Biography:
Philip David Ochs (pronounced o?ks/) (December 19, 1940 – April 9, 1976) was an American protest singer (or, as he preferred, a topical singer) and songwriter who was known for his sharp wit, sardonic humor, earnest humanism, political activism, insightful and alliterative lyrics, and haunting voice. He wrote hundreds of songs in the 1960s and released eight albums in his lifetime.
Ochs performed at many political events, including anti-Vietnam War and civil rights rallies
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Other songs:
- A Toast To Those Who Are Gone
- A Year To Go By
- Another Age
- Another Country
- Automation Song
- Ballad Of Oxford
- Ballad Of William Worthy
- Bound For Glory
- Bracero
- Celia
- Changes
- Chords Of Fame
- Cops Of The World
- Cross My Heart
- Crucifixion
- Davey Moore
- Days Of Decision
- Doesnt Lenny Live Here Anymore
- Draft Dodger Rag
- Flower Lady
- Going Down To Mississippi
- Half A Century High
- Hands
- Heres To The State Of Mississippi
- Heres To The State Of Richard Nixon
- I Aint Marching Anymore
- I Shoulda Known Better
- Im Going To Say It Now
- Im Gonna Say It Now
- Im Tired
- In The Heat Of The Summer
- Is There Anybody Here
- Joe Hill
- Knock On The Door
- Links On The Chain
- Love Me Im A Liberal
- Maintaining Law And Order
- No More Songs
- One Way Ticket Home
- Outside Of A Small Circle Of Friends
- Passing Of My Life
- Pleasures Of The Harbor
- Power And The Glory
- Pretty Smart On My Part
- Rehersal For Retirement
- Remember Me
- Ringing Of Revolution
- Scorpion Departs But Never Returns
- Small Circle
- Song Of A Soldier
- Spaceman
- Spanish Civil War Song
- Street Soldier
- Ten Cents A Coup
- Thats The Way Its Gonna Be
- Thats What I Want To Hear
- The Bells
- The Cannons Of Christianity
- The Confession
- The Doll House
- The Highwayman
- The Passing Of My Life
- The Thresher
- The Trial
- The War Is Over
- There But For Fortune
- This Old World Is Changing Hands
- Too Many Martyrs
- Watch The Waterfall
- What Are You Fighting For
- Whats That I Hear
- When Im Gone
- When In Rome
- Where Were You In Chicago
- White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land
- William Butler Yeats Visits Lincoln Park And Escapes Unscathed
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Intro: Dm Gm Dm Gm Dm
Gm Dm
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......
Gm Dm
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......
Phil Stacey
Phil Taylor
Phil Thompson
Phil Vassar
Philadelphia Gra (...)