in germany : das gorleben -lied : so sing doch , vogel sing......

The truth

Oh, I have been a good man/ I've done nobody wrong...

Thanks for sharing great Phil Ochs songs. Great channel.

Good song.., good poo

What guitar playing

This is so good. Thanks again

Never thought I'd see another upload from this channel! This song is fantastic. Thank you.

WOW

It's so good to be alive when the eulogies are read

Q

1968 all over again …

I was wondering what he meant with the line "Tom Sawyer voice through the hole of the key" The only thing I could find relating Mark Twain to a keyhole was this: "In addition, Twain survived a youth marked by deaths both sudden and grisly. Not only did his forbidding father, Judge John Marshall Clemens, die of pneumonia when Twain was 11, but Twain is said to have witnessed the autopsy through a keyhole."

I am so happy to find this. I used to have this on vinyl./

AND DO YOU HAVE A PICTURE OF THE PAIN

I was at the Newport Folk Festival in 1966--I had just graduated from high school--and I distinctly remember him singing this song. It was electric. When I finally heard the album version I was so disappointed.

And the night comes again to the circle-studded sky The stars settle slowly, in loneliness they lie 'Til the universe expodes as a falling star is raised Planets are paralyzed, mountains are amazed But they all glow brighter from the briliance of the blaze With the speed of insanity, then, he dies In the green fields a-turning, a baby is born His cries crease the wind and mingle with the morn An assault upon the order, the changing of the guard Chosen for a challenge that is hopelessly hard And the only single sign is the sighing of the stars But to the silence of distance they are sworn So dance, dance, dance Teach us to be true Come dance, dance, dance 'Cause we love you Images of innocence charge him to go on But the decadence of destiny is lookin' for a pawn To a nightmare of knowledge he opens up the gate And a blinding revelation is laid upon his plate That beneath the greatest love is a hurricane of hate And God help the critic of the dawn So he stands on the sea and he shouts to the shore But the louder that he screams the longer he's ignored For the wine of oblivion is drunk to the dregs And the merchants of the masses almost have to be begged 'Til the giant is aware someone's pulling at his leg And someone is tapping at the door To dance, dance, dance Teach us to be true Come dance, dance, dance 'Cause we love you Then his message gathers meaning and it spreads across the land The rewarding of his fame is the following of the man But ignorance is everywhere and people have their way Success is an enemy to the losers of the day In the shadows of the churches, who knows what they pray For blood is the language of the band The Spanish bulls are beaten; the crowd is soon beguiled The matador is beautiful, a symphony of style Excitement is estatic, passion places bets Gracefully he bows to ovations that he gets But the hands that are applauding are slippery with sweat And saliva is falling from their smiles So dance, dance, dance Teach us to be true Come dance, dance, dance 'Cause we love you Then this overflow of life is crushed into a liar The gentle soul is ripped apart and tossed into the fire First a smile of rejection at the nearness of the night Truth becomes a tragedy limping from the light All the heavens are horrified, they stagger from the sight As the cross is trembling with desire And they say they can't believe it, it's a sacreligious shame Now, who would wanna hurt such a hero of the game? But you know I predicted it; I knew he had to fall How did it happen? I hope his suffering was small Tell me every detail, for I've got to know it all And do you have a picture of the pain? So dance, dance, dance Teach us to be true Come dance, dance, dance 'Cause we love you Time takes a toll and the memory fades But the glory is growin' in the magic that he made Reality is ravaged; it's the freeing from the fear The drama is distorted, to what they want to hear Swimming in their sorrow, in the twisting of a tear As they wait for the new thrill parade Yes, the eyes of the rebel have been branded by the blind To the safety of sterility, the threat has been refined The child was created to the slaughterhouse he's led So good to be alive when the eulogies are read The climax of emotion, the worship of the dead As the cycle of sacrifice unwinds So dance, dance, dance Teach us to be true Come dance, dance, dance 'Cause we love you And the night comes again to the circle-studded sky The stars settle slowly, in loneliness they lie 'Til the universe expodes as a falling star is raised The planets are paralyzed, the mountains are amazed But they all glow brighter from the brilliance of the blaze With the speed of insanity, then he dies

This song is relevant considering how the DNC is dealing with this current election

Never heard this before. Reference to Hendrik Ibsen play I have not yet read or seen (?)

I do my best to tell people about Phil Ochs. RIP to a great poet and bright soul.

This song is such a masterpiece. It really takes someone special to sit down with a guitar and a handful of simple chords and write something this epic.

