Phil Ochs Lyrics

"The Floods of Florence Lyrics"

Suppertime Lyrics
Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play till evening shadows come Then winding down an old familiar pathway I heard my mother call at set of sun (Come home come home it's suppertime the shadows

G

Picasso leans out of the window, looks out on the ghetto

             Am

Changing the shapes he sees.

    D

His old friend El Greco, soon is expected,

                    G

Now just an echo of Spanish seas.

    Em

And outside, the people stare;

          Am

Wondering what's going on in there!

D                                            G

Tossing the dice; they pay the Creep Lyrics

When you were here before, 
Couldn't look you in the eyes
You're just like an angel, 
your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You'
price, so they can compare.



CHORUS:

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And the holy (words/works?) of love and reverence

C                Bm        E

Fell beneath the floods of Florence.



The shop girls go out to the galleries spending their salaries

To see if they catch a hold.

They meet an old master, like some unknown lover,

For some unknown reason he's never old.The Truth Lyrics

So here we are
We are alone
There’s weight on your mind
 I wanna know
The truth, if this is how you feel
Say it to me
If this was ever real

I want the truth from you
Gimme' t

And the auctioneer clears his throat,
What am I bid for this bottled boat?
A tap on the rail
Sunk with a sail, but soon she's afloat. (chorus)

Griffith pulls out his whiskey; the mad room is misty
Covered with yesterdays.
The girl is so pretty, she asks for a memory.
He touches her knee and she fades away.
But the box office line is long;
The spectacular show is on.
Thirsty for thrills,

Good Understanding Lyrics
GOOD UNDERSTANDING Duet by Dolly Parton and Porter Wagoner Writer Dolly Parton Copyright 1970 When we married we agreed that we'd both do as we please Just as long as we done each other ri

the fountain is filled
With dreams of the dawn. (chorus)

The troubador comes from the country, falls by the factory,
Sliding on simple strings.
Armed with his anger, he sings of the danger
He senses a stranger is in the wings.
But the fledgling has learned to fly;
All of the innocence leaves his eye.
Echoes explode, rolled from the road--
The melody dies. (chorus)

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