Biografía:
Philip David Ochs (El Paso, Texas, 19 de diciembre de 1940 - 9 de abril de 1976), fue un cantante estadounidense de música folk, emblema de los años setenta, famoso por su estilo irónico y su voz rasgada. Fue uno de los compositores más influyentes de la generación "hippie", sus letras en oposición a la Guerra de Vietnam y sus constantes críticas a los organismos del estado norteamericano. Entre sus obras más reconocidas se encuentra el himno pacifista "I ain´t marchin anymore", que denuncia lo irracional de la Guerra de Vietnam.
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Otras canciones:
- 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
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Davey Moore
[Verse 1]
Am Dm
It was out to California young Davey Moore did go,
G C E7
To meet with Sugar Ramos and trade him blow for blow
Am Dm
He left his home in Springfield, his wife and children five;
G C E7
The spring was fast approaching, it was good to be alive.
Am Dm
His wife, she begged and pleaded, "you have to leave this game.
G C E7
Is it worth the bloodshed and is it worth the pain? "
Am Dm
But Davey could not hear above the cheering crowd
G C E7
He was a champion, and champions are proud.
[Chorus]
Am G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
Am G
Another man will fall before we dry our tears
Am G
For the fighters must destroy as the poets must sing,
Dm E7
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.
[Verse 2]
Am Dm
And thousands gave a roar when Davey Moore walked in,
G C E7
Another man to fight, another purse to win
Am Dm
And all along the ringside, a sight beyond compare
G C E7
The money-chasing vultures were waiting for their share,
Am Dm
He stood there in his corner and he waited for the bell;
G C E7
The signal of the struggle of two men facin' hell;
Am Dm
And when the bell was sounded, the blows began to rain,
G C E7
And blows will lead to hate -- hate drives men insane.
[Chorus]
Am G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
Am G
Another man will fall before we dry our tears
Am G
For the fighters must destroy as the poets must sing,
Dm E7
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.
[Verse 3]
Am Dm
The fists were flying fast and hard, the sweat was pouring down,
G C E7
And Davey Moore grew weaker with ev'ry passin' round.
Am Dm
His legs began to wobble and his arms began to strain,
G C E7
He fell upon the canvas floor, a fog around his brain.
Am Dm
At last the fight was over, young Davey fought no more,
G C E7
He lost the final battle behind a doctor's door.
Am Dm
And back at the arena, the screaming crowd is gone,
G C E7
And death is waiting ringside, for the next fight to come on.
[Chorus]
Am G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
Am G
Another man will fall before we dry our tears
Am G
For the fighters must destroy as the poets must sing,
Dm E7
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.
[Verse 1]
Am Dm
It was out to California young Davey Moore did go,
G C E7
To meet with Sugar Ramos and trade him blow for blow
Am Dm
He left his home in Springfield, his wife and children five;
G C E7
The spring was fast approaching, it was good to be alive.
Am Dm
His wife, she begged and pleaded, "you have to leave this game.
G C E7
Is it worth the bloodshed and is it worth the pain? "
Am Dm
But Davey could not hear above the cheering crowd
G C E7
He was a champion, and champions are proud.
[Chorus]
Am G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
Am G
Another man will fall before we dry our tears
Am G
For the fighters must destroy as the poets must sing,
Dm E7
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.
[Verse 2]
Am Dm
And thousands gave a roar when Davey Moore walked in,
G C E7
Another man to fight, another purse to win
Am Dm
And all along the ringside, a sight beyond compare
G C E7
The money-chasing vultures were waiting for their share,
Am Dm
He stood there in his corner and he waited for the bell;
G C E7
The signal of the struggle of two men facin' hell;
Am Dm
And when the bell was sounded, the blows began to rain,
G C E7
And blows will lead to hate -- hate drives men insane.
[Chorus]
Am G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
Am G
Another man will fall before we dry our tears
Am G
For the fighters must destroy as the poets must sing,
Dm E7
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.
[Verse 3]
Am Dm
The fists were flying fast and hard, the sweat was pouring down,
G C E7
And Davey Moore grew weaker with ev'ry passin' round.
Am Dm
His legs began to wobble and his arms began to strain,
G C E7
He fell upon the canvas floor, a fog around his brain.
Am Dm
At last the fight was over, young Davey fought no more,
G C E7
He lost the final battle behind a doctor's door.
Am Dm
And back at the arena, the screaming crowd is gone,
G C E7
And death is waiting ringside, for the next fight to come on.
[Chorus]
Am G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
Am G
Another man will fall before we dry our tears
Am G
For the fighters must destroy as the poets must sing,
Dm E7
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.
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