The floods of florence
Phil ochsChanging the shapes he sees.
His old friend El Greco, soon is expected,
Now just an echo of Spanish seas.
And outside, the people stare
Wondering what's going on in there!
Tossing the dice they pay the price, so they can compare.
CHORUS:
And the holy (wordsworks?) of love and reverence
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.
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, 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)
Mais ouvidas de Phil ochs
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- My Life
- As I Walk Alone
- Too Many Martyrs
- Hands
- Flower Lady
- I Ain't Marching Anymore
- The Bells
- A Year to Go By
- Talkin' Pay TV
- A.M.A. Song
- On Her Hand a Golden Ring
- Just One Of Those Days
- Another Age
- Freedom Riders
- Legends
- Links On The Chain
- Bullets Of Mexico
- When First Unto This Country
- Pleasures of the Harbor