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Ezra Furman's Book of Our Names

Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit! Happy June 1st!

And Happy Pride Month to my queer kin! We are here, we are fabulous, and we are resisting!

Ezra Furman at London's O2 Brixton Academy (photo: Daniel Landsburgh)

Many thanks to Substack colleague—and Zoom Séance friend—Ani Jamgyal for sharing this video and powerful song with me—and with us. I’m glad to learn of Ezra Furman’s music. May we all continue to find ways to give one another strength and inspiration.

Book of Our Names, written and performed by Ezra Furman

I want there to be a book of our names

None of them missing, none quite the same

None of us ashes, all of us flames

And I want us to read it aloud

I want it to tell of our exile here

In a cruel machinery, our bodies between the gears

And our world back home just the ghost of a prayer

And I want us to read it aloud

And our names will be heard through prison walls

On wet city streets and international calls

And we’ll read it until this whole empire falls

And then we will continue to read it

And the names will be the real ones that are ours

Not the ones given us by the enemy powers

But the ones that we know in our bones and our bowels

And they’ll be said out loud and repeated

Yes I want there to be a book of our names

None of us missing, none exactly the same

None of us ashes, all of us flames

And I want us to read it aloud

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