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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AmEmAmG Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why EmAm And a toast of the wine at the end of the line D7G And a toll of the bell for the next one to die
Back in the coal fields of old Harlan county Some talked of the union, some talked of good wages And they lined them up in the dark of the forests And shot them down without asking no questions
Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why And a toast of the wine to the end of the line And a toll of the bell for the next one to die
And over the ocean, to the red Spanish soil came the lincoln brigade with their dreams But they fell in the fire of germany's bombing And they fell 'cause no one would hear their sad warning
Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why And a toast of the wine at the end of the line And a toll of the bell for the next one to die
In old Alabama, in old MississippiTwo states of the union so often found guilty They came on the busses, they came on the marches And they lay in the jails or they fell by the highway
Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why And a toast of the wine at the end of the line And a toll of the bell for the next one to die
The state it was texas, the town it was Dallas In the flash of a rifle a life was soon over And nobody thought of the past million murders And the long list of irony(?) had found a new champion
Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why And a toast of the wine at the end of the line And a toll of the bell for the next one to die