http://www.cs.pdx.edu/~trent/ochs/lyrics/i-dreamed-i-saw-phil-ochs.htmlI Dreamed I Saw Phil Ochs Last Night
By Billy Bragg
i dreamed i saw phil ochs last night
alive as you or me
says i to phil "you're ten years dead"
"i never died' says he
"i never died" says he
the music business killed you phil
they ignored the things you said
and cast you out when fashions changed
says phil "but i ain't dead"
says phil "but i ain't dead"
the fbi harassed you phil
they smeared you with their lies
says he "but they could never kill
what they could not compromise
i never compromised"
"though fashion's changed and critics sneered
the songs that i have sung
are just as true tonight as then
the struggle carries on
the struggle carries on"
with the song of freedom rings out loud
from valleys and from hills
where people stand up for their rights
phil ochs is with us still
phil ochs inspires us still.
And From Phil Ochs:
http://www.cs.pdx.edu/~trent/ochs/lyrics/white-boots.htmlWhite Boots Marching In A Yellow Land
By Phil Ochs
The pilots playing poker in the cockpit of the plane
The casualties arriving like the dropping of the rain
And a mountain of machinery will fall before a man
When you're white boots marching in a yellow land
It's written in the ashes of the village towns we burn
It's written in the empty bed of the fathers unreturned
And the chocolate in the childrens eyes will never understand
When you're white boots marching in a yellow land
Red blow the bugles of the dawn
The morning has arrived you must be gone
Like cold/old(?) whores following tired armies
Train them well, the men who will be fighting by your side
And never turn your back if the battle turns the tide
For the colours of a civil war are louder than commands
When you're white boots marching in a yellow land
Blow them from the forest and burn them from your sight
Tie their hands behind their back and question through the night
But when the firing squad is ready they'll be spitting where they stand
At the white boots marching in a yellow land
Red blow the bugles of the dawn
The morning has arrived you must be gone
And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls
Like cold whores following tired armies
The comic and the beauty queen are dancing on the stage
Raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a cage
We're fighting in a war we lost before the war began
We're the white boots marching in a yellow land
And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls
like cold whores following tired armies