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On My Way: 1963 Demo Sessionโดย: Phil Ochs |
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 On My Way: 1963 Demo Session » เนื้อเพลง [+ เพิ่ม +] |
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1. _ Dont Try Again
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2. _ Ill Be There
When the river of rebellion overflows, I'll be there
When the seed of discontent plants and grows, I'll be there
Watching for the sun through the dark and rainy storm
Searching for the keys to the dungeons old and worn
Let me tell you, I'll be there
When the shadow of the tyrant falls and sweeps across the land
When men would steal from others with paper in their hand
When people search for answers and the answers never come
When their troubles would be over if they thought and fought as one
Let me tell you, I'll be there
Whispering of yesterday has grown into a roar
Winds of freedom blowing out of every distant shore
When the time is ready and the call is loud and clear
Let me tell you, I'll be there
When the thunder of oppression roars and crackles, I'll be there
When those who would be free are wearing shackles, I'll be there
For the day is gonna come when they'll throw away their chains
Lift their heads and raise their arms for the struggle that remains
And let me tell you, I'll be there
Whispering of yesterday has turned into a roar
Winds of freedom blowing out of every distant shore
When the time is ready and the call is loud and clear
Let me tell you, I'll be there
When the thunder of oppression roars and crackles, I'll be there
When those who would be free are wearing shackles, I'll be there
For the day is gonna come when they'll throw away their chains
Lift their heads and raise their arms for the struggle that remains
And let me tell you
Let me tell you
Let me tell you
Let me tell you, I'll be there
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3. _ Morning
Drinks are done, daylight's come
It's morning
Crowd's moved on, everybody's gone
It's morning
Sun's arising on the wet horizon
Another day is here
As I dream alone by the silent phone
It's morning
Lonesome morning reverie
All the life's gone out of me
Coffee's cold, paper's old
It's morning
Head's on fire, oh lord I'm tried
It's morning
Waiting for another day to live and die away
Try not to fret, try to forget
That it's morning
Lonesome morning reverie
All the life's gone out of me
Drinks are done, daylight's come
It's morning, morning, morning
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4. _ Bobby Dylan Record
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5. _ How Long
Pre> be em c7 d em
How long, how long can we go on
F# g be
How long, how long can we go on,
See d
This troubled land may never last
See d em
There is no future in the past
How far, how far have we gone
How far, how far have we gone,
So many battles without a gain (so many struggles have we lost)
So many young men lost in vain. (so many men on the cross)
*chorus*
G d
Why the fear of the coming of the morning?
G em
Why the trembling at the call?
G d
Can't we hear the final warning,
See em
Can't we see the writing on the wall?
So many years before the dawn,
So many years before the dawn,
So many children have never grown
So many cannonballs have flown.
(so many dogs have hid their bone)
So many rains have had to fall,
So many rains have had to fall,
So many storms before the flood
So many rainbows red with blood.
Why the fear of the comin' of the morning?
Why the trembling at the call?
Can't we hear the final warning?
Can't we see the writing on the wall?
How long, how long can we go on
How long, how long can we go on,
This troubled land may never last
There is no future in the past. /pre>
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6. _ Time Was
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7. _ Paul Crump
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8. _ First Snow
First snow on the autumn ground
Covers grass where she once lay down
Blanket of white, grass out of sight,
Where did she go, tell me first snow.
First snow cover my mistakes
Cover the past with your flakes
Perfect white sheet, beneath my feet
I hurt her so, cleanse me first snow.
First snow down you dart
Cold as the winter, cold as my heart,
Fall from the sky, please tell me why
I let her go and lost her first snow.
First snow down you fall
I feel your heartbeat, I hear you call
So I'll lay still, with autumn I go,
Please hurry, first snow.
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9. _ The Ballad of Alfred Packer
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10. _ Never Again
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11. _ On My Way
ell, 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.
On my way -- to another workin' day.
On my way -- and I wish that I could stay.
On my way -- but I have no time to play,
And I hope that I will see you on my way.
And I got me a job in Buffalo,
And it's cold when those chilly lake winds blow,
And it's hot when that steel furnace glows;
It was dirty when that steel smoke rose.
On my way -- to another workin' day.
On my way -- and I wish that I could stay.
On my way -- but I have no time to play,
And I hope that I will see you on my way.
Then California called me for a while,
And the sun was shinin' every single mile.
It was gettin' so darned crowded I could cry,
Crossin' land and sea and fallin' from the sky.
On my way -- to another workin' day.
On my way -- and I wish that I could stay.
