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from Phil Ochs - The Early Years (2001)
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Walkin' down an Alabama road Rememberin' what the Bible told D G D Am Walkin' with a letter in his hand D G D Am Dreaming of another southern land Am Walkin' down an Alabama road And he went by the name of William Moore Now what are you doing William Moore D G Am Why the letter in your hand? D G Am There's only one southern land And he went by the name of William Moore Am Em Am What price the glory of one man? C F What price the glory of one man? C Em What price the hopes, F G What price the dreams, C F G C And what price the glory of one man? Remembering what his grandfather done Fought for the south in '61 A hundred years have passed by since then Now Moore is fighting for the south again Remembering what his grandfather done Remembering the time in World War Two And the South Pacific Island that he knew Remembering the young men that he killed And the praying that the guns of hate be stilled Remembering the time in World War Two What price the glory of one man? What price the glory of one man? What price the hopes, What price the dreams, And what price the glory of one man? And they shot him on the Alabama road Forgot about what the Bible told They shot him with that letter in his hand As though he were a dog and not a man And they shot him on the Alabama road Did you say it was a shame when he died? Did you say he was fool because he tried? Did you wonder who had fired the gun? Did you know that it was you who fired the gun? Did you say it was a shame when he died? What price the glory of one man? What price the glory of one man? What price the hopes, What price the dreams, And what price the glory of one man? |
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from Phil Ochs - Rehearsals For Retirement/ Gunfight At Carnegie Hall/ Two Classic Albums From Phil Ochs (2006)
As I went out one evening to take the evening air
I was blessed by a blood-red moon In Lincoln Park the dark was turning I spied a fair young maiden and a flame was in her eyes And on her face lay the steel blue skies Of Lincoln Park, the dark was turning Turning They spread their sheets upon the ground just like a wandering tribe And the wise men walked in their Robespierre robes Through Lincoln Park the dark was turning The towers trapped and trembling, and the boats were tossed about When the fog rolled in and the gas rolled out From Lincoln Park the dark was turning Turning Like wild horses freed at last we took the streets of wine But I searched in vain for she stayed behind In Lincoln Park the dark was turning I'll go back to the city where I can be alone And tell my friend she lies in stone In Lincoln Park the dark was turning |
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from Phil Ochs - The War Is Over: The Best Of Phil Ochs (2000)
The pilots playing poker in the cockpit of the plane
The casualties arriving like the dropping of the rain And a mountain of machinery will fall before a man When you're white boots marching in a yellow land It's written in the ashes of the village towns we burn It's written in the empty bed of the fathers unreturned And the chocolate in the childrens eyes will never understand When you're white boots marching in a yellow land Red blow the bugles of the dawn The morning has arrived you must be gone And the lost patrol chase their chartered(*) souls Like cold/old(?) whores following tired armies Train them well, the men who will be fighting by your side And never turn your back if the battle turns the tide For the colours of a civil war are louder than commands When you're white boots marching in a yellow land Blow them from the forest and burn them from your sight Tie their hands behind their back and question through the night But when the firing squad is ready they'll be spitting where they stand At the white boots marching in a yellow land Red blow the bugles of the dawn The morning has arrived you must be gone And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls Like cold whores following tired armies The comic and the beauty queen are dancing on the stage Raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a cage We're fighting in a war we lost before the war began We're the white boots marching in a yellow land And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls like cold whores following tired armies |
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from Phil Ochs - Tape From California (2006)
The pilots playing poker in the cockpit of the plane
The casualties arriving like the dropping of the rain And a mountain of machinery will fall before a man When you're white boots marching in a yellow land It's written in the ashes of the village towns we burn It's written in the empty bed of the fathers unreturned And the chocolate in the childrens eyes will never understand When you're white boots marching in a yellow land Red blow the bugles of the dawn The morning has arrived you must be gone And the lost patrol chase their chartered(*) souls Like cold/old(?) whores following tired armies Train them well, the men who will be fighting by your side And never turn your back if the battle turns the tide For the colours of a civil war are louder than commands When you're white boots marching in a yellow land Blow them from the forest and burn them from your sight Tie their hands behind their back and question through the night But when the firing squad is ready they'll be spitting where they stand At the white boots marching in a yellow land Red blow the bugles of the dawn The morning has arrived you must be gone And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls Like cold whores following tired armies The comic and the beauty queen are dancing on the stage Raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a cage We're fighting in a war we lost before the war began We're the white boots marching in a yellow land And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls like cold whores following tired armies |
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from Phil Ochs - Tape From California (2006)
In the fire blue forests, faded and forgotten
I crawled through the cotton fields, picking for cotton The overseer sneered, his whipping was rotten With ecstasy. In child-like terror I tore out the tap roots Guards of the lash were calling to follow suit I dashed for the swamps, the hounds in hot pursuit Jealously. All through the night a figure of fright, as I hid my head And they buried their nose in a cut of my cloths, now torn in shreds And they never would leave until they believed that I was dead But I'd never curse their names Oh, who am I to blame I know I'd do the same Endlessly. And all the high-born ladies So lovely and so true, Have been handed to the soldiers When in Rome do as the Romans do. Frail and afraid in the mists of the morning The snakes and the spiders were sadly performing The bark of the dogs kept up the warning Inside the wood. Sweating and swearing I crawled from the manger The highway appeared to take me from danger Is there anyone here who would pick up a stranger? Oh I wish you could. Then someone replied "would you like a ride?" "Come in" he said. We drove for a while, he gave me a smile and a piece of bread The hammer was hard in the chrome of the car as I cracked his head Then we took off in a spin Oh I smashed his skull again Oh thank you my good friend, I feel so good. And all the high-born ladies So lovely and so true, Have been handed to the soldiers When in Rome do as the Romans do. Late in the evening I came to the city I fell to the sidewalks sighing for pity A diamond was dropped from the hands of the pretty To be so kind. Cowards and corpses were busy competing The rhymes of the riots were busy repeating I raced to the corner and sped from the speeding To save my mind. Latches and locks, companies of cops ran from the rain There was silk in the stores for the whims of the whores That shone with shame. I asked for a light from a priest in the night Then I fanned the flames. And the traffic all stood still To see if someone had been killed I was glad to leave a thrill So far behind. And all the high-born ladies So lovely and so true, Have been handed to the soldiers When in Rome do as the Romans do. A monk and his mother were dancing so dandy A topless nun was handing out candy The beautiful bishop broke out the brandy The kiss we crave. They stuttered and stammered, would I feel like staying We fell to our knees, feverishly praying The salt in the salt-petre seemed to be saying Be brave, be brave. I reached for a robe, I preached and I probed And I taught the tune. And the greed for the guilt was played to the hilt As I promised doom I toyed with their fears, until coins and tears filled the room Then I took off down the road Laughing madly like a toad God bless every soulless soul That would be saved. And all the high-born ladies So lovely and so true, Have been handed to the soldiers When in Rome do as the Romans do. A chorus of children were passing the hours I joined in their fun and gave them my flowers Covered with kisses and showered with showers That they repaid. Taken and trusting, would I be their teacher? She looked so appealing, I wanted to touch her Just out of reach, unable to reach her Their hands were raised. Charmed by the chalk, the lessons were taught, inside the class They studied the rules of the samurai schools, they had to pass The room was adjourned, the lessons were learned, I turned on the gas And I watched them make their pleas They passed the test with ease I gave them their degrees, They made the grade. And all the high-born ladies So lovely and so true, Have been handed to the soldiers When in Rome do as the Romans do. Feeling my weakness, a coward for company I joined the ranks of the hot and hungry To teach what it means to have love for your country We marched away. We lowered our lives for the lines of a border We danced with the mothers, played with the daughters We followed our fantasies, following orders It was child's play. After the war the bullets were bored so we capped the game With cynical smiles we put them on trial to place the blame Now what kind of beast would love such a feast Have you no shame? So we hung them by the feet Oh, we shot them in the street Oh, the victory was sweet On victory day. And all the high-born ladies So lovely and so true, Have been handed to the soldiers When in Rome do as the Romans do. The bread and the circuses came to be nearing The Saviour or somebody must be appearing Pagans and pageants were all disappearing Inside my head. The stones on the statues were staring and stalling Caesar and Cassius were cursing and calling The empire had risen and now it was falling Or so it seemed. The crown and the cross seemed empty and lost in dark despair And luminous lies, death in disguise were everywhere The canvas was cold, the story was old, I said my prayers Then I crowned him on the head Oh, I blessed him as he bled Oh At last, the king is dead God save the queen. And all the high-born ladies So lovely and so true, Have been handed to the soldiers When in Rome do as the Romans do. Now nothing remained for building or burning The losing of lovers was all I was learning A time for escape and a time for returning had come to me Back through the ashes and back through the embers Back through the roads and the ruins I remembered My hands at my side I sadly surrendered Do as you please. The hero was home, proven and grown, I fell on the floor Mad with romance they started to dance, their star was born I bled like the rain, exploded in pain, then I screamed for more Oh, make me feel sublime Release me from my mind Oh, Kill me one more time And set me free. 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from Phil Ochs - Phil Ochs In Concert (2004)
There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone G Em A And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone D A Bm And you won't find me singin' on this song when I'm gone Em A D So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here And I won't feel the flowing of the time when I'm gone All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I'm gone My pen won't pour out a lyric line when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here And I won't breathe the bracing air when I'm gone And I can't even worry 'bout my cares when I'm gone Won't be asked to do my share when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here And I won't be running from the rain when I'm gone And I can't even suffer from the pain when I'm gone Can't say who's to praise and who's to blame when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here Won't see the golden of the sun when I'm gone And the evenings and the mornings will be one when I'm gone Can't be singing louder than the guns when I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here All my days won't be dances of delight when I'm gone And the sands will be shifting from my sight when I'm gone Can't add my name into the fight while I'm gone So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here And I won't be laughing at the lies when I'm gone And I can't question how or wh |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That's Fit To Sing (2006)
What's that I hear now ringing in my ear
I've heard that sound before What's that I hear now ringing in my ear I hear it more and more It's the sound of freedom calling Ringing up to the sky It's the sound of the old ways falling You can hear it if you try You can hear it if you try What's that I see now shining in my eyes I've seen that light before What's that I see now shining in my eyes I see it more and more It's the light of freedom shining Shining up to the sky It's the light of the old ways a dying You can see it if you try What's that I feel now beating in my heart I've felt that beat before What's that I feel now beating in my heart I feel it more and more It's the rumble of freedom calling Climbing up to the sky It's the rumble of the old ways a falling You can feel it if you try |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
What's that I hear now ringing in my ear
I've heard that sound before What's that I hear now ringing in my ear I hear it more and more It's the sound of freedom calling Ringing up to the sky It's the sound of the old ways falling You can hear it if you try You can hear it if you try What's that I see now shining in my eyes I've seen that light before What's that I see now shining in my eyes I see it more and more It's the light of freedom shining Shining up to the sky It's the light of the old ways a dying You can see it if you try What's that I feel now beating in my heart I've felt that beat before What's that I feel now beating in my heart I feel it more and more It's the rumble of freedom calling Climbing up to the sky It's the rumble of the old ways a falling You can feel it if you try |
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from Phil Ochs - The Early Years (2001)
Oh you tell me that there's danger to the land you call your own
And you watch them build the war machine right beside your home And you tell me that you're ready to go marchin' to the war I know you're set for fighting, but what are you fighting for? Before you pack your rifle and sail across the sea Just think upon the southern part of the land that you call free Oh, there's many kinds of slavery and we've found many more I know you're set for fightin', but what are you fighting for? And before you walk out on your job in answer to the call Just think about the millions who have no job at all And the men who wait for handouts with their eyes upon the floor Oh I know you're set for fighting, but what are you fighting for? Turn on your tv, turn it on so loud And watch the fool a smiling there and tell me that you're proud And listen to your radio, the noise it starts to pour Oh I know you're set for fighting, but what are you fighting for? Read your morning papers, read every single line And tell me if you can believe that simple world you find Read every slanted word till your eyes are getting sore, I know you're set for fighting, but what are you fighting for? And listen to your leaders, the ones who won the race As they stand right there before you and lie into your face If you ever try to buy them, you know what they stand for I know you're set for fighting, but what are you fighting for? Put ragged clothes upon your back and sleep upon the ground, And tell police about your rights as they drag you down, And ask them as they lead you to some deserted door, Yes, I know you're set for fightin', but what are you fightin' for? But the hardest thing I'll ask you, if you will only try Is take your children by their hands and look into their eyes And there you'll see the answer you should have seen before If you'll win the wars at home, there'll be no fighting anymore |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That's Fit To Sing (2006)
In the state of Mississippi many years ago
A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind CHORUS: Too many martyrs and too many dead Too many lies too many empty words were said Too many times for too many angry men Oh let it never be again His name was Medgar Evers and he walked his road alone Like Emmett Till and thousands more whose names we'll never know They tried to burn his home and they beat him to the ground But deep inside they both knew what it took to bring him down *chorus* The killer waited by his home hidden by the night As Evers stepped out from his car into the rifle sight he slowly squeezed the trigger, the bullet left his side It struck the heart of every man when Evers fell and died. *chorus* And they laid him in his grave while the bugle sounded clear laid him in his grave when the victory was near While we waited for the future for freedom through the land (*) The country gained a killer and the country lost a man *chorus* Notes: |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
In the state of Mississippi many years ago
