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11 <title>Dan Bern: Lithuania
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17 <h1 class=
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19 <p>Written by Dan Bern
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20 Tabbed by Eyolf
Østrem
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29 Fmaj9sus4/e
003011</pre>
31 <p>The tab of the intro is just an approximation; he mostly plays it in a mixture of
32 fingerpicking and strumming.
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57 I'd like to be a good American and write an elegy to the automobile
59 But no matter where it takes me I don't really feel any different
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62 I got one foot in the black and white two dimensional ghosts of Lithuania,
64 the other foot in sunny California where the people are all well-tanned
65 as they drive their Mercedeses to the mini-malls and take a lunch
66 or network with you or drive past and kill you for no reason
69 These are my ghosts: Uncle Emmanuel, Uncle Eli,
71 Aunt Mia, and my grandparents, Jenny and Tobias, none of whom I've ever met
74 I saw some letters once that they wrote to my dad in Palestine in
1940
76 - not too long before they all got shot
78 <em>My only bridge to them is my dad, he knew them, he knew me, now he's gone too
</em>
81 Sometimes I want to get next to them,
83 sometimes I want to push them all away, say
"You're not *my* ghosts,
84 I live in Sunny California, I drive a
1992 Red Chevrolet,
86 I drive fast, and I drive as far west as anyone can drive,
88 eight thousand miles from Lithuania and if I could escape by driving further
89 then I would, but it doesn't get me anyplace new
"
98 I guess if I was a true American, I could write an elegy to the automobile,
100 but when I jump in I can't escape the way I feel
103 Sometimes I want to dance on Hitler's grave, and shout out,
105 "Groucho Marx, Lenny Bruce, Leonard Cohen, Philip Roth, Bob Dylan, Albert Einstein,
106 Woody Allen, Leonard Bernstein, Harry Houdini, Emma Goldman, Sandy Kofacs!
"
109 And then I want to shout and sing as loud as I can,
110 watch the chandeliers that sway dangerously overhead, proclaiming
113 I say that Krystalnacht is over!
115 The only broken glass tonight
116 will be from wedding glasses shattered under boot heels
118 We're not the ones who are in the museum, its you,
119 your curious mustache and your chamber of horrors
125 I've a friend about my age whose parents met in Auschwitz on the day of Liberation,
127 she works for a big company now in San Francisco, and just moved into a new house
130 I've a friend who lies in her hospital bed after fifteen operations
131 from a botched appendectomy
133 I go to visit her with a heart heavy from the things on my mind, and she cheers me up
136 I saw my dad tell jokes, and teach me how to laugh, thirty years after his parents,
138 brothers, sister were all shot, murdered in the streets of Lithuania
141 I see trees growing tall and the sun coming up, and the ocean roaring home,
143 and know I must go on I must go on! It would be cowardly to stop,
144 C/g D/f# Dsus4/f# D7/f#
145 it would be an aberration to do anything else
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149 Amid something you tried to remember for days,
151 The fog is suddenly lifting, The haze
153 is gone from your mind, and its not so much
155 that your memory finally heeded
157 Just that you gave up needing to need it
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158 <pre class=
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160 Hey hey, the fog has gone,
162 Hey hey, the fog has gone
164 Its time for you to come out,
166 no longer a reason to die
168 And something is over, something else begins
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169 <pre class=
"bridge">The end of the century is coming
170 Like a blind woman relentlessly spinning
171 But before its sewed shut you wanted to scream,
172 "Hold on just a minute, was this just a dream?
173 Or is there something to learn besides who got the gold,
174 And who's been losing and winning?
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175 <pre class=
"bridge">But the century's a man-made process,
176 An attempt to stick order on chaos
177 We're born with ten fingers, so we count up to ten,
178 But if everyone counted the cracks on the wall,
179 Yeah, we'd count up to three, and then it wouldn't be
180 The end of the century at all
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182 <pre class=
"bridge2">Hey hey, the fog has gone
183 Hey hey, the fog has gone
185 C'mon, we'll drive up the coast
187 Its a Tuesday and Thursday I can't remember,
191 We'll drive to Seattle or else Oklahoma
193 Or else, if we wanna, a boat to Hawaii
195 Or maybe Japan with the kings of karaoke
199 Come on out now girl, you've gotta come out!
201 Maybe the only thing jumping in the car and driving can get us
203 is an empty tank of gas
205 but it sure beats just sitting around here
207 Maybe we'll get lucky, find our own private river valley,
209 or at least an all-night diner where they know how to poach an egg
211 Maybe we'll meet some nice people along the way,
215 I'll never leave you,
217 You know I'll never leave you
219 I'll never leave you
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