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!
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In a building of gold, with riches untold,
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lived the families on which the country was founded.
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And the merchants of style, with their vain, velvet smiles,
G Em D
were there, for they also were hounded.
G C G C
And the soft middle class crowded in to the last,
G Em Bm
for the building was fully surrounded.
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And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution.
G C G C
Sadly they stared and sank in their chairs
G C G - C
and searched for a comforting notion.
G C G C
And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall
G Em D
As they shook in doubtful devotion.
G C G C
The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their drinks,
G Em Bm
wet their minds in bitter emotion.
G C G D7 G
And they talked about the ringing of revolution.
G C G - C
We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared,
G C G - C
for our time was taken with treasure.
G C G C
Oh, life was a game, and work was a shame,
G Em D
And pain was prevented by pleasure.
G C G C
The world, cold and grey, was so far away
G Em Bm
In the distance only money could measure.
G C G D7 G
But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution.
G C G - C
The clouds filled the room in darkening doom
G C G - C
as the crooked smoke rings were rising.
G C G C
How long will it take, how can we escape
G Em D
Someone asks, but no one's advising.
G C G C
And the quivering floor responds to the roar,
G Em Bm
In a shake no longer surprising.
G C G D7 G
As closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution.
G C G - C
Softly they moan, please leave us alone
G C G - C
As back and forth they are pacing.
G C G C
And they cover their ears and try not to hear
G Em D
With pillows of silk they're embracing.
G C G C
Oh, the cackling crowd is laughing out loud,
G Em Bm
peeking in at the target they're chasing.
G C G D7 G
Now trembling inside the ringing of revolution.
G C G C
With compromise sway we gave in halfway
G C G - C
When we saw that rebellion was growing.
G C G C
Now everything's lost as they kneel by the cross
G Em D
Where the blood of Christ is still flowing.
G C G C
To late for their sorrow they've reached their tomorrow
G Em Bm
and reaped the seed they were sowing.
G C G D7 G
Now harvested by the ringing of revolution.
G C G C
In tattered tuxedos they faced the new heroes
G C G - C
and crawled about in confusion.
G C G C
And they sheepishly grinned for their memoroes were dim
G Em D
of the decades of dark execution.
G C G C
Hollow hands raised, they stood there amazed
G Em Bm
in the shattering of their illusions
G C G D7 G
As the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution.
G C G C
Down on our knees, we're begging you please,
G C G - C
We're sorry for the way you were driven.
G C G C
There's no need to taunt, just take what you want,
G Em D
and we'll make amends, if we're living.
G C G C
But away from the grounds, the flames told the town
G Em Bm
that only the dead are forgiven.
G C G D7 G
As they crumbled inside the ringing of revolution.
In a building of gold, with riches untold,
G C G - C
lived the families on which the country was founded.
G C G C
And the merchants of style, with their vain, velvet smiles,
G Em D
were there, for they also were hounded.
G C G C
And the soft middle class crowded in to the last,
G Em Bm
for the building was fully surrounded.
G C G D7 G
And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution.
G C G C
Sadly they stared and sank in their chairs
G C G - C
and searched for a comforting notion.
G C G C
And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall
G Em D
As they shook in doubtful devotion.
G C G C
The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their drinks,
G Em Bm
wet their minds in bitter emotion.
G C G D7 G
And they talked about the ringing of revolution.
G C G - C
We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared,
G C G - C
for our time was taken with treasure.
G C G C
Oh, life was a game, and work was a shame,
G Em D
And pain was prevented by pleasure.
G C G C
The world, cold and grey, was so far away
G Em Bm
In the distance only money could measure.
G C G D7 G
But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution.
G C G - C
The clouds filled the room in darkening doom
G C G - C
as the crooked smoke rings were rising.
G C G C
How long will it take, how can we escape
G Em D
Someone asks, but no one's advising.
G C G C
And the quivering floor responds to the roar,
G Em Bm
In a shake no longer surprising.
G C G D7 G
As closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution.
G C G - C
Softly they moan, please leave us alone
G C G - C
As back and forth they are pacing.
G C G C
And they cover their ears and try not to hear
G Em D
With pillows of silk they're embracing.
G C G C
Oh, the cackling crowd is laughing out loud,
G Em Bm
peeking in at the target they're chasing.
G C G D7 G
Now trembling inside the ringing of revolution.
G C G C
With compromise sway we gave in halfway
G C G - C
When we saw that rebellion was growing.
G C G C
Now everything's lost as they kneel by the cross
G Em D
Where the blood of Christ is still flowing.
G C G C
To late for their sorrow they've reached their tomorrow
G Em Bm
and reaped the seed they were sowing.
G C G D7 G
Now harvested by the ringing of revolution.
G C G C
In tattered tuxedos they faced the new heroes
G C G - C
and crawled about in confusion.
G C G C
And they sheepishly grinned for their memoroes were dim
G Em D
of the decades of dark execution.
G C G C
Hollow hands raised, they stood there amazed
G Em Bm
in the shattering of their illusions
G C G D7 G
As the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution.
G C G C
Down on our knees, we're begging you please,
G C G - C
We're sorry for the way you were driven.
G C G C
There's no need to taunt, just take what you want,
G Em D
and we'll make amends, if we're living.
G C G C
But away from the grounds, the flames told the town
G Em Bm
that only the dead are forgiven.
G C G D7 G
As they crumbled inside the ringing of revolution.
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