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• Artiste: Dan Bern
• Titre: Lithuania
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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've had one foot in the black and white two dimensional ghosts of Lithuania, and one 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 got shot My only bridge to them is my dad, he knew them and he knew me, but now he's gone too Sometimes I want to get next to them, sometimes I want to push 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 I can't escape the way I feel I sometimes want to dance on Hitler's grave, and shout out, "Groucho Marx, Lenny Bruce, Leonard Cohen, Philip Roth, Bob Dylan, Albert Einstein, Woody Allen, Abby Hoffman, Leonard Bernstein, Harry Houdini, Sandy Kofacs!" And then I want to scream and sing as loud as I can, to the chandeliers that sway dangerously overhead, proclaiming Krystalnacht is over I say that Krystalnacht is over! The only broken glass tonight will be from wedding glasses shattered under boot heels We're not the ones who are in the museum, its 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 works for a big company now in San Francisco, and 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 her with a heart heavy from the things on my mind, she cheers me up. I saw my dad tell jokes, and teach me how to laugh, thirty years after his parents, and brothers, sister were all shot, murdered in the streets of Lithuania. I see trees growing tall and the sun coming up, and the ocean roaring home, and know I must go on I must go on! It would be cowardly to stop, it would be an aberration to do anything else. Amid something you tried to remember for days, The fog suddenly lifted The haze is gone from your mind, And its no so much that your memory finally heeded Just that you gave up, Needing to need it Hey, the fog has gone, Hey, the fog has gone Its time for you to come out, There's no longer a reason to die And something is over, something else begins The end of the century is coming Like a blind woman relentlessly spinning But before its sewed shut You wanted to scream, "Hold on just a minute, was this just a dream? Or is there something to learn Besides who got the gold, And who's been losing and winning? But the century's a man-made process, An attempt to stick order on chaos We're born with ten fingers, So we count up to ten, But if everyone counted the cracks on the wall, Yeah, we'd count up to three, and then it wouldn't be The end of the century at all Hey, the fog has gone Hey hey, the fog has gone It showed signs early today I knew when I woke in my bed That something was going on Throw up the window, I want to scream out your name Hey hey, the fog has gone Hey hey, the fog has gone C'mon, we'll drive up the coast Its a Tuesday and Thursday I can't remember, and I don't care We'll drive to Seattle Or else Oklahoma Or else if we wanna A boat to Hawaii Or maybe Japan with the kings of karaoke Come out! Come on out now girl, you've gotta come out! Maybe the only thing jumping in the car and driving can get us is an empty tank of gas Yeah, but it sure beats sitting around here Maybe we'll be lucky, find our own private river valley, or at least an all-night diner where they know how to poach and egg Maybe we'll meet some nice people along the way, and anyway, you know I'll never leave you You know I'll never leave you