A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind CHORUS: Too many martyrs and too many dead Too many lies too many empty words were said Too many times for too many angry men Oh let it never be again His name was Medgar Evers and he walked his road alone Like Emmett Till and thousands more whose names we'll never know They tried to burn his home and they beat him to the ground But deep inside they both knew what it took to bring him down *chorus* The killer waited by his home hidden by the night As Evers stepped out from his car into the rifle sight he slowly squeezed the trigger, the bullet left his side It struck the heart of every man when Evers fell and died. *chorus* And they laid him in his grave while the bugle sounded clear laid him in his grave when the victory was near While we waited for the future for freedom through the land (*) The country gained a killer and the country lost a man *chorus* Notes: |
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from Phil Ochs - The Early Years (2001)
G cm g cm Show me a prison, show me a jail, G em am d Show me a prisoner whose face has gone pale Em c am And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why Bm g am d And there but for fortune, may go you or i Show me the alley, show me the train, Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain, And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why There but for fortune, may go you or go i you and i. Show me the whiskey stains on the floor, Show me the dunken man as he stumbles out the door, And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why There but for fortune, may go you or go i you and i. [extra verse... written by noel paul stookey] Show me the famine, show me the frail Eyes with no future that show how we failed And i'll show you the children with so many reasons why There but for fortune, go you or i. Show me the country where bombs had to fall, Show me the ruins of buildings once so tall, And i'll show you a young land with so many reasons why There but for fortune, go you or go i you and i. You and i, There but for fortune, go you or go i you and i. Here it is in french (supplied by william curtis): Je vois le prison Je vois la nuit Je vois le prisonnier qui pleure sa vie Et je me dis souvent Quand je m'endors dans tes bras Ou va la chance, a toi ? a moi ? Je vois des blessures Jamais gueries Je vois le vagabond Quit dort sous la pluie Je vois cet homme Au coeur perdu Qui boit pour ne plus voir Ce qu'il est devenu Je vois des villes Dont les maisons Un j |
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from Phil Ochs - Phil Ochs In Concert (2004)
G cm g cm Show me a prison, show me a jail, G em am d Show me a prisoner whose face has gone pale Em c am And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why Bm g am d And there but for fortune, may go you or i Show me the alley, show me the train, Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain, And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why There but for fortune, may go you or go i you and i. Show me the whiskey stains on the floor, Show me the dunken man as he stumbles out the door, And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why There but for fortune, may go you or go i you and i. [extra verse... written by noel paul stookey] Show me the famine, show me the frail Eyes with no future that show how we failed And i'll show you the children with so many reasons why There but for fortune, go you or i. Show me the country where bombs had to fall, Show me the ruins of buildings once so tall, And i'll show you a young land with so many reasons why There but for fortune, go you or go i you and i. You and i, There but for fortune, go you or go i you and i. Here it is in french (supplied by william curtis): Je vois le prison Je vois la nuit Je vois le prisonnier qui pleure sa vie Et je me dis souvent Quand je m'endors dans tes bras Ou va la chance, a toi ? a moi ? Je vois des blessures Jamais gueries Je vois le vagabond Quit dort sous la pluie Je vois cet homme Au coeur perdu Qui boit pour ne plus voir Ce qu'il est devenu Je vois des villes Dont les maisons Un j |
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from Phil Ochs - The War Is Over: The Best Of Phil Ochs (2000)
Silent soldiers on a silver screen
Framed in fantasies and dragged in dream Unpaid actors of the mystery The mad director knows that freedom will not make you free And what's this got to do with me I declare the war is over It's over, it's over Drums are drizzling on a grain of sand Fading rhythms of a fading land Prove your courage in the proud parade Trust your leaders where mistakes are almost never made And they're afraid that I'm afraid I'm afraid the war is over It's over, it's over Angry artists painting angry signs Use their vision just to blind the blind Poisoned players of a grizzly game One is guilty and the other gets the point to blame Pardon me if I refrain I declare the war is over It's over, it's over So do your duty, boys, and join with pride Serve your country in her suicide Find the flags so you can wave goodbye But just before the end even treason might be worth a try This country is to young to die I declare the war is over It's over, it's over One-legged veterans will greet the dawn And they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn And the gargoyles only sit and grieve The gypsy fortune teller told me that we'd been deceived You only are what you believe I believe the war is over It's over, it's over |
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from Phil Ochs - Tape From California (2006)
Silent soldiers on a silver screen
Framed in fantasies and dragged in dream Unpaid actors of the mystery The mad director knows that freedom will not make you free And what's this got to do with me I declare the war is over It's over, it's over Drums are drizzling on a grain of sand Fading rhythms of a fading land Prove your courage in the proud parade Trust your leaders where mistakes are almost never made And they're afraid that I'm afraid I'm afraid the war is over It's over, it's over Angry artists painting angry signs Use their vision just to blind the blind Poisoned players of a grizzly game One is guilty and the other gets the point to blame Pardon me if I refrain I declare the war is over It's over, it's over So do your duty, boys, and join with pride Serve your country in her suicide Find the flags so you can wave goodbye But just before the end even treason might be worth a try This country is to young to die I declare the war is over It's over, it's over One-legged veterans will greet the dawn And they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn And the gargoyles only sit and grieve The gypsy fortune teller told me that we'd been deceived You only are what you believe I believe the war is over It's over, it's over |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That's Fit To Sing (2006)
In Portsmouth town
On the eastern shore Where many a fine ship was born The Thresher was built And the Thresher was launched And the crew of the Thresher was sworn She was shaped like a tear She was built like a shark She was made to run fast and free And the builders shook their hands And the builders shared their wine Thought that they had mastered the sea Yes, she'll always run silent And she'll always run deep Though the ocean has no pity Though the waves will never weep They'll never weep And they marveled at her speed And they marveled at her depth And they marveled at her deadly design And they sailed to every land And they sailed to every port Just to see what faults they could find Then they put her on the land For nine months to stand And they worked on her from stem to stern But they could never see It was their coffin to be For the sea was waiting for their return Yes, she'll always run silent And she'll always run deep Though the ocean has no pity Though the waves will never weep They'll never weep On a cold Wednesday morn They put her out to sea When the waves they were nine feet high And they dove beneath the waves And they dove to their graves And they never said a last goodbye And it's deeper and deeper And deeper they dove Just to see what their ship could stand But the hull gave a moan And the hull gave a groan And they plunged to the deepest darkest sand Now she lies in the depths Of the darkened ocean floor Covered by the waters cold and still Oh, can't you see the wrong? She was a death ship all along Died before she had a chance to kill And she'll never run silent And she'll never run deep For the ocean had no pity And the waves they never weep They never weep |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
In Portsmouth town
On the eastern shore Where many a fine ship was born The Thresher was built And the Thresher was launched And the crew of the Thresher was sworn She was shaped like a tear She was built like a shark She was made to run fast and free And the builders shook their hands And the builders shared their wine Thought that they had mastered the sea Yes, she'll always run silent And she'll always run deep Though the ocean has no pity Though the waves will never weep They'll never weep And they marveled at her speed And they marveled at her depth And they marveled at her deadly design And they sailed to every land And they sailed to every port Just to see what faults they could find Then they put her on the land For nine months to stand And they worked on her from stem to stern But they could never see It was their coffin to be For the sea was waiting for their return Yes, she'll always run silent And she'll always run deep Though the ocean has no pity Though the waves will never weep They'll never weep On a cold Wednesday morn They put her out to sea When the waves they were nine feet high And they dove beneath the waves And they dove to their graves And they never said a last goodbye And it's deeper and deeper And deeper they dove Just to see what their ship could stand But the hull gave a moan And the hull gave a groan And they plunged to the deepest darkest sand Now she lies in the depths Of the darkened ocean floor Covered by the waters cold and still Oh, can't you see the wrong? She was a death ship all along Died before she had a chance to kill And she'll never run silent And she'll never run deep For the ocean had no pity And the waves they never weep They never weep |
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from Phil Ochs - The War Is Over: The Best Of Phil Ochs (2000)
Sailors climb the tree, up the terrible tree
Where are my shipmates have they sunk beneath the sea? I do not know much, but I know this cannot be It isn't really, it isn't really, Tell me it isn't really. Sounding bell is diving down the water green Not a trace, not a toothbrush, not a cigarette was seen Bubble ball is rising from a whisper or a scream But I'm not screaming, no I'm not screaming, Tell me I'm not screaming. Captain will not say how long we must remain The phantom ship forever sail the sea It's all the same. Captain my dear Captain we're staying down so long I have been a good man, I've done nobody wrong Have we left our ladies for the lyrics of a song? That I'm not singing, I'm not singing Tell me I'm not singing The schooner ship is sliding across the kitchen sink My son and my daughter they won't know what to think The crew has turned to voting and the officers to drink But I'm not drinking, no I'm not drinking Tell me I'm not drinking Captain will not say how long we must remain The phantom ship forever sail the sea It's all the same. The radio is begging them to come back to the shore All will be forgiven, it'll be just like before All you've ever wanted will be waiting by your door We will forgive you, we will forgive you Tell me we will forgive you But no one gives an answer not even one goodbye Oh, the silence of their sinking is all that they reply Some have chosen to decay and other chose to die But I'm not dying, no I'm not dying Tell me I'm not dying Captain will not say how long we must remain The phantom ship forever sail the sea It's all the same. |
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from Phil Ochs - Rehearsals For Retirement/ Gunfight At Carnegie Hall/ Two Classic Albums From Phil Ochs (2006)
Sailors climb the tree, up the terrible tree
Where are my shipmates have they sunk beneath the sea? I do not know much, but I know this cannot be It isn't really, it isn't really, Tell me it isn't really. Sounding bell is diving down the water green Not a trace, not a toothbrush, not a cigarette was seen Bubble ball is rising from a whisper or a scream But I'm not screaming, no I'm not screaming, Tell me I'm not screaming. Captain will not say how long we must remain The phantom ship forever sail the sea It's all the same. Captain my dear Captain we're staying down so long I have been a good man, I've done nobody wrong Have we left our ladies for the lyrics of a song? That I'm not singing, I'm not singing Tell me I'm not singing The schooner ship is sliding across the kitchen sink My son and my daughter they won't know what to think The crew has turned to voting and the officers to drink But I'm not drinking, no I'm not drinking Tell me I'm not drinking Captain will not say how long we must remain The phantom ship forever sail the sea It's all the same. The radio is begging them to come back to the shore All will be forgiven, it'll be just like before All you've ever wanted will be waiting by your door We will forgive you, we will forgive you Tell me we will forgive you But no one gives an answer not even one goodbye Oh, the silence of their sinking is all that they reply Some have chosen to decay and other chose to die But I'm not dying, no I'm not dying Tell me I'm not dying Captain will not say how long we must remain The phantom ship forever sail the sea It's all the same. |
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from Phil Ochs - The Early Years (2001)
The fire-breathing Rebels arrive at the party early,
Their khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur. Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the lords. Boasting of the murder of the very hands that pour. And the victims learn to giggle, for at least they are not bored. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The Hostess is enormous, she fills the room with perfume, She meets the guests and smothers them with greetings. And she asks "how are you" as she offers them a drink, The Countess of the social grace, who never seems to blink. And she promises to talk to you, if you promise not to think. And my shoulders had to shrug, as I crawled beneath the rug And retuned my piano. The Beauty of the hour is blazing in the present, She surrounds herself with those who would surrender. Floating in her flattery she's a trophy-prize, caressed. Protected by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed. And she's staring down their desires, while they're staring down her dress. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The egos shine like lightbulbs, so bright you cannot see them, Blind each other blinder than a sandbox. All the fury of an argument, holding back their yawns, A challenge shakes the chandliers, the selfish swords are drawn. To the loser go the hangups, to the victor go the hangers on. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. They travel to the table, the host is served for supper, And they pass each other down for salt and pepper. And the conversation sparkles as their wits are dipped in wine, Dinosaurs on a diet, on each other they will dine. Then they pick their teeth and they squelch a belch saying: "Darling you tasted divine." And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The Wallflower is waiting, she hides behind composure. She'd love to dance and prays that no one asks her. Then she steals a glance at lovers while her fingers tease her hair. And she marvels at the confidence of those who hide their fears. Then her eyes are closed as she rides away with a foreign legionaire. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. Romeo is reeling, counting notches on his thighbone, Searching for one hundred and eleven. And he's charming as a cherub as he leads you to his web, Seducing queens and gypsy girls in the boudoir of his head. Then he wraps himself with a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The party must be over, even the Losers are leaving. But just one doubt is nagging at my caustic mind: So I snuck up close behind me and I gave myself a kiss, And I led myself to the mirror to expose what I had missed. There I saw a laughing maniac who was writing songs like this. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. |
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from Phil Ochs - Live At The New Port (2005)
The fire-breathing Rebels arrive at the party early,
Their khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur. Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the lords. Boasting of the murder of the very hands that pour. And the victims learn to giggle, for at least they are not bored. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The Hostess is enormous, she fills the room with perfume, She meets the guests and smothers them with greetings. And she asks "how are you" as she offers them a drink, The Countess of the social grace, who never seems to blink. And she promises to talk to you, if you promise not to think. And my shoulders had to shrug, as I crawled beneath the rug And retuned my piano. The Beauty of the hour is blazing in the present, She surrounds herself with those who would surrender. Floating in her flattery she's a trophy-prize, caressed. Protected by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed. And she's staring down their desires, while they're staring down her dress. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The egos shine like lightbulbs, so bright you cannot see them, Blind each other blinder than a sandbox. All the fury of an argument, holding back their yawns, A challenge shakes the chandliers, the selfish swords are drawn. To the loser go the hangups, to the victor go the hangers on. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. They travel to the table, the host is served for supper, And they pass each other down for salt and pepper. And the conversation sparkles as their wits are dipped in wine, Dinosaurs on a diet, on each other they will dine. Then they pick their teeth and they squelch a belch saying: "Darling you tasted divine." And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The Wallflower is waiting, she hides behind composure. She'd love to dance and prays that no one asks her. Then she steals a glance at lovers while her fingers tease her hair. And she marvels at the confidence of those who hide their fears. Then her eyes are closed as she rides away with a foreign legionaire. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. Romeo is reeling, counting notches on his thighbone, Searching for one hundred and eleven. And he's charming as a cherub as he leads you to his web, Seducing queens and gypsy girls in the boudoir of his head. Then he wraps himself with a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The party must be over, even the Losers are leaving. But just one doubt is nagging at my caustic mind: So I snuck up close behind me and I gave myself a kiss, And I led myself to the mirror to expose what I had missed. There I saw a laughing maniac who was writing songs like this. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. |
