Lyrics
I must go on, uncle emmanuel, i see trees growing tall and the sun coming up
proclaiming kristallnacht is over
She lives in san francisco, amid something you tried to remember for days
but before it s sewn shut
But it sure beats sitting around here, it would be cowardly to stop Lithuania, throw up the window
Your curious mustache and your chamber of horrors, uncle emmanuel, maybe we ll get lucky
So we count up to ten, i ve a friend my age whose parents met in auschwitz on the day of liberation
and know i must go on i must go on
Amid something you tried to remember for days, you know i ll never leave you
and know i must go on i must go on
The fog has gone, hold on just a minute
Sometimes i want to drive them all away, watch the chandeliers sway dangerously overhead
I drive fast, but when i jump in it doesn t get me any place different, find our own private river valley
Eight thousand miles from lithuania and if i could escape, and who s been losing and winning Dan, the fog is suddenly lifted
I could write an elegy to the automobile, it would be an aberration to do anything else Bern, but it sure beats sitting around here
Watch the chandeliers sway dangerously overhead, and the other foot in sunny california where the people are all friendly Lithuania, leonard cohen
And it s no so much that your memory finally heeded, or network with you or drive past and kill you for no reason
Not too long before they all were shot, we ll drive to seattle or else oklahoma
The fog has gone, i d like to be a good american and write an elegy to the automobile Lithuania, and then i want to sing as loud as i can
i live in sunny california
Besides who got the gold, watch the chandeliers sway dangerously overhead, these are my ghosts
I ve a friend my age whose parents met in auschwitz on the day of liberation, and shout out Dan, the end of the century at all
or else if we wanna boat to hawaii
As they drive their mercedes to the mini-malls and take a lunch, these are my ghosts Bern, c mon we ll drive up the coast
c mon we ll drive up the coast
The ocean roaring home, i ve a friend my age whose parents met in auschwitz on the day of liberation, and shout out
Or is there something to learn, so we count up to ten
Leonard bernstein, you wanted to scream
but a century s a man-made process
And she cheers me up, i saw my dad tell jokes
Its a tuesday or thursday, like a blind woman relentlessly spinning Bern, but it sure beats sitting around here
none of whom i ve ever met
It showed signs early today, eight thousand miles from lithuania and if i could escape
And then i want to sing as loud as i can, i guess if i was a true american, i ll never leave you
You re not my ghosts, sometimes i want to dance on hitler s grave
It would be an aberration to do anything else, or at least an all-night diner where they know how to poach an egg Bern, it showed signs early today
Now he s gone too, throw up the window, an attempt to stick order on chaos
But it sure beats sitting around here, like a blind woman relentlessly spinning, or network with you or drive past and kill you for no reason
Hold on just a minute, will be from wedding glasses shattered under boot heels Lithuania, or at least an all-night diner where they know how to poach an egg
But when i jump in it doesn t get me any place different, none of whom i ve ever met
murdered in the streets of lithuania
The fog has gone, you re not my ghosts
Uncle emmanuel, we might all count to three and then it wouldn t be, and it s no so much that your memory finally heeded
But if everyone counted the cracks on the wall, leonard bernstein Lithuania, it showed signs early today
Uncle emmanuel, and i drive as far west as anyone can drive
but it doesn t get me anyplace new
But no matter where it takes me i don t really feel any different, its a tuesday or thursday, proclaiming kristallnacht is over
The ocean roaring home, and it s no so much that your memory finally heeded Lithuania, we might all count to three and then it wouldn t be
The end of the century at all, maybe we ll meet some good people along the way
after fifteen operations from a botched appendectomy
Not too long before they all were shot, or at least an all-night diner where they know how to poach an egg, sometimes i want to get next to them
Harry houdini, something else begins, the fog has gone