On my way -- but I have no time to play,
And I hope that I will see you on my way.
And I've been all along the Southern shore,
And the people there were lookin' mighty poor.
They were waitin' for the factories to arrive,
And some of them were fightin' to survive.
On my way -- to another workin' day.
On my way -- and I wish that I could stay.
On my way -- but I have no time to play,
And I hope that I will see you on my way.
Yes, I've been all up and down the line,
But somehow my money stayed behind.
A good payin' job is hard to find,
And the graveyard's lookin' for another sign.
On my way -- to another workin' day.
On my way -- and I wish that I could stay.
On my way -- but I have no time to play,
And I hope that I will see you on my way.
Notes:
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12. _ The Ballad of Davey Moore
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13. _ The Ballad of Ruben Jaramillo
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14. _ Spanish Lament
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15. _ The Power and the Glory
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16. _ The Ballad of Oxford, Mississippi
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17. _ Talking Airplane Disaster
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18. _ The A.M.A. Song
We are the nation's physicians
Yes, we give to our lobbies every day
We will fight against disease when the money comes with ease
And when we get together we say
Hooray for A.M.A.
And for us doctors gluts of higher pay
If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill
'Cause that's the free enterprise way
We've divided up the sections of the body
Every day we specialize more and more
But we really love to stitch the diseases of the rich
We are sure there is a clinic for the poor
Hooray for the A.M.A
And for us doctors gluts of higher pay
If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill
'Cause that's the free enterprise way
And our waiting rooms are getting pretty crowded
It is sad to see our patients sit and bleed
But if you must use our ointment then you must have an appointment
Or who'll pay for those magazines you read
Hooray for the A.M.A
And for us doctors gluts of higher pay, higher pay
If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill
'Cause that's the free enterprise way
And now the government is getting too ambitious
Yes, we know they want to socialize us all
Well our oath was Hippocratic but with money we're fanatic
So we'll see you in Canada in the fall [1]
Hooray for the A.M.A.
And for us doctors gluts of higher pay
If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill
'Cause that's the free enterprise way
AMALGAMATED A.M.A.
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19. _ Talking Cuban Crisis
In many a time, in many a land,
With many a gun in many a hand,
They came by the night, they came by the day,
Came with their guns to take us away
With a knock on the door, knock on the door.
Here they come to take one more,
One more.
Back in the days of the Roman Empire,
They died by the cross and they died by the fire.
In the stone coliseum, the crowd gave a roar,
And it all began with that knock on the door
Just a knock on the door, knock on the door.
Here they come to take one more,
One more.
The years have all passed, we've reached modern times,
The Nazis have come with their Nazi war crimes.
Yes the power was there, the power was found,
Six million people have heard that same sound
That old knock on the door, knock on the door.
Here they come to take one more,
One more.
Now there's many new words and many new names,
The banners have changed but the knock is the same.
On the Soviet shores with right on their side,
I wonder who knows how many have died
With their knock on the door, knock on the door.
Here they come to take one more,
One more.
Look over the oceans, look over the lands,
Look over the leaders with the blood on their hands.
And open your eyes and see what they do,
When they knock over their friend they're knocking for you
With their knock on the door, knock on the door.
Here they come to take one more,
With their knock on the door, knock on the door.
Here they come to take one more,
One more.
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20. _ The Ballad of William Worthy
Well, it's of a bold reporter whose story I will tell
He went down to the Cuban land, the nearest place to hell
He'd been there many times before, but now the law does say
The only way to Cuba is with the CIA
William Worthy isn't worthy to enter our door
Went down to Cuba, he's not American anymore
But somehow it is strange to hear the State Department say
You are living in the free world, in the free world you must stay
Five thousand dollars or a five year sentence may well be
For a man who had the nerve to think that travelin' is free
Oh why'd he waste his time to see a dictator's reign
When he could have seen democracy by travelin' on to Spain?
William Worthy isn't worthy to enter our door
Went down to Cuba, he's not American anymore
But somehow it is strange to hear the State Department say
You are living in the free world, in the free world you must stay
So, come all you good travelers and fellow-travelers, too
Yes, and travel all around the world, see every country through
I'd surely like to come along and see what may be new
But my passport's disappearing as I sing these words to you
Well, there really is no need to travel to these evil lands
Yes, and though the list grows larger you must try to understand
Try hard not to be surprised if someday you should hear
The whole world is off limits, visit Disneyland this year
William Worthy isn't worthy to enter our door
Went down to Cuba, he's not American anymore
But somehow it is strange to hear the State Department say
You are living in the free world, in the free world you must stay
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