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from Phil Ochs - I Ain'T Marching Anymore (2006)
Let's drink a toast to the admiral,
And here's to the captain bold, And glory more for the commodore, When the deeds of might are told. They stand to the deck with the battle's wreck, When the great shells roar and pound, And never they fear when the foe is near To lay their orders down-- But off with your hats and three times three For every sailor's son, For the men below who fight the foe, The men behind the guns: Oh, the men behind the guns. Their hearts a-pounding heavy when They swing to port once more -- With never enough of the greenback stuff, They start for the leave ashore. And you'd think perhaps the blue-blouse chaps Had better clothes to wear, For the uniforms of officers Could hardly be compared: Warriors bold with straps of gold That dazzle like the sun Outshine the common sailor boys, The lads who serve the guns: Oh, the men behind the guns. Say not a word till the shot is heard That tells the fight is on, And the angry sound of another round That says there must be God Over the deep and the deadly sweep, The fire and the bursting shell, Where the very air is a mad despair, The throes of a living hell. But down and deep in a mighty ship Unseen by the midday sun You'll find the boys who make the noise, The lads who serve the guns: Oh, the men behind the guns. And well they know the cyclone blow Loose from the cannon's steel. The know the hull of the enemy ship Will quiver with the peal. And the decks will rock with the lightning shock And shake with the great recoil While the sea grows red with the blood of the dead And swallows up her spoil. But not until the final ship Has made her final run Can we give their rest to the very best: To the lads who serve the guns -- Oh, the men behind the guns. Let's drink a toast to the admiral, And here's to the captain bold, And glory more for the commodore, When the deeds of might are told. They stand to the deck with the battle's wreck, When the great shells roar and pound, And never they fear when the foe is near To lay their orders down-- But off with your hats and three times three For every sailor's son, For the men below who fight the foe, The men behind the guns: Oh, the man behind the gun. |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
Let's drink a toast to the admiral,
And here's to the captain bold, And glory more for the commodore, When the deeds of might are told. They stand to the deck with the battle's wreck, When the great shells roar and pound, And never they fear when the foe is near To lay their orders down-- But off with your hats and three times three For every sailor's son, For the men below who fight the foe, The men behind the guns: Oh, the men behind the guns. Their hearts a-pounding heavy when They swing to port once more -- With never enough of the greenback stuff, They start for the leave ashore. And you'd think perhaps the blue-blouse chaps Had better clothes to wear, For the uniforms of officers Could hardly be compared: Warriors bold with straps of gold That dazzle like the sun Outshine the common sailor boys, The lads who serve the guns: Oh, the men behind the guns. Say not a word till the shot is heard That tells the fight is on, And the angry sound of another round That says there must be God Over the deep and the deadly sweep, The fire and the bursting shell, Where the very air is a mad despair, The throes of a living hell. But down and deep in a mighty ship Unseen by the midday sun You'll find the boys who make the noise, The lads who serve the guns: Oh, the men behind the guns. And well they know the cyclone blow Loose from the cannon's steel. The know the hull of the enemy ship Will quiver with the peal. And the decks will rock with the lightning shock And shake with the great recoil While the sea grows red with the blood of the dead And swallows up her spoil. But not until the final ship Has made her final run Can we give their rest to the very best: To the lads who serve the guns -- Oh, the men behind the guns. Let's drink a toast to the admiral, And here's to the captain bold, And glory more for the commodore, When the deeds of might are told. They stand to the deck with the battle's wreck, When the great shells roar and pound, And never they fear when the foe is near To lay their orders down-- But off with your hats and three times three For every sailor's son, For the men below who fight the foe, The men behind the guns: Oh, the man behind the gun. |
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from Phil Ochs - I Ain'T Marching Anymore (2006)
The wind was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon cloudy seas And the road was a ribbon of moonlight Over the purple moor And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding Yes, the highwayman came riding Up to the old inn door Over the cobbles he clattered And clashed in the darkened yard And he tapped with his whip at the window But all was locked and barred So he whistled a tune to the window And who should be waiting there But the landlord's black eyed daughter Bess the landlord's daughter Plaiting a dark red love knot Into her long black hair One kiss, my bonny sweetheart For I'm after a prize tonight But I shall be back with the yellow gold Before the morning light Yet if they press me sharply Harry me through the day Oh, then look for me by moonlight Watch for me by moonlight And I'll come to thee by moonlight Though Hell should bar the way He did not come at the dawning No, he did not come at the noon And out of the tawny sunset before the rise of the moon When the road was a gypsy's ribbon Looping the purple moor Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching, marching King George's men came marching Up to the old inn door And they bound the landlord's daughter with many a sniggering jest And they bound the musket beside her With the barrel beneath her breast Now keep good watch and they kissed her She heard the dead man say "Oh look for me by moonlight Watch for me by moonlight And I'll come to thee by moonlight Though Hell should bar the way" Look for me by moonlight Hoof beats ringing clear Watch for me by moonlight Were they deaf that they did not hear For he rode on the gypsy highway She breathed one final breath Then her finger moved in the moonlight Her musket shattered the moonlight And it shattered her breast in the moonlight And warned him with her death Oh he turned; he spurred on to the west He did not know who stood Out with her black hair a flowing down Drenched with her own red blood Oh not 'til the dawn had he heard it And his face grew gray to hear How Bess the landlord's daughter The landlord's black eyed daughter Had watched for her love in the moonlight And died in the darkness there Back he spurred like a madman Shrieking a curse to the sky With the white road smoking behind him And his rapier brandished high Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon Wine red his velvet coat When they shot him down on the highway Down like a dog on the highway And he lay in his blood on the highway With a bunch of lace at his throat And still on a winter's night they say When the wind is in the trees When the moon is a ghostly galleon Tossed upon cloudy seas When the road is a ribbon of moonlight Over the purple moor Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding, riding Yes the highwayman comes riding Up to the old inn door. |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
The wind was a torrent of darkness
Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon cloudy seas And the road was a ribbon of moonlight Over the purple moor And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding Yes, the highwayman came riding Up to the old inn door Over the cobbles he clattered And clashed in the darkened yard And he tapped with his whip at the window But all was locked and barred So he whistled a tune to the window And who should be waiting there But the landlord's black eyed daughter Bess the landlord's daughter Plaiting a dark red love knot Into her long black hair One kiss, my bonny sweetheart For I'm after a prize tonight But I shall be back with the yellow gold Before the morning light Yet if they press me sharply Harry me through the day Oh, then look for me by moonlight Watch for me by moonlight And I'll come to thee by moonlight Though Hell should bar the way He did not come at the dawning No, he did not come at the noon And out of the tawny sunset before the rise of the moon When the road was a gypsy's ribbon Looping the purple moor Oh a redcoat troop came marching, marching, marching King George's men came marching Up to the old inn door And they bound the landlord's daughter with many a sniggering jest And they bound the musket beside her With the barrel beneath her breast Now keep good watch and they kissed her She heard the dead man say "Oh look for me by moonlight Watch for me by moonlight And I'll come to thee by moonlight Though Hell should bar the way" Look for me by moonlight Hoof beats ringing clear Watch for me by moonlight Were they deaf that they did not hear For he rode on the gypsy highway She breathed one final breath Then her finger moved in the moonlight Her musket shattered the moonlight And it shattered her breast in the moonlight And warned him with her death Oh he turned; he spurred on to the west He did not know who stood Out with her black hair a flowing down Drenched with her own red blood Oh not 'til the dawn had he heard it And his face grew gray to hear How Bess the landlord's daughter The landlord's black eyed daughter Had watched for her love in the moonlight And died in the darkness there Back he spurred like a madman Shrieking a curse to the sky With the white road smoking behind him And his rapier brandished high Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon Wine red his velvet coat When they shot him down on the highway Down like a dog on the highway And he lay in his blood on the highway With a bunch of lace at his throat And still on a winter's night they say When the wind is in the trees When the moon is a ghostly galleon Tossed upon cloudy seas When the road is a ribbon of moonlight Over the purple moor Oh the highwayman comes riding, riding, riding Yes the highwayman comes riding Up to the old inn door. |
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from Phil Ochs - Rehearsals For Retirement/ Gunfight At Carnegie Hall/ Two Classic Albums From Phil Ochs (2006)
Lost in the valley of dolls
Fell from the path, it was nobody's fault That I was alone. Time dripped from the trees Leapt through a land I fell to my knees before the throne And the crown was covered jewels, sparkling schools The beautiful fauns The magnificent battle was fought And Cinderella's soldier fish was caught And the lady from the lake Who helped me to escape Led me to myself at last Though I danced with the dolls in the doll house The flower fled from my feet, Tom Sawyer voice through the hole of the key, Landed so gently. Castles cover the cave, I had no choice, the visions were brave And the phantoms were friendly, And Pirate Jenny was dancing for pennies, The knucklebones tossed in a spin, There were silver songs on her skin. And she wasn't caring when the ship came in. And the lady from the lake Helped me to escape Led me to myself at last, Though I danced with the dolls in the doll house My costume dropped to the floor, Naked at last, I couldn't fight any-more, And the service was rendered. A poem fell from the wine, buried the past. The future was mine and the present sur-rendered. And the ballet master is beckoning faster, The ballerina was posed, in the fragile beauty we froze. Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go. And the lady from the lake Who helped me to escape Left me with myself at last Though I danced with the doll in the doll house |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That's Fit To Sing (2006)
Hear the sledges with the bells
Silver bells What a world of merriment Their melody foretells How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle In the icy air of night All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight Keeping time, time, time With a sort of Runic rhyme From the tintinnabulation That so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells Hear the mellow wedding bells Golden bells What a world of happiness Their harmony foretells Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight Through the dances and the yells And the rapture that impels How it swells How it dwells On the future How it tells From the swinging and the ringing Of the molten golden bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells Of the rhyming and the chiming of the bells Hear the loud alarm bells Brazen bells What a tale of terror now Their turbulency tells Much too horrified to speak Oh, they can only shriek For all the ears to know How the danger ebbs and flows Leaping higher, higher, higher With a desperate desire In a clamorous appealing To the mercy of the fire With the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells With the clamor and the clanging of the bells Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells What a world of solemn thought their monody compels For all the sound that floats From the rust within our throats And the people sit and groan In their muffled monotone And the tolling, tolling, tolling Feels a glory in the rolling From the throbbing and the sobbing Of the melancholy bells Oh, the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells Oh, the moaning and the groaning of the bells |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
Hear the sledges with the bells
Silver bells What a world of merriment Their melody foretells How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle In the icy air of night All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight Keeping time, time, time With a sort of Runic rhyme From the tintinnabulation That so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells Hear the mellow wedding bells Golden bells What a world of happiness Their harmony foretells Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight Through the dances and the yells And the rapture that impels How it swells How it dwells On the future How it tells From the swinging and the ringing Of the molten golden bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells Of the rhyming and the chiming of the bells Hear the loud alarm bells Brazen bells What a tale of terror now Their turbulency tells Much too horrified to speak Oh, they can only shriek For all the ears to know How the danger ebbs and flows Leaping higher, higher, higher With a desperate desire In a clamorous appealing To the mercy of the fire With the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells With the clamor and the clanging of the bells Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells What a world of solemn thought their monody compels For all the sound that floats From the rust within our throats And the people sit and groan In their muffled monotone And the tolling, tolling, tolling Feels a glory in the rolling From the throbbing and the sobbing Of the melancholy bells Oh, the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells Oh, the moaning and the groaning of the bells |
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from Phil Ochs - I Ain'T Marching Anymore (2006)
So you tell me that your last good dollar is goneA D Gand you say that your pockets are bare.G B7 Em E7And you tell me that your clothes are tattered and tornA A7 Dand nobody seems to care.B7 EmNow don't tell me your troubles,A D Gno I don't have the time to spare.B7 Em E7But if you want to get together and fightA D Ggood buddy that's what I want to hear.And you tell me that your job was taken awayby a big ol' greasy machine.And you tell me that you don't collect no more payand your belly is growing lean.Now if I had the jobs to giveyou know I'd give them all away.But don't waste your breath calling out my nameif you don't have nothing to say.
And you tell me that you don't have nothing to doand you keep on wasting your time.And you say when you want to get your family some foodyou gotta stand in a relief line.Now it's a sin and a bloody shame'bout the way they're pushing you 'round.But when you decide not to take no moreyou know I'll put my money down.'Cause I've seen your kind many times beforeAnd I'll see 'em many times again.Oh but every bad thing that's happened to youhas happened to better men.So don't explain that you've lost your waythat you've got no place to go.You've got a hand and a voice and you're not aloneBrother that's all you need to know.And if you're still wondering what I'm trying to saylet me tell you what it's all about.Now nobody listens to a single manwhen he's walkin' 'round down and out.So if you're looking for an answerhe's standing there by your side.And you'll never really know how far you'll go'til you join together and try.(Repeat first six lines) |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
So you tell me that your last good dollar is goneA D Gand you say that your pockets are bare.G B7 Em E7And you tell me that your clothes are tattered and tornA A7 Dand nobody seems to care.B7 EmNow don't tell me your troubles,A D Gno I don't have the time to spare.B7 Em E7But if you want to get together and fightA D Ggood buddy that's what I want to hear.And you tell me that your job was taken awayby a big ol' greasy machine.And you tell me that you don't collect no more payand your belly is growing lean.Now if I had the jobs to giveyou know I'd give them all away.But don't waste your breath calling out my nameif you don't have nothing to say.
