chords of fame

Changes
Phil Ochs
Changes

Changes | Phil Ochs

Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
Wander in my words, dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.

Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade.
And then they have to die, trapped within
the circle time parade of changes.

Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,
Visions of shadows that shine.
Til one day I returned and found they were the
Victims of the vines of changes.

The world’s spinning madly, it drifts in the dark
Swings through a hollow of haze,
A race around the stars, a journey through
The universe ablaze with changes.

Moments of magic will glow in the night
All fears of the forest are gone
But when the morning breaks they’re swept away by
golden drops of dawn, of changes.

Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind, we’re puppets to the silver
strings of souls, of changes.

Your tears will be trembling, now we’re somewhere else,
One last cup of wine we will pour
And I’ll kiss you one more time, and leave you on
the rolling river shores of changes.

So sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
Wander in my words, dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.

Chords of Fame
Phil Ochs

Phil Ochs - Chords of Fame

From Gunfight at Carnegie Hall, A&M Records, 1974

I found him by the stage last night,
He was breathing his last breath;
A bottle of gin and a cigarette
Was all that he had left.

I can that see you make the music,
’cause you carry your guitar,
But, God help the troubadour
Who tries to be a star.

So play the chords of love, my friend,
Play the chords of pain;
If you want to keep your song,
Don’t, don’t, don’t— don’t play the chords of fame.

I seen my share of hustlers
As they try to take the world.
When they find their melody,
They’re surrounded by the girls.
But it all fades so quickly,
Like a sunny summer day;
Reporters ask you questions,
They write down what you say.

They’ll rob you of your innocence
They will put you up for sale
The more that you will find success
The more that you will fail
I been around, I’ve had my share
And I really can’t complain
But I wonder who I left behind
The other side of fame

So play the chords of love, my friend,
Play the chords of pain;
If you want to keep your song,
Don’t, don’t, don’t— don’t play the chords of fame.

They’ll rob you of your innocence
They will put you up for sale
The more that you will find success
The more that you will fail
I been around, I’ve had my share
And I really can’t complain
But I wonder who I left behind
The other side of fame

So play the chords of love, my friend,
Play the chords of pain;
If you want to keep your song,
Don’t, don’t, don’t— don’t play the chords of fame.

They’ll rob you of your innocence.
They will put you up for sale.
The more that you will find success,
The more that you will fail.
I been around and I’ve had my share,
And I really can’t complain,
But I wonder who I left behind
The other side of fame.

So play the chords of love, my friend,
Play the chords of pain;
If you want to keep your song,
Don’t, don’t, don’t— don’t play the chords of fame.

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