of signatures scrawled
In forgotten, lost diaries
Texts to recite when time's bloody boot
Dances and kicks in the bone of our chest
Like soft earth
And our ancient hoarse voices
Will echo in song
And resound off the curve of a high stony ceiling
The curve of the arch
From our death to our birth





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  1. Ari Molko

    I am a refugee now
    I am running like mad across a frosty green Poland
    My head in a sack
    And the blood in my brain screaming
    "How did this happen?"
    And "Where am I now?"
    Who is so blue in this freeze
    Who is so grey with the history
    Rain dancing all on my face without mercy
    And the muscles relax
    And I just have to laugh
    Through the loose teeth and tissue
    The symphony builds under your boot
    And the horns drool in harmony
    Dancers all swoon
    This is my bloody tune
    My last gasp of the past
    My thorn in the side of the violence of time
    I won't scream, I won't writhe
    I am laughing and burning alive
    Like a thornbush
    That grew in the hot countryside
    Now the fire is high
    And I am not consumed
    Yes, this is the room
    This is the old song from memory
    This is the sound of the Jew
    Who refuses to die


    April 4th, 1944
    I recall my old address no more
    I live day to day on the glossy dancefloor
    Of a wide countryside full of disappeared people
    I sleep in the churches
    Eat grass like a goat
    The calendar hangs on the wall of my memory
    My name is inscribed up the sleeve of my coat
    Here I am

    Take this document with you
    The lines that I wrote as I bled through the night
    In a strange rusted land
    I have ripped the page out
    It is here in my hand
    Here I am

    Person of the book
    But I have lost my page like so many others
    I am left to inscribe my own name
    On a torn one
    We will have a new book scattered far
    Across the expanses
    The scrapbook of signatures scrawled
    In forgotten, lost diaries
    Texts to recite when time's bloody boot
    Dances and kicks in the bone of our chest
    Like soft earth
    And our ancient hoarse voices
    Will echo in song
    And resound off the curve of a high stony ceiling
    The curve of the arch
    From our death to our birth

    j o

    Ari Molko Thank youuu!

    Annie Pro

    Just what i've been looking for💗

  2. patcharisma

    Why don't you just cry instead of singing that whole repetive crap, you wanna-be Nick Cave?
    F--k, is this annoyng!

    (Pat, Switzerland)

    zenBGF

    did you just signature a youtube comment, little boy

  3. Chris - StageLeft Host

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVw3J4kGpjU - 90 min interview with Ezra Furman on The Refugee

    The enigmatic & exquisite Ezra Furman is our guest on Episode 27 of The StageLeft Podcast. Chicago's finest has been recently booked for Coachella Festival and voted in the top 10 festival moments by BBC of 2016.

    A reflective and entertaining interview pays tribute to Leonard Cohen, covers Ezra's upbringing, details the challenges when writing The Refugee, tells us how Lousy Connection & Teddy I'm Ready were composed and discusses the impact Donald Trump's Presidency may on future artistic output.

    Ezra also talks Arcade Fire, Green Day, White Stripes, and lots more!

    "I started to shed a self that was created for an audience.....Liberation don't come easy"

    @ezrafurman

    ezrafurman.com

    www.thestageleftpodcast.com

    "Great questions!" - Steve Cropper

    "Great podcast, check it out" - BBC 6 Music

    "Chris is a great interviewer" - Ben Green - The Guardian

    "This is brilliant" - Richard McNamara - Embrace

    Featuring Tony Visconti, Jennifer Batten, Damon Minchella, Aziz Ibrahim & more - available for free on iTunes, Spotify & Audioboom

    @thestageleftpod

  4. Anel Zadic

    Shit this is really good.

  5. Powell Pressburger

    I want the EP, but I am not interested in buying digital or vinyl. Let me give you my money Ezra!