And you tell me that you don't have nothing to doand you keep on wasting your time.And you say when you want to get your family some foodyou gotta stand in a relief line.Now it's a sin and a bloody shame'bout the way they're pushing you 'round.But when you decide not to take no moreyou know I'll put my money down.'Cause I've seen your kind many times beforeAnd I'll see 'em many times again.Oh but every bad thing that's happened to youhas happened to better men.So don't explain that you've lost your waythat you've got no place to go.You've got a hand and a voice and you're not aloneBrother that's all you need to know.And if you're still wondering what I'm trying to saylet me tell you what it's all about.Now nobody listens to a single manwhen he's walkin' 'round down and out.So if you're looking for an answerhe's standing there by your side.And you'll never really know how far you'll go'til you join together and try.(Repeat first six lines) |
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from Phil Ochs - I Ain'T Marching Anymore (2006)
The bullets of the false revenge have struck us once again
As the angry seas have struck upon the sand And it seemed as though a friendless world had lost itself a friend That was the President and that was the man. I still can see him smiling there and waving at the crowd As he drove through the music of the band And never even knowing no more time would be allowed Not for the President and not for the man. Here's a memory to share, here's a memory to save Of the sudden early ending of command Yet a part of you and a part of me is buried in his grave That was the President and that was the man. It's not only for the leader that the sorrow hits so hard There are greater things I'll never understand How a man so filled with life, even death was caught off guard. That was the President and that was the man. Every thing he might have done and all he could have been Was proven by the troubled traitors hand For what other death could wound the hearts of so many men That was the President and that was the man. Yes, the glory that was Lincoln's never died when he was slain It's been carried over time and time again And to the list of honor you may add another name That was the President and that was the man. That was the President and that was the man. Here is an older version of the song, supplied by Cody Gillespie-Lynch On a South Pacific ocean, on a South Pacific shore, A legend was written on the sand, For a man of peace was born in the middle of a war, That was the president, and that was the man. With the wisdom of the old and the vision of the young, A challenge was given to the land, And our dreams of peace were spoken with a gifted, golden tongue, That was the president, and that was the man. When the freedom revolution gave a rumble and a roar, The world was shown on which side he would stand, For the first time in a hundred years he opened up the door, That was the president, and that was the man. When a hungry world was searching for a way to feed it's own, The Peace Corps was offered as his plan, And now these seeds of knowledge go wherever winds have blown, That was the president, and that was the man. Everything he might've done and all he could've been, Was proven by the tainted traitor's hand, For what other death could wound the hearts of so many men, That was the president, and that was the man. No end to all the sorrow and the hours we shall grieve, So deep was the fire of his brand, And still I can remember, and still I can't believe, That was the president, and that was the man. Yes, the glory that was Lincoln's never died when he was slain, That glory shown with Roosevelt again, And to this list of honor you may list another name, For these were the presidents, and these were the men. |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
The bullets of the false revenge have struck us once again
As the angry seas have struck upon the sand And it seemed as though a friendless world had lost itself a friend That was the President and that was the man. I still can see him smiling there and waving at the crowd As he drove through the music of the band And never even knowing no more time would be allowed Not for the President and not for the man. Here's a memory to share, here's a memory to save Of the sudden early ending of command Yet a part of you and a part of me is buried in his grave That was the President and that was the man. It's not only for the leader that the sorrow hits so hard There are greater things I'll never understand How a man so filled with life, even death was caught off guard. That was the President and that was the man. Every thing he might have done and all he could have been Was proven by the troubled traitors hand For what other death could wound the hearts of so many men That was the President and that was the man. Yes, the glory that was Lincoln's never died when he was slain It's been carried over time and time again And to the list of honor you may add another name That was the President and that was the man. That was the President and that was the man. Here is an older version of the song, supplied by Cody Gillespie-Lynch On a South Pacific ocean, on a South Pacific shore, A legend was written on the sand, For a man of peace was born in the middle of a war, That was the president, and that was the man. With the wisdom of the old and the vision of the young, A challenge was given to the land, And our dreams of peace were spoken with a gifted, golden tongue, That was the president, and that was the man. When the freedom revolution gave a rumble and a roar, The world was shown on which side he would stand, For the first time in a hundred years he opened up the door, That was the president, and that was the man. When a hungry world was searching for a way to feed it's own, The Peace Corps was offered as his plan, And now these seeds of knowledge go wherever winds have blown, That was the president, and that was the man. Everything he might've done and all he could've been, Was proven by the tainted traitor's hand, For what other death could wound the hearts of so many men, That was the president, and that was the man. No end to all the sorrow and the hours we shall grieve, So deep was the fire of his brand, And still I can remember, and still I can't believe, That was the president, and that was the man. Yes, the glory that was Lincoln's never died when he was slain, That glory shown with Roosevelt again, And to this list of honor you may list another name, For these were the presidents, and these were the men. |
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from Phil Ochs - Tape From California (2006)
Who's that coming down the road
A sailor from the sea He looks a lot like me I'd know him anywhere, had to stare Feathers at his fingertips A halo 'round his spine he must have lost his mind he should be put away, right away In the corner of the night he handed me his waterpipe His eyes were searching deep inside my head Here's what he said Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California New York city has exploded and it's crashed upon my head I dove beneath the bed Fighting, biting nails, turning pale The landlord's at my window And the burglar's at my door I can't take it anymore I guess I'll have to fly, it's worth a try Someone's banging on the wall But there's no party to recall The singer of the shadows of his soul So he's been told Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California From the mirror of my mantle to the velvet on my bed Trapped upon a stolen stage, a Barrymore at best(?) My rhymes are all repeating, ballads growing blind Words have turned to water, the women turned to wine The draft board is debating if they'd like to take my life I'd sooner take a wife and have raise a child or two Wouldn't you? Peace has turned to poison The flag has blown a fuse Even courage is confused And now all the brave are in the grave Century is bending(?) have a very happy ending To the victor go the ashes of the spoil Seeds in the soil Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California The flower-power fuller brush man is farming out his friends I stabbed him with my stem And then I tapped his toes with my rose He crawled around inside himself Now he's crawling after me Dropping acid in my tea He wants to save his soul rock and roll One of us must understand It's not the drug that makes the man Then a poster of a movie star walked by He must have been high Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California Half the world is crazy and the other half is scared Maddonas do the minuet for the naked millionaires The anarchists are rising while we're racing for the moon It doesn't take a seer to see that the scene is coming soon So who's that coming down the road A sailor from the sea He looks a lot like me I'd know him anywhere Had to stare A fire around his fingertips A song around his spine He must have found his mind He should be put away Anyway Surrounded by the slaughter Now I'm boarding(?) at the border When the echoes of my ecstacy appear Wish I was here Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California |
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from Phil Ochs - Rehearsals For Retirement/ Gunfight At Carnegie Hall/ Two Classic Albums From Phil Ochs (2006)
Who's that coming down the road
A sailor from the sea He looks a lot like me I'd know him anywhere, had to stare Feathers at his fingertips A halo 'round his spine he must have lost his mind he should be put away, right away In the corner of the night he handed me his waterpipe His eyes were searching deep inside my head Here's what he said Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California New York city has exploded and it's crashed upon my head I dove beneath the bed Fighting, biting nails, turning pale The landlord's at my window And the burglar's at my door I can't take it anymore I guess I'll have to fly, it's worth a try Someone's banging on the wall But there's no party to recall The singer of the shadows of his soul So he's been told Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California From the mirror of my mantle to the velvet on my bed Trapped upon a stolen stage, a Barrymore at best(?) My rhymes are all repeating, ballads growing blind Words have turned to water, the women turned to wine The draft board is debating if they'd like to take my life I'd sooner take a wife and have raise a child or two Wouldn't you? Peace has turned to poison The flag has blown a fuse Even courage is confused And now all the brave are in the grave Century is bending(?) have a very happy ending To the victor go the ashes of the spoil Seeds in the soil Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California The flower-power fuller brush man is farming out his friends I stabbed him with my stem And then I tapped his toes with my rose He crawled around inside himself Now he's crawling after me Dropping acid in my tea He wants to save his soul rock and roll One of us must understand It's not the drug that makes the man Then a poster of a movie star walked by He must have been high Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California Half the world is crazy and the other half is scared Maddonas do the minuet for the naked millionaires The anarchists are rising while we're racing for the moon It doesn't take a seer to see that the scene is coming soon So who's that coming down the road A sailor from the sea He looks a lot like me I'd know him anywhere Had to stare A fire around his fingertips A song around his spine He must have found his mind He should be put away Anyway Surrounded by the slaughter Now I'm boarding(?) at the border When the echoes of my ecstacy appear Wish I was here Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California |
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from Phil Ochs - The Early Years (2001)
Sailing over to Vietnam,
Southeast Asian Birmingham. Well training is the word we use, Nice word to have in case we lose. Training a million Vietnamese To fight for the wrong government and the American Way. Well they put me in a barracks house Just across the way from Laos. They said you're pretty safe when the troops deploy But don't turn your back on your house boy When they ring the gong, watch out for the Viet-Cong. Well the sergeant said it's time to train So I climbed aboard my helicopter plane. We flew above the battle ground A sniper tried to shoot us down. He must have forgotten, we're only trainees. Them Commies never fight fair. Friends the very next day we trained some more We burned some villages down to the floor. Yes we burned out the jungles far and wide, Made sure those red apes had no place left to hide. Threw all the people in relocation camps, Under lock and key, made damn sure they're free. Well I walked through the jungle and around the bend Who should I meet but President Diem. Said you're fighting to keep Vietnam free For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy). That means rule by one family And 15,000 American troops, give or take a few Thousand. American. Troops. He said: "I was a fine old Christian man Ruling this backward Buddhist land. Well it ain't much but what the heck It sure beats hell out of Chiang Kai-shek I'm the power elite. Me and the 7th fleet." He said: "meet my sister, Madam Nhu The sweetheart of Dien Bien Phu" He said: "Meet my brothers, meet my aunts With the government that doesn't take a chance. Families that slay together, stay together." Said: "If you want to stay you'll have to pay Over a million dollars a day. But it's worth it all, don't you see? If you loose the country you'll still have me. Me and Syngman Rhee, Chiang Kai-shek, Madam Nhu. Like I said on _Meet the Press_ 'I regret that I have but one country to give for my life.'" Well now old Dien is gone and dead All the new leaders are anti-Red. Yes they're pro-American, freedom sensations Against Red China, the United Nations. Now all the news commentators and the CIA are saying, "Thank God for coincidence." |
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from Phil Ochs - Live At The New Port (2005)
Sailing over to Vietnam,
Southeast Asian Birmingham. Well training is the word we use, Nice word to have in case we lose. Training a million Vietnamese To fight for the wrong government and the American Way. Well they put me in a barracks house Just across the way from Laos. They said you're pretty safe when the troops deploy But don't turn your back on your house boy When they ring the gong, watch out for the Viet-Cong. Well the sergeant said it's time to train So I climbed aboard my helicopter plane. We flew above the battle ground A sniper tried to shoot us down. He must have forgotten, we're only trainees. Them Commies never fight fair. Friends the very next day we trained some more We burned some villages down to the floor. Yes we burned out the jungles far and wide, Made sure those red apes had no place left to hide. Threw all the people in relocation camps, Under lock and key, made damn sure they're free. Well I walked through the jungle and around the bend Who should I meet but President Diem. Said you're fighting to keep Vietnam free For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy). That means rule by one family And 15,000 American troops, give or take a few Thousand. American. Troops. He said: "I was a fine old Christian man Ruling this backward Buddhist land. Well it ain't much but what the heck It sure beats hell out of Chiang Kai-shek I'm the power elite. Me and the 7th fleet." He said: "meet my sister, Madam Nhu The sweetheart of Dien Bien Phu" He said: "Meet my brothers, meet my aunts With the government that doesn't take a chance. Families that slay together, stay together." Said: "If you want to stay you'll have to pay Over a million dollars a day. But it's worth it all, don't you see? If you loose the country you'll still have me. Me and Syngman Rhee, Chiang Kai-shek, Madam Nhu. Like I said on _Meet the Press_ 'I regret that I have but one country to give for my life.'" Well now old Dien is gone and dead All the new leaders are anti-Red. Yes they're pro-American, freedom sensations Against Red China, the United Nations. Now all the news commentators and the CIA are saying, "Thank God for coincidence." |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That's Fit To Sing (2006)
Sailing over to Vietnam,
Southeast Asian Birmingham. Well training is the word we use, Nice word to have in case we lose. Training a million Vietnamese To fight for the wrong government and the American Way. Well they put me in a barracks house Just across the way from Laos. They said you're pretty safe when the troops deploy But don't turn your back on your house boy When they ring the gong, watch out for the Viet-Cong. Well the sergeant said it's time to train So I climbed aboard my helicopter plane. We flew above the battle ground A sniper tried to shoot us down. He must have forgotten, we're only trainees. Them Commies never fight fair. Friends the very next day we trained some more We burned some villages down to the floor. Yes we burned out the jungles far and wide, Made sure those red apes had no place left to hide. Threw all the people in relocation camps, Under lock and key, made damn sure they're free. Well I walked through the jungle and around the bend Who should I meet but President Diem. Said you're fighting to keep Vietnam free For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy). That means rule by one family And 15,000 American troops, give or take a few Thousand. American. Troops. He said: "I was a fine old Christian man Ruling this backward Buddhist land. Well it ain't much but what the heck It sure beats hell out of Chiang Kai-shek I'm the power elite. Me and the 7th fleet." He said: "meet my sister, Madam Nhu The sweetheart of Dien Bien Phu" He said: "Meet my brothers, meet my aunts With the government that doesn't take a chance. Families that slay together, stay together." Said: "If you want to stay you'll have to pay Over a million dollars a day. But it's worth it all, don't you see? If you loose the country you'll still have me. Me and Syngman Rhee, Chiang Kai-shek, Madam Nhu. Like I said on _Meet the Press_ 'I regret that I have but one country to give for my life.'" Well now old Dien is gone and dead All the new leaders are anti-Red. Yes they're pro-American, freedom sensations Against Red China, the United Nations. Now all the news commentators and the CIA are saying, "Thank God for coincidence." |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
Sailing over to Vietnam,
Southeast Asian Birmingham. Well training is the word we use, Nice word to have in case we lose. Training a million Vietnamese To fight for the wrong government and the American Way. Well they put me in a barracks house Just across the way from Laos. They said you're pretty safe when the troops deploy But don't turn your back on your house boy When they ring the gong, watch out for the Viet-Cong. Well the sergeant said it's time to train So I climbed aboard my helicopter plane. We flew above the battle ground A sniper tried to shoot us down. He must have forgotten, we're only trainees. Them Commies never fight fair. Friends the very next day we trained some more We burned some villages down to the floor. Yes we burned out the jungles far and wide, Made sure those red apes had no place left to hide. Threw all the people in relocation camps, Under lock and key, made damn sure they're free. Well I walked through the jungle and around the bend Who should I meet but President Diem. Said you're fighting to keep Vietnam free For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy). That means rule by one family And 15,000 American troops, give or take a few Thousand. American. Troops. He said, "I was a fine old Christian man Ruling this backward Buddhist land. Well it ain't much but what the heck It sure beats hell out of Chiang Kai-shek I'm the power elite. Me and the 7th fleet." He said, "Meet my sister, Madam Nhu The sweetheart of Dien Bien Phu" He said, "Meet my brothers, meet my aunts With the government that doesn't take a chance. Families that slay together, stay together." Said, "If you want to stay you'll have to pay Over a million dollars a day. But it's worth it all, don't you see? If you loose the country you'll still have me. Me and Syngman Rhee, Chiang Kai-shek, Madam Nhu. Like I said on Meet the Press 'I regret that I have but one country to give for my life.' Well now old Dien is gone and dead All the new leaders are anti-Red. Yes they're pro-American, freedom sensations Against Red China, the United Nations. Now all the news commentators and the CIA are saying, "Thank God for coincidence." |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That's Fit To Sing (2006)
