Biografia:
Philip David Ochs ( El Paso, Texas, 19 de dezembro, 1940 – 9 de abril 1976) era um cantor e compositor norte-americano. Escreveu centenas de canções nas década de 1960 e lançou oito álbuns em sua vida.
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Outras músicas:
- A Toast To Those Who Are Gone
- A Year To Go By
- Another Age
- Another Country
- Automation Song
- Ballad Of Oxford
- Ballad Of William Worthy
- Bound For Glory
- Bracero
- Celia
- Changes
- Chords Of Fame
- Cops Of The World
- Cross My Heart
- Crucifixion
- Davey Moore
- Days Of Decision
- Doesnt Lenny Live Here Anymore
- Draft Dodger Rag
- Flower Lady
- Going Down To Mississippi
- Half A Century High
- Hands
- Heres To The State Of Mississippi
- Heres To The State Of Richard Nixon
- I Aint Marching Anymore
- I Shoulda Known Better
- Im Going To Say It Now
- Im Gonna Say It Now
- Im Tired
- In The Heat Of The Summer
- Is There Anybody Here
- Joe Hill
- Knock On The Door
- Links On The Chain
- Love Me Im A Liberal
- Maintaining Law And Order
- No More Songs
- One Way Ticket Home
- Outside Of A Small Circle Of Friends
- Passing Of My Life
- Pleasures Of The Harbor
- Power And The Glory
- Pretty Smart On My Part
- Rehersal For Retirement
- Remember Me
- Ringing Of Revolution
- Scorpion Departs But Never Returns
- Small Circle
- Song Of A Soldier
- Spaceman
- Spanish Civil War Song
- Street Soldier
- Ten Cents A Coup
- Thats The Way Its Gonna Be
- Thats What I Want To Hear
- The Bells
- The Cannons Of Christianity
- The Confession
- The Doll House
- The Highwayman
- The Passing Of My Life
- The Thresher
- The Trial
- The War Is Over
- There But For Fortune
- This Old World Is Changing Hands
- Too Many Martyrs
- Watch The Waterfall
- What Are You Fighting For
- Whats That I Hear
- When Im Gone
- When In Rome
- Where Were You In Chicago
- White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land
- William Butler Yeats Visits Lincoln Park And Escapes Unscathed
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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Date: Fri, 20 Mar 1998 10:39:51 -0600
From: Justin Martino
Subject: CRD:o/ochs_phil/no_more_songs.crd
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
Bb C
I'm sorry.
Dm
The drums are in the dawn,
F C
and all the voices gone.
Bb C Dm
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.
Bb C Dm
It seems that there are no more songs.
Bb C Dm
It seems that there are no more songs.
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the#
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.#
#-----------------------------------------------------------------------------#
Date: Fri, 20 Mar 1998 10:39:51 -0600
From: Justin Martino
Subject: CRD:o/ochs_phil/no_more_songs.crd
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
Bb C
I'm sorry.
Dm
The drums are in the dawn,
F C
and all the voices gone.
Bb C Dm
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.
Bb C Dm
It seems that there are no more songs.
Bb C Dm
It seems that there are no more songs.
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