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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- 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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The bells
Music by Phil Ochs
Lyrics by Edgar Allen Poe
D G D
Hear the sledges with the bells, silver bells,
C D
what a world of merriment their melody foretells !
C Em A C Em A
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle in the icy air of night,
C Em A C Em A
all the heavens seem to twinkle with a crystalline delight.
D Bm F#m A
Keeping time, time, time with a sort of runic rhyme,
D C D
from the tintinnabulation that so musically wells.
D G D A D G D
From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells,
G A D
from the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
D G D
Hear the mellow wedding bells, golden bells,
C D
what a world of happiness their harmony foretells !
C Em A C Em A
Through the balmy air of night, how they ring out their delight,
C Em A C Em A
through the dances and the yells, and the rapture that impels.
D Bm F#m A
How it swells, how it dwells, on the future, how it tells,
D C D
from the swinging and the ringing of the molten golden bells.
D G D A D G D
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells,
G A D
of the rhyming and the chiming of the bells.
D G D
Hear the loud alarum bells, brazen bells,
C D
what a tale of terror now their turbulency tells !
C Em A C Em A
Much too horrified to speak, oh, they can only shriek,
C Em A C Em A
for all the ears to know, how the danger ebbs and flows.
D Bm F#m A
Leaping higher, higher, higher with a desperate desire,
D C D
in a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire.
D G D A D G D
With the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells,
G A D
with the clamor and the clanging of the bells.
D G D
Hear the tolling of the bells, iron bells,
C D
what a world of solemn thought their monody compels !
C Em A C Em A
For all the sound that floats, from the rust within our throats,
C Em A C Em A
and the people sit and groan in their muffled monotone.
D Bm F#m A
And the tolling, tolling, tolling feels a glory in the rolling,
D C D
from the throbbing and the sobbing of the melancholy bells.
D G D A D G D
Oh, the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells,
G A D
oh, the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
D G D
Hear the sledges with the bells, silver bells,
C D
what a world of merriment their melody foretells !
C Em A C Em A
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle in the icy air of night,
C Em A C Em A
all the heavens seem to twinkle with a crystalline delight.
D Bm F#m A
Keeping time, time, time with a sort of runic rhyme,
D C D
from the tintinnabulation that so musically wells.
D G D A D G D
From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells,
G A D
from the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Music by Phil Ochs
Lyrics by Edgar Allen Poe
D G D
Hear the sledges with the bells, silver bells,
C D
what a world of merriment their melody foretells !
C Em A C Em A
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle in the icy air of night,
C Em A C Em A
all the heavens seem to twinkle with a crystalline delight.
D Bm F#m A
Keeping time, time, time with a sort of runic rhyme,
D C D
from the tintinnabulation that so musically wells.
D G D A D G D
From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells,
G A D
from the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
D G D
Hear the mellow wedding bells, golden bells,
C D
what a world of happiness their harmony foretells !
C Em A C Em A
Through the balmy air of night, how they ring out their delight,
C Em A C Em A
through the dances and the yells, and the rapture that impels.
D Bm F#m A
How it swells, how it dwells, on the future, how it tells,
D C D
from the swinging and the ringing of the molten golden bells.
D G D A D G D
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells,
G A D
of the rhyming and the chiming of the bells.
D G D
Hear the loud alarum bells, brazen bells,
C D
what a tale of terror now their turbulency tells !
C Em A C Em A
Much too horrified to speak, oh, they can only shriek,
C Em A C Em A
for all the ears to know, how the danger ebbs and flows.
D Bm F#m A
Leaping higher, higher, higher with a desperate desire,
D C D
in a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire.
D G D A D G D
With the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells,
G A D
with the clamor and the clanging of the bells.
D G D
Hear the tolling of the bells, iron bells,
C D
what a world of solemn thought their monody compels !
C Em A C Em A
For all the sound that floats, from the rust within our throats,
C Em A C Em A
and the people sit and groan in their muffled monotone.
D Bm F#m A
And the tolling, tolling, tolling feels a glory in the rolling,
D C D
from the throbbing and the sobbing of the melancholy bells.
D G D A D G D
Oh, the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells,
G A D
oh, the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
D G D
Hear the sledges with the bells, silver bells,
C D
what a world of merriment their melody foretells !
C Em A C Em A
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle in the icy air of night,
C Em A C Em A
all the heavens seem to twinkle with a crystalline delight.
D Bm F#m A
Keeping time, time, time with a sort of runic rhyme,
D C D
from the tintinnabulation that so musically wells.
D G D A D G D
From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells,
G A D
from the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
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