It was just a little while ago, I glued my ears to the radio
The announcer was sayin' we'd better beware A crisis was hanging, a wave up in the air Crawlin' on the ground, swimmin' in the sea, headin' for me Well, I didn't know if I was for or agin' it He was yellin' and screamin' a mile a minute Well, he said "Here comes the President But first this word from Pepsodent Have whiter teeth, have cleaner breath When you're facin' nuclear death" And then President John began to speak And I knew right away he wouldn't be weak Well, he said he'd seen some missile bases And terrible smiles on Cuban faces Close pictures, carryin' land reform too far Giving land to the USSR Well, he said we mustn't be afraid We're settin' up a little blockade Put our ships along the Cuban shores And if the Russian bear yells and roars We'll let him have it From Turkey and Greece, Formosa and Spain The peaceful West European Plain From Alaska and Greenland we'll use our means And twenty thousand submarines We're gonna teach the Russians a lesson For trying to upset the balance of power Now most Americans stood behind The President and his military minds But me, I stood behind a bar Dreamin' of a spaceship getaway car Head for mars, any other planet that has bars Like Gerde's Folk City Yes, it seemed the stand was strong and plain But some Republicans was a goin' insane And they still are, well, they said our plan was just too mild Spare the rod and spoil the child Let's sink Cuba into the sea And give 'em back democracy under the water Well, the deadline was set for ten o'clock For a cold war it was a gettin' hot Well, the Russians tried, the Russians failed Homeward bound those missiles sailed Mr. Khruschev said, "Better Red than dead" |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
It was just a little while ago, I glued my ears to the radio
The announcer was sayin' we'd better beware A crisis was hanging, a wave up in the air Crawlin' on the ground, swimmin' in the sea, headin' for me Well, I didn't know if I was for or agin' it He was yellin' and screamin' a mile a minute Well, he said "Here comes the President But first this word from Pepsodent Have whiter teeth, have cleaner breath When you're facin' nuclear death" And then President John began to speak And I knew right away he wouldn't be weak Well, he said he'd seen some missile bases And terrible smiles on Cuban faces Close pictures, carryin' land reform too far Giving land to the USSR Well, he said we mustn't be afraid We're settin' up a little blockade Put our ships along the Cuban shores And if the Russian bear yells and roars We'll let him have it From Turkey and Greece, Formosa and Spain The peaceful West European Plain From Alaska and Greenland we'll use our means And twenty thousand submarines We're gonna teach the Russians a lesson For trying to upset the balance of power Now most Americans stood behind The President and his military minds But me, I stood behind a bar Dreamin' of a spaceship getaway car Head for mars, any other planet that has bars Like Gerde's Folk City Yes, it seemed the stand was strong and plain But some Republicans was a goin' insane And they still are, well, they said our plan was just too mild Spare the rod and spoil the child Let's sink Cuba into the sea And give 'em back democracy under the water Well, the deadline was set for ten o'clock For a cold war it was a gettin' hot Well, the Russians tried, the Russians failed Homeward bound those missiles sailed Mr. Khruschev said, "Better Red than dead" |
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from Phil Ochs - The Early Years (2001)
SPOKEN: Well, I think, whenever there's a deep tragedy,
There's also present something of the ridiculous. So I'd like to do you a song now, Called "Talking Birmingham Jam." Walkin' down to Birmingham, 'way down South in Dixie land, I thought that I would stop awhile, Take a vacation, Southern style. Got some Southern hospitality, Down there in a Southern hospital. Well, all the signs there said, "Welcome in, Welcome, if you're White, my friend. Come along, and watch the fights; Well, we feed our dogs on Civil Rights. We believe in Segregation -- Negroes in one mob, Policemen, politicians, dogs in the other!" Well, I've seen travelin' many ways, I've traveled in cars and old subways. But in Birmingham, some people chose The flight on the street from a fire hose, Doin' some hard travelin', From hydrants a-plenty! Well, a pack of dogs was standin' by, I walked up to them and I said "Hi." Well, I asked one dog what they all were doin'; He walked up to me and started chewin' -- It was a black dog, Seems ev'rybody down there is prejudiced! Well, I said, "There must be some man around, There can't be only you dogs in town." They said, "Sure, we have Old Bull Connor, There he goes, walkin' yonder, Throwin' some raw meat to the Mayor, Feedin' bones to the City Council!" Well, I said, "There's still something missing here, You must have a Governor, somewhere." "Sure, he's done his duty, he ain't no fool, He's blocking our kids from our schools, Standin' in the doorway, crackin' jokes, Gettin' re-elected!" So I asked 'em how they spent their time With Segregation on their mind. They said, "If you don't like to live this way, Get outa here, go back to the U.S.A, Live with all them Russians, New York agitators!" Some say they'd passed their darkest hour, Those moderates are back in power. They'll listen close, with open ears, They'll help us out in a couple a-hundred years; But don't push 'em, whatever you do, Or else you get those extremists back in! You see, Alabama is a sovereign state, With sovereign dogs and sovereign hate. They stand for the Bible, for the Constitution, They stand against Communist revolution. They say, "It's Pinkoes like you That free the slaves!" |
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from Phil Ochs - Live At The New Port (2005)
SPOKEN: Well, I think, whenever there's a deep tragedy,
There's also present something of the ridiculous. So I'd like to do you a song now, Called "Talking Birmingham Jam." Walkin' down to Birmingham, 'way down South in Dixie land, I thought that I would stop awhile, Take a vacation, Southern style. Got some Southern hospitality, Down there in a Southern hospital. Well, all the signs there said, "Welcome in, Welcome, if you're White, my friend. Come along, and watch the fights; Well, we feed our dogs on Civil Rights. We believe in Segregation -- Negroes in one mob, Policemen, politicians, dogs in the other!" Well, I've seen travelin' many ways, I've traveled in cars and old subways. But in Birmingham, some people chose The flight on the street from a fire hose, Doin' some hard travelin', From hydrants a-plenty! Well, a pack of dogs was standin' by, I walked up to them and I said "Hi." Well, I asked one dog what they all were doin'; He walked up to me and started chewin' -- It was a black dog, Seems ev'rybody down there is prejudiced! Well, I said, "There must be some man around, There can't be only you dogs in town." They said, "Sure, we have Old Bull Connor, There he goes, walkin' yonder, Throwin' some raw meat to the Mayor, Feedin' bones to the City Council!" Well, I said, "There's still something missing here, You must have a Governor, somewhere." "Sure, he's done his duty, he ain't no fool, He's blocking our kids from our schools, Standin' in the doorway, crackin' jokes, Gettin' re-elected!" So I asked 'em how they spent their time With Segregation on their mind. They said, "If you don't like to live this way, Get outa here, go back to the U.S.A, Live with all them Russians, New York agitators!" Some say they'd passed their darkest hour, Those moderates are back in power. They'll listen close, with open ears, They'll help us out in a couple a-hundred years; But don't push 'em, whatever you do, Or else you get those extremists back in! You see, Alabama is a sovereign state, With sovereign dogs and sovereign hate. They stand for the Bible, for the Constitution, They stand against Communist revolution. They say, "It's Pinkoes like you That free the slaves!" |
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from Phil Ochs - I Ain'T Marching Anymore (2006)
SPOKEN: Well, I think, whenever there's a deep tragedy,
There's also present something of the ridiculous. So I'd like to do you a song now, Called "Talking Birmingham Jam." Walkin' down to Birmingham, 'way down South in Dixie land, I thought that I would stop awhile, Take a vacation, Southern style. Got some Southern hospitality, Down there in a Southern hospital. Well, all the signs there said, "Welcome in, Welcome, if you're White, my friend. Come along, and watch the fights; Well, we feed our dogs on Civil Rights. We believe in Segregation -- Negroes in one mob, Policemen, politicians, dogs in the other!" Well, I've seen travelin' many ways, I've traveled in cars and old subways. But in Birmingham, some people chose The flight on the street from a fire hose, Doin' some hard travelin', From hydrants a-plenty! Well, a pack of dogs was standin' by, I walked up to them and I said "Hi." Well, I asked one dog what they all were doin'; He walked up to me and started chewin' -- It was a black dog, Seems ev'rybody down there is prejudiced! Well, I said, "There must be some man around, There can't be only you dogs in town." They said, "Sure, we have Old Bull Connor, There he goes, walkin' yonder, Throwin' some raw meat to the Mayor, Feedin' bones to the City Council!" Well, I said, "There's still something missing here, You must have a Governor, somewhere." "Sure, he's done his duty, he ain't no fool, He's blocking our kids from our schools, Standin' in the doorway, crackin' jokes, Gettin' re-elected!" So I asked 'em how they spent their time With Segregation on their mind. They said, "If you don't like to live this way, Get outa here, go back to the U.S.A, Live with all them Russians, New York agitators!" Some say they'd passed their darkest hour, Those moderates are back in power. They'll listen close, with open ears, They'll help us out in a couple a-hundred years; But don't push 'em, whatever you do, Or else you get those extremists back in! You see, Alabama is a sovereign state, With sovereign dogs and sovereign hate. They stand for the Bible, for the Constitution, They stand against Communist revolution. They say, "It's Pinkoes like you That free the slaves!" |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
SPOKEN: Well, I think, whenever there's a deep tragedy,
There's also present something of the ridiculous. So I'd like to do you a song now, Called "Talking Birmingham Jam." Walkin' down to Birmingham, 'way down South in Dixie land, I thought that I would stop awhile, Take a vacation, Southern style. Got some Southern hospitality, Down there in a Southern hospital. Well, all the signs there said, "Welcome in, Welcome, if you're White, my friend. Come along, and watch the fights; Well, we feed our dogs on Civil Rights. We believe in Segregation -- Negroes in one mob, Policemen, politicians, dogs in the other!" Well, I've seen travelin' many ways, I've traveled in cars and old subways. But in Birmingham, some people chose The flight on the street from a fire hose, Doin' some hard travelin', From hydrants a-plenty! Well, a pack of dogs was standin' by, I walked up to them and I said "Hi." Well, I asked one dog what they all were doin'; He walked up to me and started chewin' -- It was a black dog, Seems ev'rybody down there is prejudiced! Well, I said, "There must be some man around, There can't be only you dogs in town." They said, "Sure, we have Old Bull Connor, There he goes, walkin' yonder, Throwin' some raw meat to the Mayor, Feedin' bones to the City Council!" Well, I said, "There's still something missing here, You must have a Governor, somewhere." "Sure, he's done his duty, he ain't no fool, He's blocking our kids from our schools, Standin' in the doorway, crackin' jokes, Gettin' re-elected!" So I asked 'em how they spent their time With Segregation on their mind. They said, "If you don't like to live this way, Get outa here, go back to the U.S.A, Live with all them Russians, New York agitators!" Some say they'd passed their darkest hour, Those moderates are back in power. They'll listen close, with open ears, They'll help us out in a couple a-hundred years; But don't push 'em, whatever you do, Or else you get those extremists back in! You see, Alabama is a sovereign state, With sovereign dogs and sovereign hate. They stand for the Bible, for the Constitution, They stand against Communist revolution. They say, "It's Pinkoes like you That free the slaves!" |
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from Phil Ochs - The Early Years (2001)
Well, once I heard some people say, "if you gotta travel
There's just one way, you gotta leave the ground, gotta go Through the air, gotta find a pilot and pay your fare You gotta sail through the sky. In other words, you gotta fly". Yes, statistics show it's the way to go, Well, it's safer than your car, you know; It's safer than your home, safter than your street, About the safes place to put your feet; Statistics don't lie... But statistics don't die, either. Well, once I heard bob dylan say: You gotta take a train -- it's the only way; Well, nothin' ever happens to trains at all -- There was just one accident he could recall: A plane crashed into it... People flying in all directions, then. One day when the sky was blue, I boarded a plane and off we flew, Looked out the window, insurance in my hand, Just like columbus searching searching for land; Swearin' I'd never fly again... Just like the last time. Then one of the stewardesses ambled by, And suddenly I wasn't afraid to die; She brought me coffee, pillows and tea, Said, "you're as safe as you can be" Said there's nothing to worry about... Then she flew out the door somebody forgot to close Right. The plane kept going higher and higher, I could swear both the wings were on fire, So I opened the cockpit door And the pilot was layin' on the floor With the other stewardess... She said, "fly now and pay later"... Then the plane dropped down about a mile or two, She lurched about, I swore I was through; My stomach was heavin' -- it was tied in a knot -- Little paper bag was all I got -- That's the bag I'm in...pilot said we hit an air Pocket.. Must've been a pocket with an awful big hole in it... Well, at last the trip was near the end, The airport was comin' round the bend, But all my anxious eyes could see Was a thousand planes in the vicinity; They was landin' and leavin' and wavin' at each other, Wing to win and brother to brother, The pilot was swearin' and swervin' around, But he said, "don't worry, we have radar somewhere on the ground". I wasn't worried...i was crawlin' up the aisle Screamin': "jesus saves". The trip didn't do me too much harm, But I did spend a year on the happy-farm; They couldn't understand why I kissed the ground, Chewed the concrete and swallowed it down; Sure tasted good...like laguardia dirt should. /pre> |
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from Phil Ochs - Phil Ochs In Concert (2004)
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Intro:em Em And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth, D dsus d The sand is burning C d c d And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight, Em Their courses turning As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest D dsus d The sea is churning. C d c d em The marines have landed on the shores of santo domingo. The fishermen sweat, they're pausing at their nets, the day's a-burning As the warships sway and thunder in the bay, loud the morning. But the boy on the shore is throwing pebbles no more, he runs a-warning That the the marines have landed on the shores of santo domingo. The streets are still, there's silence in the hills, the town is sleeping And the farmers yawn in the grey silver dawn, the fields they're keeping As the first troops land and step into the sand, the flags are weaving. The marines have landed on the shores of santo domingo. The unsmiling sun is shining down upon the singing soldiers In the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the girls, they're getting bolder The old women sigh, think of memories gone by, they shrug their shoulders. The marines have landed on the shores of santo domingo. Ready for the tricks, their bayonets are fixed, now they are rolling And the tanks make tracks past the trembling shacks where fear is unfolding All the young wives afraid, turn their backs on the parade With babes they're holding The marines have landed on the shores of santo domingo A bullet craks the sound, the soldiers hit the ground, the sniper is callin' So they open their guns, a thousand to one, no sense in stalling He clutches at his head and totters on the edge, look how he's falling The marines have landed on the shores of santo domingo In the red plaza square, the crowds come to stare, the heat is leaning(? ) And the eyes of the dead are turning every head to the widows screaming The soldiers make a bid, giving candy to the kids, their teeth are gleaming The marines have landed on the shores of santo domingo Up and down the coad, the generals drink a toast, the wheel is spinning And the cowards and the whores are peeking through the doors To see who's winning But the traitors will pretend that it's getting near the end, When it's beginning The marines have landed on the shores of santo domingo The crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth, the sand is burning And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight, their courses turning As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest, the sea is churning The marines have landed on the shores of santo domingo /pre> |
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from Phil Ochs - Phil Ochs In Concert (2004)
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In a building of gold, with riches untold, G C G - C lived the families on which the country was founded. G C G C And the merchants of style, with their red velvet smiles, G Em D were there, for they also were hounded. G C G C And the soft middle class crowded in to the last, G Em Bm for the building was fully surrounded. G C G D7 G And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution. Sadly they stared and sank in their chairs and searched for a comforting notion. And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall As they shook in doubtful devotion. The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their drinks, wet their minds in bitter emotion. And they talked about the ringing of revolution. We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared, for our time was taken with treasure. Oh, life was a game, and work was a shame, And pain was prevented by pleasure. The world, cold and grey, was so far away In the distance only money could measure. But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution. The clouds filled the room in darkening doom as the crooked smoke rings were rising. How long will it take, how can we escape Someone asks, but no one's advising. And the quivering floor responds to the roar, In a shake no longer surprising. As closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution. Softly they moan, please leave us alone As back and forth they are pacing. And they cover their ears and try not to hear WIth p |
