Have you seen the rivers of the blood?. First a trickle, then a flood --. First the ocean's pounding roar,. Then a tidal wave hits upon the shore.. Knives and arrows fell like rain,.
I'm a leavin' on the morning railroad. in the drizzlin' darkness of the rain. and I hear with every wheel a turning. secrets sounding of your name.. .
In a building of gold, with riches untold. Lived the families on which the country was founded. And the merchants of style, with their red velvet smiles.
Remember me. . Oh, I am the unknown soldier who died in World War II. I didn't want to fight, it was the only thing to do. I was the victim of a world that went insane.
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.
Pre>e. I can see him coming. . He's walking down the highway. . With his big boots on. . And his big thumb out. A. He wants to get me. . He wants to hurt me.
You've got a lot of gall to say you are my pal. I used to be among the crowd your in with. . (Studio Voices). . Phil Ochs - Hey, Hey I'm Glad to be here x2.
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.
At night he sits alone. And he's looking at the stars. He listens to them playing guitars. He let phil go back a long, long way. They talked about marching and dying all in one day.
Here comes phil ochs shovel on his shoulder. Trailing a hoe along the ho chi minh trail. But the trail is on bleeker street. And phil's on his uppers.
I opened the paper, there was your picture. Gone, gone, gone by your own hand. I couldn't believe it, the paper was shakin'. Gone, gone, gone by your own hand.
In the state of Illinois 'bout nine years ago. A cold blooded killer, he went against the law. He killed a factory guard when his robbery did fail. And they caught him and they threw him into jail.
Oh, look outside the window. There's a woman being grabbed. They've dragged her to the bushes. And now she's being stabbed. . Maybe we should call the cops.
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.
Hup, two, three, four, marching down the street. Rolling of the drums and the trampin' of the feet. General salutes and mothers wave and weep. . Here comes the big parade.
Well, sometimes I am happy, sometimes sad. Thinkin' of the good times I have had. Thinkin' of the places I have been. Sometimes down, sometimes up, sometimes in.
Another sunday morning, another time to pray. A brand new dress to wear and a doll to put away. Another sermon, another hymn to sing. And on her hand a golden ring.
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.
Christmas shoppers shopping on a neon city street. Another Christmas dollar for another Christmas treat. There's satin on the pretty dolls that make the children glow.
Pre>. D g a. Niko mchunga ngombe (I take care of cows). D g a. Niko mchunga ngombe (I take care of cows). G. Sasa sasa (now now). A d. Twende mbele (let's go ahead).