Phil Ochs Lyrics

Phil Ochs Lyrics

"Tape From California Lyrics"

Ride the dragon Lyrics
Demon's blood and dragon fire, falling on my wings Racing to the battle in the sky Ancient gods are calling me I hear them when they sing Of all the heores who wait for me to die Beneath the cloak of magic, I'll meet them in the air I am invisible, I move without a sound They look but cannot find me, they think that I'm not there With a spell I send them crashing to the ground Wait for me dragon, we'll me

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Who's that coming down the road

  D               A

A sailor from the sea

D                   F#m

He looks a lot like me

             E         G            E

I'd know him anywhere, had to stare 



Feathers at his fingertips

  D               A

A halo 'round his spine

D                     F#m

he must have lost his mind

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he should be put away, right away

C#m

In the corner of the night

D                Bm

he handed me his waterpipe

    F#m                 Bm             E

His eyes were searching deep inside my head



Here's what he said

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Sorry I can't stop and talk now

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I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow

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But I'll send you a tape from California



New York city has exploded and it's crashed upon my headFame Lyrics

I?e been to New York City
And I walked the weakest roads.
Seen L.A. and its perfect salesman,
All dressed in holy robes.

And all that? left to say,
Is spread throughout this town.
You wanna get lost at the foot of my cross.
Then come on, baby.
And it? in your face,
Can read it clearly now.
Looks like I? lost at the foot or your cross.
So come on save me.

I?e been to Chicago
And don? think
R> 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

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From the mirror of my mantle to the velvet on my bed
D C Am E
Trapped upon a stolen stage, a Barrymore at best(?)
A G A G
My rhymes are all repeating, ballads growing blind
G#m A F#m B7 E
Words have turned to water, the women turned to wine

The
La primera vez Lyrics
Un d?a como hoy, d? mi cuerpo por error no quiero acordarme, de aquel mal amor s?lo s? que contigo empezar ser? lindo soñando que es la primera vez. S?, hay cosas en la vista, que se deben olvidar que pasan y duelen, m?s no volver?n tambi?n tu viviste, momentos muy tristes y hubo una tonta, que te hizo llorar. Por eso m?rame, por eso m?rame,
raft 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
Terrorism Lyrics
Terrorism You're writing your diary in innocents' blood You're vain and you're ugly, you're no Robin Hood You don't steal from the rich to help the poor You just take life from both and what is more You break your bread and drink But post-confession you'll still stink of Terrorism Terrorism But you're Sikh, Jew, Muslim and Christian, you say Now which religion will you wear today? And in wh
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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