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from Phil Ochs - Rehearsals For Retirement/ Gunfight At Carnegie Hall/ Two Classic Albums From Phil Ochs (2006)
The days grow longer for smaller prizes
I feel a stranger to all surprises You can have them, I don't want them I wear a different kind of garment In my rehearsals for retirement The lights are cold again, they dance below me I turn to old friends, they do not know me All but the beggar, he remembers I put a penny down for payment In my rehearsals for retirement If I'd have known the end would end in laughter I'd tell my daughter it doesn't matter The stage is tainted with empty voices The ladies painted, they have no choices I take my colors from the stable They lie in tatters by the tournament In my rehearsals for retirement Where are the armies who killed a country And turned a strong man into a baby? Now comes the rabble, they are welcome I wait in anger and amusement In my rehearsals for retirement If I'd have known the end would end in laughter Still I'd tell my daughter that it doesn't matter Farewell, my own true love, farewell, my fancy Are you still owin' me love, though you failed me? But one last gesture for your pleasure I'll paint your memory on the monument In my rehearsals for retirement |
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from Phil Ochs - Rehearsals For Retirement/ Gunfight At Carnegie Hall/ Two Classic Albums From Phil Ochs (2006)
I can see him coming
He's walking down the highway With his big boots on And his big thumb out He wants to get me He wants to hurt me He wants bring me down But Sometime later when I'm feel a little straighter I will come across a stranger Who'll remind me of the danger And then I'll run him over Pretty smart on my part Find my way home in the dark I can see her coming sure looks pretty her breasts are bold and her mouth is large she wants to get me she wants to hurt me she wants to bring me down But sometime later when I feel a little naked I'll lead her to altar Then I'll tie her all in leather Then I'm gonna whip her Pretty smart on my part Find my way home in the dark I can see him coming he's walking through bedroom with a switchblade knife He's looking at my wife he wants to get me he wants to hurt me he wants to bring me down But sometime later when I feel a little braver I'll go hunting with my rifle where the wild geese are flying then I'm gonna bag one Pretty smart on my part Find my way home in the dark I can see them coming they're training in the mountains and they talk chinese and they spread disease They want to get me They want to hurt me They want bring me down But sometime later when I feel a little safer We'll assasinate the president And take over the government And then we're going to fry them Pretty smart on my part Find my way home in the dark |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That's Fit To Sing (2006)
Come and take a walk with me thru this green and growing land
Walk thru the meadows and the mountains and the sand Walk thru the valleys and the rivers and the plains Walk thru the sun and walk thru the rain Here is a land full of power and glory Beauty that words cannot recall Oh her power shall rest on the strength of her freedom Her glory shall rest on us all (on us all) From Colorado, Kansas, and the Carolinas too Virginia and Alaska, from the old to the new Texas and Ohio and the California shore Tell me, who could ask for more? Yet she's only as rich as the poorest of her poor Only as free as the padlocked prison door Only as strong as our love for this land Only as tall as we stand [ extra verse supplied by Sonny Ochs ] But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate They twist away our freedom & they twist away our fate Fear is their weapon and treason is their cry We can stop them if we try |
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from Phil Ochs - The War Is Over: The Best Of Phil Ochs (2000)
And the ship sets the sail
They've lived the tale To carry to the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the anchor hits the sand The hungry hands Have tied them to the port The hour will be short For leisure on the land And the girls scent the air They seem so fair With paint on their face Soft is their embrace to lead them up the stairs Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the room dark and dim Touch of skin He asks her of her name She answers with no shame And not a sense of sin Until the fingers draw the blinds Sip of wine The cigarette of doubt The candle is blown out The darkness is so kind Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the shadows frame the light Same old sight Thrill has blown away Now all alone they lay Two strangers in the night Till his heart skips a beat He's on his feet To shipmates he must join She's counting up the coins He's swallowed by the street Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the bar hangs a cloud The whiskey's loud There's laughter in their eyes The lonely in disguse Are clinging to the crowd And the bottle fills the glass The haze is fast He's trembling for the taste Of passion gone to waste In memories of the past Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the alley, red with rain Cry of pain For love was but a smile Teasing all the while Now dancing down the drain 'Till the boys reach the dock They gently mock Lift him on their backs Lay him on his rack And leave beneath the light Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the ship sets the sail They've lived the tale To carry from the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor |
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from Phil Ochs - The Early Years (2001)
And the ship sets the sail
They've lived the tale To carry to the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the anchor hits the sand The hungry hands Have tied them to the port The hour will be short For leisure on the land And the girls scent the air They seem so fair With paint on their face Soft is their embrace to lead them up the stairs Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the room dark and dim Touch of skin He asks her of her name She answers with no shame And not a sense of sin Until the fingers draw the blinds Sip of wine The cigarette of doubt The candle is blown out The darkness is so kind Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the shadows frame the light Same old sight Thrill has blown away Now all alone they lay Two strangers in the night Till his heart skips a beat He's on his feet To shipmates he must join She's counting up the coins He's swallowed by the street Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the bar hangs a cloud The whiskey's loud There's laughter in their eyes The lonely in disguse Are clinging to the crowd And the bottle fills the glass The haze is fast He's trembling for the taste Of passion gone to waste In memories of the past Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the alley, red with rain Cry of pain For love was but a smile Teasing all the while Now dancing down the drain 'Till the boys reach the dock They gently mock Lift him on their backs Lay him on his rack And leave beneath the light Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the ship sets the sail They've lived the tale To carry from the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor |
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from Phil Ochs - Live At The New Port (2005)
And the ship sets the sail
They've lived the tale To carry to the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the anchor hits the sand The hungry hands Have tied them to the port The hour will be short For leisure on the land And the girls scent the air They seem so fair With paint on their face Soft is their embrace to lead them up the stairs Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the room dark and dim Touch of skin He asks her of her name She answers with no shame And not a sense of sin Until the fingers draw the blinds Sip of wine The cigarette of doubt The candle is blown out The darkness is so kind Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the shadows frame the light Same old sight Thrill has blown away Now all alone they lay Two strangers in the night Till his heart skips a beat He's on his feet To shipmates he must join She's counting up the coins He's swallowed by the street Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the bar hangs a cloud The whiskey's loud There's laughter in their eyes The lonely in disguse Are clinging to the crowd And the bottle fills the glass The haze is fast He's trembling for the taste Of passion gone to waste In memories of the past Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the alley, red with rain Cry of pain For love was but a smile Teasing all the while Now dancing down the drain 'Till the boys reach the dock They gently mock Lift him on their backs Lay him on his rack And leave beneath the light Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the ship sets the sail They've lived the tale To carry from the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor |
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from Phil Ochs - Rehearsals For Retirement/ Gunfight At Carnegie Hall/ Two Classic Albums From Phil Ochs (2006)
And the ship sets the sail
They've lived the tale To carry to the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the anchor hits the sand The hungry hands Have tied them to the port The hour will be short For leisure on the land And the girls scent the air They seem so fair With paint on their face Soft is their embrace to lead them up the stairs Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the room dark and dim Touch of skin He asks her of her name She answers with no shame And not a sense of sin Until the fingers draw the blinds Sip of wine The cigarette of doubt The candle is blown out The darkness is so kind Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the shadows frame the light Same old sight Thrill has blown away Now all alone they lay Two strangers in the night Till his heart skips a beat He's on his feet To shipmates he must join She's counting up the coins He's swallowed by the street Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the bar hangs a cloud The whiskey's loud There's laughter in their eyes The lonely in disguse Are clinging to the crowd And the bottle fills the glass The haze is fast He's trembling for the taste Of passion gone to waste In memories of the past Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the alley, red with rain Cry of pain For love was but a smile Teasing all the while Now dancing down the drain 'Till the boys reach the dock They gently mock Lift him on their backs Lay him on his rack And leave beneath the light Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the ship sets the sail They've lived the tale To carry from the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor |
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from Phil Ochs - The Early Years (2001)
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In the state of Illinois 'bout nine years ago Dm C Bb A A cold blooded killer he went against the law Dm G He killed a factory guard when his robbery did fail Dm C G And they caught him and they threw him in the jail. He lay there in his cell locked up with his hate Not many men knew of him and less cared for his fate. And he knew no peace of mind when his trial was comin' by The judge said, "You are guilty you must die." Bb F But Paul Crump is alive today C F He's a-sittin' in a cell, he's got somethin' to say Dm G Every man has got something to give C Am And if a man can change, then a man should live. They sent him to Cook County Jail, a jail known far and wide Where pity was a stranger and brave men often cry. They locked him in the death row to count the days before To the day they came a knockin' at his door. But another warden came along, Jack Johnson was his name; He knew how prison living could drive a man to shame. He had no need of pistols in a solitary cell But a word of trust would help him just as well But Paul Crump is alive today He's a-sittin' in a cell, he's got somethin' to say Every man has got something to give And if a man can change, then a man should live. Between the warden and the convict a friendship slowly grew And one learned from the other that a man can live anew. Then the warden called the convict, "You must leave the devil's plan "The time has come for you to be a man." Then the convict found religion and he started him to learn He wrote himself a novel called Burn Killer Burn . And as his dying day grew near, to the warden he did cry "You must pull the switch and I must die." But Paul Crump is alive today He's a-sittin' in a cell, he's got somethin' to say Every man has got something to give And if a man can change, then a man should live. It was up to Governor Kerner to keep him from the grave Was rehabilitation a reason to be saved? The hour was comin' closer, the word was spread around A new and better answer must be found. Well the electric chair was cheated, the convict didn't pay. A new concept of justice was born and raised that day. Now throughout this peaceful land there are others set to die What better time than now to question why? But Paul Crump is alive today He's a-sittin' in a cell, he's got somethin' to say Every man has got something to give And if a man can change, then a man should live. |
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from Phil Ochs - The War Is Over: The Best Of Phil Ochs (2000)
I'd like a one-way ticket home, ticket home
Where I can watch television, talk on the telephone But every town I wander there's a billboard on a throne Ticket home I want a ticket home Does anybody know my name, or recognize my face I must have come from somewhere, but I can't recall the place they dropped me at the matinee, they left without a trace Ticket home I want a ticket home Elvis Presley is the king, I was at his crowning My life just flashed before my eyes, I must be drowning Seems like only yesterday I climbed aboard the plane Raping distance in the skies, while diving in champagne I would be in exile now, but everywhere's the same Ticket home I want a ticket home Elvis Presley is the king, I was at his crowning My life just flashed before my eyes, I must be drowning Seems like only yesterday I climbed aboard the plane Raping distance in the sky, while diving in champagne I would be in exile now, but everywhere's the same Ticket home I want a ticket home |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That's Fit To Sing (2006)
One More Parade
Phil Ochs Written by Phil Ochs and Bob Gibson Hup, two, three, four, marchin' down the street Rollin' of the drums and the trampin' of the feet General salutes and the mothers wave and weep Here comes the big parade Don't be afraid, price is paid One more parade |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
One More Parade
Phil Ochs Written by Phil Ochs and Bob Gibson Hup, two, three, four, marchin' down the street Rollin' of the drums and the trampin' of the feet General salutes and the mothers wave and weep Here comes the big parade Don't be afraid, price is paid One more parade |
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from Phil Ochs - The War Is Over: The Best Of Phil Ochs (2000)
Hello, hello, hello
Is there anybody home? I've only called to say I'm sorry. The drums are in the dawn, and all the voices gone. And it seems that there are no more songs. Once I knew a girl She was a flower in a flame I loved her as the sea sinks/sings(?) sadly Now the ashes of the dream Can be found in the magazines. And it seems that there are no more songs. Once I knew a sage who sang upon the stage He told about the world, His lover. A ghost without a name, Stands ragged in the rain. And it seems that there are no more songs. The rebels they were here They came beside the door They told me that the moon was bleeding Then all to my suprise, They took away my eyes. And it seems that there are no more songs. A (scar, star)?? is in the sky, It's time to say goodbye. A whale is on the beach, He's dying. A white flag in my hand, And a white bone in the sand. And it seems that there are no more songs. Hello, hello, hello Is there anybody home? I've only called to say I'm sorry. The drums are in the dawn, and all the voices gone. And it seems that there are no more songs. It seems that there are no more songs. It seems that there are no more songs. |
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from Phil Ochs - Rehearsals For Retirement/ Gunfight At Carnegie Hall/ Two Classic Albums From Phil Ochs (2006)
My life was once a joy to me
Never knowing, I was growing, every day. My life was once a toy to me And I wound it and I found it ran away. So, I raced through the night With a face at my feet, like a god I would write, All the melodies were sweet, and the women were white. It was easy to survive, my life was so alive. My life was once a flag to me And I waved it and behaved like I was told. My life was once a drag to me And I loudly and I proudly lost control. I was drawn by a dream,I was loved by a lie, Every serf on the scene begged me to buy But I slipped through the scheme So lucky to fail, my life was not for sale. My life is now a myth to me Like the drifter, with his laughter in the dawn. My life is now a death to me So I'll mold it and I'll hold it till I'm born. So I turned to the land where I'm so out of place Throw a curse on the plan in return for the grace To know where I stand Take everything I own Take your tap from my phone And leave my life alone My life alone. |
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from Phil Ochs - Phil Ochs In Concert (2004)
I cried when they shot Medgar Evers
Tears ran down my spine I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy As though I'd lost a father of mine But Malcolm X got what was coming He got what he asked for this time So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal I go to civil rights rallies And I put down the old D.A.R. I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy I hope every coloured boy becomes a star But don't talk about revolution That's going a little bit too far So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal I cheered when Humphrey was chosen My faith in the system restored I'm glad the commies were thrown out of the AFL-CIO board I love Puerto Ricans and Negros as long as they don't move next door So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal The people of old Mississippi Should all hang their heads in shame I can't understand how their minds work What's the matter don't they watch Les Crain? But if you ask me to bus my children I hope the cops take down your name So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal I read New Republic and Nation I've learned to take every view You know, I've memorized Lerner and Golden I feel like I'm almost a Jew But when it comes to times like Korea There's no one more red, white and blue So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal I vote for the Democratic Party. They want the U.N. to be strong I go to all the Pete Seeger concerts He sure gets me singing those songs I'll send all the money you ask for But don't ask me to come on along So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal Once I was young and impulsive I wore every conceivable pin Even wen |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That's Fit To Sing (2006)
