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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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