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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Rehearsals for Retirement - Phil Ochs
AGDA The days grow longer for smaller prizes AGDA I feel a stranger to all surprises BmEA You can have them I don't want them C#m ?? D I wear a different kind of garment F#mE In my rehearsals for retirement
The lights are cold again, they dance below me I turn to old friends, they do not know me All about the beggar he remembers I put a penny down for payment In my rehearsals for retirement
DA If I'd have known the end would end in laughter F#m I'd tell my daughter E It doesn't matter
The stage is tainted with empty voices The ladies painted, they have no choices I take my colors from the stable They lie in tatters by the tournament In my rehearsals for retirement
Where are the armies that killed a country And turned a strong man into a baby Now (out ?) comes the rabble, they are welcome I wait in anger and amusement In my rehearsal for retirement
If I'd have known the end would end in laughter I'd tell my daughter It doesn't matter
Farewell my own true love, farewell my fancy Are you still with me love, though you failed me But one last gesture for your pleasure I'll paint your memory on the monument In my rehearsals for retirement