On the streets of New York city when the hour was getting late
There were young men armed with knives and guns, young men armed with hate And Lou Marsh stepped between them and died there in his tracks For one man is no army when the city turns its back Now the streets are empty, now the streets are dark So keep an eye on shadows and never pass the park For the city is a jungle when the law is out of sight And death lurks in El Barrio with the orphans of the night He left behind a chamber of a church he served so long For he learned the prayers of distant men will never right the wrongs His church became an alley and his pulpit was the street He made his congregation from the boys he used to meet There were two gangs approaching in spanish Harlem town The smell of blood was in the air, the challenge was laid down He felt their blinding hatred, and he tried to save their lives And the answer that they gave him was their fists and feet and knives Will Lou Marsh lie forgotten in his cold and silent grave? Will his memory still linger on, in those he tried to save? All of us who knew him will now and then recall And shed a tear on poverty, tombstone of us all |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
On the streets of New York city when the hour was getting late
There were young men armed with knives and guns, young men armed with hate And Lou Marsh stepped between them and died there in his tracks For one man is no army when the city turns its back Now the streets are empty, now the streets are dark So keep an eye on shadows and never pass the park For the city is a jungle when the law is out of sight And death lurks in El Barrio with the orphans of the night He left behind a chamber of a church he served so long For he learned the prayers of distant men will never right the wrongs His church became an alley and his pulpit was the street He made his congregation from the boys he used to meet There were two gangs approaching in spanish Harlem town The smell of blood was in the air, the challenge was laid down He felt their blinding hatred, and he tried to save their lives And the answer that they gave him was their fists and feet and knives Will Lou Marsh lie forgotten in his cold and silent grave? Will his memory still linger on, in those he tried to save? All of us who knew him will now and then recall And shed a tear on poverty, tombstone of us all |
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from Phil Ochs - The Early Years (2001)
Come you ranks of labor, come you union core,
C D A And see if you remember the struggles of before, F#m D E When you were standing helpless on the outside of the door Bm E A And you started building links on the Chain. Bm D E A On the Chain, you started building links on the Chain. When the police on the horses were waitin' on demand, ridin' through the strike with the pistols in their hands, Swingin' at the skulls of many a union man, As you built one more link on the chain, on the chain, As you built one more link on the chain. Then the army of the fascists tried to put you on the run, but the army of the union, they did what could be done, Oh, the power of the factory was greater than the gun, As you built one more link on the chain, on the chain, As you built one more link on the chain. And then in 1954, decisions finally made, The black man was a-risin' fast and racin' from the shade, And your union took no stand and your union was betrayed, As you lost yourself a link on the chain, on the chain, As you lost yourslef a link on the chain. And then there came the boycotts and then the freedom rides, And forgetting what you stood for, you tried to block the tide, Oh, the automation bosses werre laughin' on the side, As they watched you lose your link on the chain, on the chain, As they watched you lose your link on the chain. You know when they block your trucks boys, by layin' on the road, All that they are doin' is all that you have showed, That you gotta strike, you gotta fight to get what you are owed, When you're building all your links on the chain, on the chain, When you're building all your links on the chain. Amd the man who tries to tell you that they'll take your job away, He's the same man who was scabbin' hard just the other day, And your union's not a union till he's thrown out of the way, And he's chokin' on your links of the chain, of the chain, And he's chokin' on your links of the chain. For now the times are tellin' you the times are rollin' on, And you're fighting for the same thing, the jobs that will be gone, Now it's only fair to ask you boys, which side are you on? As you're buildin' all your links on the chain, on the chain, As you're buildin' all your links on the chain |
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from Phil Ochs - Live At The New Port (2005)
Come you ranks of labor, come you union core,
C D A And see if you remember the struggles of before, F#m D E When you were standing helpless on the outside of the door Bm E A And you started building links on the Chain. Bm D E A On the Chain, you started building links on the Chain. When the police on the horses were waitin' on demand, ridin' through the strike with the pistols in their hands, Swingin' at the skulls of many a union man, As you built one more link on the chain, on the chain, As you built one more link on the chain. Then the army of the fascists tried to put you on the run, but the army of the union, they did what could be done, Oh, the power of the factory was greater than the gun, As you built one more link on the chain, on the chain, As you built one more link on the chain. And then in 1954, decisions finally made, The black man was a-risin' fast and racin' from the shade, And your union took no stand and your union was betrayed, As you lost yourself a link on the chain, on the chain, As you lost yourslef a link on the chain. And then there came the boycotts and then the freedom rides, And forgetting what you stood for, you tried to block the tide, Oh, the automation bosses werre laughin' on the side, As they watched you lose your link on the chain, on the chain, As they watched you lose your link on the chain. You know when they block your trucks boys, by layin' on the road, All that they are doin' is all that you have showed, That you gotta strike, you gotta fight to get what you are owed, When you're building all your links on the chain, on the chain, When you're building all your links on the chain. Amd the man who tries to tell you that they'll take your job away, He's the same man who was scabbin' hard just the other day, And your union's not a union till he's thrown out of the way, And he's chokin' on your links of the chain, of the chain, And he's chokin' on your links of the chain. For now the times are tellin' you the times are rollin' on, And you're fighting for the same thing, the jobs that will be gone, Now it's only fair to ask you boys, which side are you on? As you're buildin' all your links on the chain, on the chain, As you're buildin' all your links on the chain |
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from Phil Ochs - I Ain'T Marching Anymore (2006)
Come you ranks of labor, come you union core,
C D A And see if you remember the struggles of before, F#m D E When you were standing helpless on the outside of the door Bm E A And you started building links on the Chain. Bm D E A On the Chain, you started building links on the Chain. When the police on the horses were waitin' on demand, ridin' through the strike with the pistols in their hands, Swingin' at the skulls of many a union man, As you built one more link on the chain, on the chain, As you built one more link on the chain. Then the army of the fascists tried to put you on the run, but the army of the union, they did what could be done, Oh, the power of the factory was greater than the gun, As you built one more link on the chain, on the chain, As you built one more link on the chain. And then in 1954, decisions finally made, The black man was a-risin' fast and racin' from the shade, And your union took no stand and your union was betrayed, As you lost yourself a link on the chain, on the chain, As you lost yourslef a link on the chain. And then there came the boycotts and then the freedom rides, And forgetting what you stood for, you tried to block the tide, Oh, the automation bosses werre laughin' on the side, As they watched you lose your link on the chain, on the chain, As they watched you lose your link on the chain. You know when they block your trucks boys, by layin' on the road, All that they are doin' is all that you have showed, That you gotta strike, you gotta fight to get what you are owed, When you're building all your links on the chain, on the chain, When you're building all your links on the chain. Amd the man who tries to tell you that they'll take your job away, He's the same man who was scabbin' hard just the other day, And your union's not a union till he's thrown out of the way, And he's chokin' on your links of the chain, of the chain, And he's chokin' on your links of the chain. For now the times are tellin' you the times are rollin' on, And you're fighting for the same thing, the jobs that will be gone, Now it's only fair to ask you boys, which side are you on? As you're buildin' all your links on the chain, on the chain, As you're buildin' all your links on the chain |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
Come you ranks of labor, come you union core,
C D A And see if you remember the struggles of before, F#m D E When you were standing helpless on the outside of the door Bm E A And you started building links on the Chain. Bm D E A On the Chain, you started building links on the Chain. When the police on the horses were waitin' on demand, ridin' through the strike with the pistols in their hands, Swingin' at the skulls of many a union man, As you built one more link on the chain, on the chain, As you built one more link on the chain. Then the army of the fascists tried to put you on the run, but the army of the union, they did what could be done, Oh, the power of the factory was greater than the gun, As you built one more link on the chain, on the chain, As you built one more link on the chain. And then in 1954, decisions finally made, The black man was a-risin' fast and racin' from the shade, And your union took no stand and your union was betrayed, As you lost yourself a link on the chain, on the chain, As you lost yourslef a link on the chain. And then there came the boycotts and then the freedom rides, And forgetting what you stood for, you tried to block the tide, Oh, the automation bosses werre laughin' on the side, As they watched you lose your link on the chain, on the chain, As they watched you lose your link on the chain. You know when they block your trucks boys, by layin' on the road, All that they are doin' is all that you have showed, That you gotta strike, you gotta fight to get what you are owed, When you're building all your links on the chain, on the chain, When you're building all your links on the chain. Amd the man who tries to tell you that they'll take your job away, He's the same man who was scabbin' hard just the other day, And your union's not a union till he's thrown out of the way, And he's chokin' on your links of the chain, of the chain, And he's chokin' on your links of the chain. For now the times are tellin' you the times are rollin' on, And you're fighting for the same thing, the jobs that will be gone, Now it's only fair to ask you boys, which side are you on? As you're buildin' all your links on the chain, on the chain, As you're buildin' all your links on the chain |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That's Fit To Sing (2006)
In many a time, in many a land,
With many a gun in many a hand, They came by the night, they came by the day, Came with their guns to take us away With a knock on the door, knock on the door. Here they come to take one more, One more. Back in the days of the Roman Empire, They died by the cross and they died by the fire. In the stone coliseum, the crowd gave a roar, And it all began with that knock on the door Just a knock on the door, knock on the door. Here they come to take one more, One more. The years have all passed, we've reached modern times, The Nazis have come with their Nazi war crimes. Yes the power was there, the power was found, Six million people have heard that same sound That old knock on the door, knock on the door. Here they come to take one more, One more. Now there's many new words and many new names, The banners have changed but the knock is the same. On the Soviet shores with right on their side, I wonder who knows how many have died With their knock on the door, knock on the door. Here they come to take one more, One more. Look over the oceans, look over the lands, Look over the leaders with the blood on their hands. And open your eyes and see what they do, When they knock over their friend they're knocking for you With their knock on the door, knock on the door. Here they come to take one more, With their knock on the door, knock on the door. Here they come to take one more, One more. |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
In many a time, in many a land,
With many a gun in many a hand, They came by the night, they came by the day, Came with their guns to take us away With a knock on the door, knock on the door. Here they come to take one more, One more. Back in the days of the Roman Empire, They died by the cross and they died by the fire. In the stone coliseum, the crowd gave a roar, And it all began with that knock on the door Just a knock on the door, knock on the door. Here they come to take one more, One more. The years have all passed, we've reached modern times, The Nazis have come with their Nazi war crimes. Yes the power was there, the power was found, Six million people have heard that same sound That old knock on the door, knock on the door. Here they come to take one more, One more. Now there's many new words and many new names, The banners have changed but the knock is the same. On the Soviet shores with right on their side, I wonder who knows how many have died With their knock on the door, knock on the door. Here they come to take one more, One more. Look over the oceans, look over the lands, Look over the leaders with the blood on their hands. And open your eyes and see what they do, When they knock over their friend they're knocking for you With their knock on the door, knock on the door. Here they come to take one more, With their knock on the door, knock on the door. Here they come to take one more, One more. |
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from Phil Ochs - The War Is Over: The Best Of Phil Ochs (2000)
She comes from Kansas City, in the middle of the land
She was the queen of the game But love never came with a man, with a man Now all they know is her name She's the Kansas City Bomber, let her roll, let her roll Let her fly through the fury of the race The cry of the crowd is the keeper of her soul You can see it by the rage upon her face The blast of the whistle, the Bomber takes the floor She turns, she spins on the rail But she'll be the first one to score, watch her score And the board light up as she sails She's the Kansas City Bomber, let her roll, let her roll Let her fly through the fury of the race, of the race The cry of the crowd is the keeper of her soul You can tell by the rage upon her face She's gonna leave tommorrow, she's never coming back But tommorrow is only a day But now she is trapped on the track, on the track And God help the lady in her way She's the Kansas City Bomber, let her roll, let her roll Let her fly through the fury of the race, of the race The cry of the crowd is the keeper of her soul You can tell by the rage upon her face, on her face |
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from Phil Ochs - Tape From California (2006)
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do And the Statue of Liberty waved him by As Joe come a sailing through As Joe come a sailing through. Oh his clothes were coarse and his hopes were high As he headed for the promised land And it took a few weeks on the out-of-work streets Before he began to understand Before he began to understand And Joe got hired by a bowery bar Sweeping up the saloon As his rag would sail over the baroom rail Sounded like he whistled on a tune You could almost hear him whistling on a tune And Joe rolled on from job to job From the docks to the railroad line And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote In his letters he was always doing fine In his letters he was always doing fine Oh, the years went by like the sun goin' down Slowly turn the page And when Joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks He had nothing to show but his age He had nothing to show but his age So he headed out for the California shore There things were just as bad So he joined the Industrial Workers of the World 'Cause, the union was the only friend he had 'Cause, the union was the only friend he had Now the strikes were bloody and the strikes were black As hard as they were long In the dark of night Joe would stay awake and write In the morning he would raise them with a song In the morning he would raise them with a song And he wrote his words to the tunes of the day To be passed along the union vine And the strikes were led and the songs were spread And Joe Hill was always on the line Yes, Joe Hill was always on the line Now in Salt Lake City a murder was made There was hardly a clue to find Oh, the proof was poor, but the sheriff was sure Joe was the killer of the crime That Joe was the killer of the crime Joe raised his hands but they shot him down He had nothing but guilt to give It's a doctor I need and they left him to bleed He made it 'cause he had the will to live Yes, he made it 'cause he had the will to live Then the trial was held in a building of wood And there the killer would be named And the days weighed more than the cold copper ore 'Cause he feared that he was being framed 'Cause he found out that he was being framed Oh, strange are the ways of western law Strange are the ways of fate For the government crawled to the mine owner's call That the judge was appointed by the state Yes, the judge was appointed by the state Oh, Utah justice can be had But not for a union man And Joe was warned by summer early morn That there'd be one less singer in the land There'd be one less singer in the land Now William Spry was Governor Spry And a life was his to hold On the last appeal, fell a governor's tear May the lord have mercy on your soul May the lord have mercy on your soul Even President Wilson held up the day But even he would fail For nobody heard the soul searching words Of the soul in the Salt Lake City jail Of the soul in the Salt Lake City jail For 36 years he lived out his days And he more than played his part For his songs that he made, he was carefully paid With a rifle bullet buried in his heart With a rifle bullet buried in his heart Yes, they lined Joe Hill up against the wall Blindfold over his eyes It's the life of a rebel that he chose to live It's the death of a rebel that he died It's the death of a rebel that he died Now some say Joe was guilty as charged And some say he wasn't even there And I guess nobody will ever know 'Cause the court records all disappeared 'Cause the court records all disappeared Say wherever you go in this fair land In every union hall In the dusty dark these words are marked In between all the cracks upon the wall In between all the cracks upon the wall It's the very last line that Joe Will wrote When he knew that his days were through "Boys, this is my last and final will Good luck to all of you Good luck to all of you" |
