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.
¡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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This is the first of several Ochs songs I'm posting on this site...if you have any suggestions for others, or comments or suggestions, feel free to e-mail me.
Artist: Phil Ochs Original album: Greatest Hits Transcribed by: Justin Martino ([email protected])
No More Songs
Into: Dm /C /Bb /A
Verse 1: (use same chord pattern on all verses) Dm Hello, hello, hello C Is there anybody home? Dm I've only called to say BbC I'm sorry. Dm The drums are in the dawn, FC and all the voices gone. BbCDm And it seems that there are no more songs.
Verse 2: Once I knew a girl She was a flower in a flame I loved her as the sea sinks/sings(?) sadly Now the ashes of the dream Can be found in the magazines. And it seems that there are no more songs. Verse 3: Once I knew a sage who sang upon the stage He told about the world, His lover. A ghost without a name, Stands ragged in the rain. And it seems that there are no more songs.
Interlude: Dm /C /Bb /A
Verse 4: The rebels they were here They came beside the door They told me that the moon was bleeding Then all to my suprise, They took away my eyes. And it seems that there are no more songs.
Verse 5: A (scar, star)?? is in the sky, It's time to say goodbye. A whale is on the beach, He's dying. A white flag in my hand, And a white bone in the sand. And it seems that there are no more songs.
Verse 6: Hello, hello, hello Is there anybody home? I've only called to say I'm sorry. The drums are in the dawn, and all the voices gone. And it seems that there are no more songs.
BbCDm It seems that there are no more songs. BbCDm It seems that there are no more songs.