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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The Scorpion Departs But Never Returns - Phil Ochs
Capo IV
Finger pick the verses, strum chorus
Am The sailors climb the tree Up the terrible tree G Where are my shipmates Have they sunk beneath the sea Am I do not know much, but I know this cannot be GF It isn't really, it isn't really E Tell me it isn't really
The sounding bell is diving down the water green Not a trace, not a tooth brush, not a cigarette was seen Bubble ball is rising from a whisper or a scream But I'm not screaming, no I'm not screaming Tell me I'm not screaming
Chorus: CBb Captain will not say how long we must remain CAmDm7 The phantom ship forever sails the sea E It's all the same
Captain, my dear Captain, we're staying down so long I have been a good man, I've done nobody wrong Have we left are ladies for the lyrics of a song That I'm not singing, no I'm not singing Tell me I'm not singing
The schooner ship is sliding across the kitchen sink My son and my daughter, they won't know what to think The crew has turned to voting, and the officers to drink But I'm not drinking, no I'm not drinking Tell me I'm not drinking
Chorus:
The radio is begging them to come back to the shore All will be forgiven, it will be just like before All you've ever wanted will be waiting by your door We will forgive you, we will forgive you Tell me, we will forgive you
But no one gives an answer, not even one good-bye The silence of their sinking is all that they reply Some have chosen to decay, and others chose to die But I'm not dying, no I'm not dying Tell me I'm not dying