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from Phil Ochs - The War Is Over: The Best Of Phil Ochs (2000)
It was on an Indiana farm
In the middle of the country Growin' in the fields of grain Jim Dean of Indiana His mother died when he was a boy His father was a stranger Marcus Winslow took him in Nobody seemed to want him The hired man sang like a storm Sometimes he would beat him 'Cause he would never do the chores He was lost in dreamin' He never seemed to find a play With the flatlands and the farmers So he had to leave one day He said to be an actor Once he'd come back to the farm With starlets from the stages They locked themselves inside his room The people turned their faces A neighbor run from the movie house Chickens, they were scattered He swore he saw upon the screen Jim Dean of Indiana He played a boy without a home Torn with no tomorrow Reaching out to touch someone A stranger in the shadow The Winslows left for the movie town They drove across the country They hoped that he would stay around And they hoped he would be friendly He talked to them for half an hour But he was busy racing He left for the Grapevine road They left for Indiana Then Marcus heard on the radio That a movie star was dying He turned the tuner way down low So Ortense could go on sleeping It was not until they reached the farm Where the hired man was waitin' The wind was silent through the grain It was just like they had told him They buried him just down the road A mile from the farmhouse That is where I placed a flower For Jim Dean of Indiana |
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from Phil Ochs - The Early Years (2001)
Is there anybody here who'd like to change his clothes into a uniform
Is there anybody here who thinks they're only serving on a raging storm Is there anybody here with glory in their eyes loyal to the end, whose duty is to die I wanna see him I wanna wish him luck I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name Put a medal on the man. Is there anybody here who'd like to wrap a flag around an early grave Is there anybody here who thinks they're standing taller on a battle wave Is there anybody here like to do his part |
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from Phil Ochs - Phil Ochs In Concert (2004)
Is there anybody here who'd like to change his clothes into a uniform
Is there anybody here who thinks they're only serving on a raging storm Is there anybody here with glory in their eyes loyal to the end, whose duty is to die I wanna see him I wanna wish him luck I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name Put a medal on the man. Is there anybody here who'd like to wrap a flag around an early grave Is there anybody here who thinks they're standing taller on a battle wave Is there anybody here like to do his part |
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from Phil Ochs - Live At The New Port (2005)
Is there anybody here who'd like to change his clothes into a uniform
Is there anybody here who thinks they're only serving on a raging storm Is there anybody here with glory in their eyes loyal to the end, whose duty is to die I wanna see him I wanna wish him luck I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name Put a medal on the man. Is there anybody here who'd like to wrap a flag around an early grave Is there anybody here who thinks they're standing taller on a battle wave Is there anybody here like to do his part |
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from Phil Ochs - I Ain'T Marching Anymore (2006)
Have you seen the iron lady's charmsAm F DmLegs of steel, leather on her armsBb GmTaking on a man to dieAm DmA life for a life, an eye for an eyeBb Gm Dm CAnd death's the iron lady in the chairStop the murder, deter the crimes awayOnly killing shows that killing doesn't payYes that's the kind of law it takesEven though we make mistakesAnd sometimes send the wrong man to the chairIn the death row waiting for their turnNo time to change, not a chance to learnWaiting for someone to callSay it's over after allThey won't have to face the justice of the chair
Just before they serve him one last mealShave his head, they ask him how he feelsThen the warden comes to say goodbyeReporters come to watch him dieWatch him as he's strapped into the chairAnd the chaplain, he reads the final prayerBe brave my son, the Lord is waiting thereOh murder is so wrong you seeBoth the Bible and the courts agreeThat the state's allowed to murder in the chairIn the courtroom, watch the balance of the scalesIf the price is right, there's time for more appealsThe strings are pulled, the switch is stayedThe finest lawyers fees are paidAnd a rich man never died upon the chairHave you seen the iron lady's charmsLegs of steel, leather on her armsTaking on a man to dieA life for a life, an eye for an eyeThat's the iron lady in the chair |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
Have you seen the iron lady's charmsAm F DmLegs of steel, leather on her armsBb GmTaking on a man to dieAm DmA life for a life, an eye for an eyeBb Gm Dm CAnd death's the iron lady in the chairStop the murder, deter the crimes awayOnly killing shows that killing doesn't payYes that's the kind of law it takesEven though we make mistakesAnd sometimes send the wrong man to the chairIn the death row waiting for their turnNo time to change, not a chance to learnWaiting for someone to callSay it's over after allThey won't have to face the justice of the chair
Just before they serve him one last mealShave his head, they ask him how he feelsThen the warden comes to say goodbyeReporters come to watch him dieWatch him as he's strapped into the chairAnd the chaplain, he reads the final prayerBe brave my son, the Lord is waiting thereOh murder is so wrong you seeBoth the Bible and the courts agreeThat the state's allowed to murder in the chairIn the courtroom, watch the balance of the scalesIf the price is right, there's time for more appealsThe strings are pulled, the switch is stayedThe finest lawyers fees are paidAnd a rich man never died upon the chairHave you seen the iron lady's charmsLegs of steel, leather on her armsTaking on a man to dieA life for a life, an eye for an eyeThat's the iron lady in the chair |
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from Phil Ochs - I Ain'T Marching Anymore (2006)
In the heat of the summer
F a When the pavements were burning Dm c dm The soul of a city was ravaged in the night Gm dm After the city sun was sinkin' Dm gm dm Now no one knows how it started F a Why the windows were shattered Dm c dm But deep in the dark, someone set the spark Gm dm And then it no longer mattered. Dm gm dm Down the streets they were rumbling F a All the tempers were ragin Dm c dm Oh, where, oh, where are the white silver tongues Gm dm Who forgot to listen to the warnings? Dm gm dm On and on come the angry F a No longer following reason Dm c dm And all the stores were the target now Gm dm Where just the other day they were buyin Dm gm dm Drunk with the memory of the ghetto F a Drunk with the lure of the looting Dm c dm And the memory of the uniforms shoving with their sticks Gm dm Asking, are you looking for trouble? Dm gm dm No, no, no, moaned the mayor. F a It's not the way of the order. Dm c dm Oh stay in your homes, please leave us alone Gm dm We'll be glad to talk in the morning. Dm gm dm For shame, for shame, wrote the papers. F a Why the hurry to your hunger? Dm c dm Now the rubble's resting on your broken streets Gm dm So you see what your rage has unraveled. Dm gm dm Baricades sadly were risin F a Bricks were heavily flyin Dm c dm And the loudspeaker drowned like a whisperin' sound Gm dm When compared to the angered emotions Dm gm dm And when the fury was over F a And the shame was replacing the anger. Dm c dm So wrong, so wrong, but we've been down so long Gm dm And we had to make somebody listen Gm dm gm dm gm dm In the heat of the summer...... |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
In the heat of the summer
F a When the pavements were burning Dm c dm The soul of a city was ravaged in the night Gm dm After the city sun was sinkin' Dm gm dm Now no one knows how it started F a Why the windows were shattered Dm c dm But deep in the dark, someone set the spark Gm dm And then it no longer mattered. Dm gm dm Down the streets they were rumbling F a All the tempers were ragin Dm c dm Oh, where, oh, where are the white silver tongues Gm dm Who forgot to listen to the warnings? Dm gm dm On and on come the angry F a No longer following reason Dm c dm And all the stores were the target now Gm dm Where just the other day they were buyin Dm gm dm Drunk with the memory of the ghetto F a Drunk with the lure of the looting Dm c dm And the memory of the uniforms shoving with their sticks Gm dm Asking, are you looking for trouble? Dm gm dm No, no, no, moaned the mayor. F a It's not the way of the order. Dm c dm Oh stay in your homes, please leave us alone Gm dm We'll be glad to talk in the morning. Dm gm dm For shame, for shame, wrote the papers. F a Why the hurry to your hunger? Dm c dm Now the rubble's resting on your broken streets Gm dm So you see what your rage has unraveled. Dm gm dm Baricades sadly were risin F a Bricks were heavily flyin Dm c dm And the loudspeaker drowned like a whisperin' sound Gm dm When compared to the angered emotions Dm gm dm And when the fury was over F a And the shame was replacing the anger. Dm c dm So wrong, so wrong, but we've been down so long Gm dm And we had to make somebody listen Gm dm gm dm gm dm In the heat of the summer...... |
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from Phil Ochs - Phil Ochs In Concert (2004)
Oh I am just a student, sir, and only want to learn Bm C But it's hard to read through the risin' smoke of the books that D you like to burn G Bm C G So I'd like to make a promise and I'd like to make a vow C G D G That when I've got something to say, sir, I'm gonna say it now [ Guy Matz says these chords are not quite right. Here is his take ] C |
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from Phil Ochs - Rehearsals For Retirement/ Gunfight At Carnegie Hall/ Two Classic Albums From Phil Ochs (2006)
Meet the king of cowboys, he rides a pale pony
He fights the bad boys brings them to their knees He patrols the highways from the air He keeps the country safe from long hair I am the masculine American man I kill, therefore I am. I don't like the black man, for he doesn't know his place Take the back of my hand or I'll spray you with my mace I'm as brave as any man can be I find my courage through chemistry I am the masculine American man I kill, therefore I am. I don't like the students now, they don't have no respect They don't like to work now, I think I'll wring their necks They call me pig, although I'm underpaid I'll show those faggots that I'm not afraid I am the masculine American man I kill, therefore I am. Farewell to the gangsters we don't need them anymore We've got the police force, they're the ones who break the law He's got a gun and he's a hater He shoots first, he shoots later I am the masculine American man I kill, therefore I am. |
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from Phil Ochs - The Early Years (2001)
Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war The young land started growing The young blood started flowing But I ain't marchin' anymore For I've killed my share of Indians In a thousand different fights I was there at the Little Big Horn I heard many men lying I saw many more dying But I ain't marchin' anymore chorus) It's always the old to lead us to the war It's always the young to fall Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun Tell me is it worth it all For I stole California from the Mexican land Fought in the bloody Civil War Yes I even killed my brothers And so many others But I ain't marchin' anymore For I marched to the battles of the German trench In a war that was bound to end all wars Oh I must have killed a million men And now they want me back again But I ain't marchin' anymore (chorus) For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky Set off the mighty mushroom roar When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning That I ain't marchin' anymore Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants, United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore, Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason," Call it "Love" or call it "Reason," But I ain't marchin' any more, No I ain't marchin' any more |
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from Phil Ochs - All The News That`S Fit To Sing & I Ain`T Marching Anymore (2008)
Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war The young land started growing The young blood started flowing But I ain't marchin' anymore For I've killed my share of Indians In a thousand different fights I was there at the Little Big Horn I heard many men lying I saw many more dying But I ain't marchin' anymore chorus) It's always the old to lead us to the war It's always the young to fall Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun Tell me is it worth it all For I stole California from the Mexican land Fought in the bloody Civil War Yes I even killed my brothers And so many others But I ain't marchin' anymore For I marched to the battles of the German trench In a war that was bound to end all wars Oh I must have killed a million men And now they want me back again But I ain't marchin' anymore (chorus) For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky Set off the mighty mushroom roar When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning That I ain't marchin' anymore Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants, United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore, Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason," Call it "Love" or call it "Reason," But I ain't marchin' any more, No I ain't marchin' any more |
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from Steal This Movie (이 영화를 훔쳐라) by Mader [ost] (2000)
Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war The young land started growing The young blood started flowing But I ain't marchin' anymore For I've killed my share of Indians In a thousand different fights I was there at the Little Big Horn I heard many men lying I saw many more dying But I ain't marchin' anymore chorus) It's always the old to lead us to the war It's always the young to fall Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun Tell me is it worth it all For I stole California from the Mexican land Fought in the bloody Civil War Yes I even killed my brothers And so many others But I ain't marchin' anymore For I marched to the battles of the German trench In a war that was bound to end all wars Oh I must have killed a million men And now they want me back again But I ain't marchin' anymore (chorus) For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky Set off the mighty mushroom roar When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning That I ain't marchin' anymore Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants, United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore, Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason," Call it "Love" or call it "Reason," But I ain't marchin' any more, No I ain't marchin' any more |
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from Phil Ochs - Live At The New Port (2005)
Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war The young land started growing The young blood started flowing But I ain't marchin' anymore For I've killed my share of Indians In a thousand different fights I was there at the Little Big Horn I heard many men lying I saw many more dying But I ain't marchin' anymore chorus) It's always the old to lead us to the war It's always the young to fall Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun Tell me is it worth it all For I stole California from the Mexican land Fought in the bloody Civil War Yes I even killed my brothers And so many others But I ain't marchin' anymore For I marched to the battles of the German trench In a war that was bound to end all wars Oh I must have killed a million men And now they want me back again But I ain't marchin' anymore (chorus) For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky Set off the mighty mushroom roar When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning That I ain't marchin' anymore Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants, United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore, Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason," Call it "Love" or call it "Reason," But I ain't marchin' any more, No I ain't marchin' any more |
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from Phil Ochs - I Ain'T Marching Anymore (2006)
Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war The young land started growing The young blood started flowing But I ain't marchin' anymore For I've killed my share of Indians In a thousand different fights I was there at the Little Big Horn I heard many men lying I saw many more dying But I ain't marchin' anymore chorus) It's always the old to lead us to the war It's always the young to fall Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun Tell me is it worth it all For I stole California from the Mexican land Fought in the bloody Civil War Yes I even killed my brothers And so many others But I ain't marchin' anymore For I marched to the battles of the German trench In a war that was bound to end all wars Oh I must have killed a million men And now they want me back again But I ain't marchin' anymore (chorus) For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky Set off the mighty mushroom roar When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning That I ain't marchin' anymore Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants, United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore, Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason," Call it "Love" or call it "Reason," But I ain't marchin' any more, No I ain't marchin' any more |
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from Phil Ochs - I Ain'T Marching Anymore (2006)
Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war The young land started growing The young blood started flowing But I ain't marchin' anymore For I've killed my share of Indians In a thousand different fights I was there at the Little Big Horn I heard many men lying I saw many more dying But I ain't marchin' anymore chorus) It's always the old to lead us to the war It's always the young to fall Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun Tell me is it worth it all For I stole California from the Mexican land Fought in the bloody Civil War Yes I even killed my brothers And so many others But I ain't marchin' anymore For I marched to the battles of the German trench In a war that was bound to end all wars Oh I must have killed a million men And now they want me back again But I ain't marchin' anymore (chorus) For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky Set off the mighty mushroom roar When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning That I ain't marchin' anymore Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants, United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore, Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason," Call it "Love" or call it "Reason," But I ain't marchin' any more, No I ain't marchin' any more |
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