Marshall McLuhan would agree with this assessment

I saw him several times almost always at demonstrations. I was super active I believed we were going to have a revolution and make it a better and more just world I didn't go to demonstrations to see Phil but his appearances were always a delight. But for me for certain his best performance was one of his most controversial and the one for whom all of the folks who are much more musically literate than I think it was an appalling performance I don't give a flying F..k about the musical acuity never have! it was his passion and the brilliant way hey shared his insights that matter to me. That night he bared his soul, celebrated rock and roll for its revolutionary potential, and called out the racist currents in it. He fought for his audience and lost the majority of it they quickly streamed out as the concert ended and didn't even have the courtesy call for encore. I was up in the balcony at Carnegie Hall had to suffer people whining behind me for Phil to sing old songs. I shared my love of Phil with my sister we were thrilled with this Greatest Hits we loved that he's so generously shared so much of himself . We completely related to and I am sure in many ways were shaped by his take on the world at that time. Indeed my sister signed her yearbooks with "I would be an exile now but everywhere is the same" . But we also very much understood that Phil created that album to save himself. And you could not follow Phil without knowing it mattered to him a whole lot what people thought about his artistry. So I went to that concert alone and pretty scared to be in New York for the first time alone to celebrate Phil and celebrate with him But instead on Good Friday I watched him be pretty much crucified by so much of his audience But then they left and those of us who really got Phil stayed and with him forced Carnegie Hall to turn the power back on and let him do an extended encore. It was brilliant it was rock and roll and we celebrated. And Phil got to know that some of us thoroughly got him. And then he brought Jim Glover up and they did a duet of No More Songs it was as I'm sure it was intended to be hauntingly sad and utterly beautiful and damn if I care if it was musically well executed. Different values motivations and therefore a different take as to his best performance. Like everyone back then I attended a lot of concerts. So many artists pandered to their audiences played them like they played their instruments to build their careers and create followingd Ironically Phil craved adulation as much as the next musician. But thankfully he was incapable of its craven pursuit. He couldn't help but be himself with all of his imperfections but also his huge heart brilliant insight, and insatiable appetite for justice. Thank you Phil

I had the privilege of interviewing him when he played the Ash Grove in L.A. in 1966, and I met him a few times after that over the years. The last time was in about 1972, when his wife and my girlfriend worked together in L.A. He was a sweet, generous man who deserved a better and longer life. I know a number of actors have talked about making a movie of his life, but it never seems to come to fruition. Given that his brother, Michael, is one of the most prolific collectors and archivists of late twentieth-century music, Phil Ochs's contributions should survive for generations to come.

So why isn't Phil in the R&RHOF ? Way past due ! ! { Unrelated - how about Suzie Quatro in the HOF also. . . ? } Two very great oversights IMO !

He was the greatest folk singer of all time.

Phil Ochs was an incredible songwriiter. However, the lyrics to this song surpasses all the others in terms of his songwriting ability.

Love ❤️ is love... 😢... Night comes, to be followed by day... Sky

The second to final irony is the phrase “sensual morgue”! (Or at least a penultimate contradiction in terms…)

Gorgeous ❤️ work... of love and value... Sky ✔️

This performance is a work of art.

Never heard this song!

Wow! What a GREAT real heartfelt performance! One of the best of this I ever heard! He was really good at what he did. The best protest singer!

I've waited for years and years for a live performance of this song. Phil, you were an artist.

Phil the greatest.

Such a very fine singer & musician. What a voice!! Oh and how handsome Tom looks in this photograph.

Just GREAT.🎉🎉🎉🎉

There but for fortune... Sky

And still... Sky

Once a Phil Ochs fan, always a Phil Ochs fan!

So happy to like and subscribe; Thank you for your reverence to such a deserving songwriter who was victimized by government power abuse resulting in his early demise💖✝️

Happy to subscribe to this reverent channel❤😊

I was just 13 when a local Democratic leader hosted a rally for Gene McCarthy back in '68. Phil Ochs was there and in the middle of this song when he cut it short as Gene arrived. I was dimly aware of the song, having heard it on WFMT's "Midnight Special." Only later did I realize and appreciate what I was so fortunate to have witnessed.

This is one of the greatest songs of all time.

How cool to find this live recording! I just found it because I was looking for this song since it is suddenly timely with the loss of the submersible.

Tonight I had the opportunity to introduce a somewhat younger acquaintance to a poet and troubadour I've admired my entire adult life. Randomly, I played several songs ranging from the tongue in cheek "Circle of Friends" to the aching, soulful melancholy of this piece, "Changes." My friend was positioned behind me in the room and I could hear the sardonic chuckles and sudden involuntary exhales as lyrics would impact my guest. After this song I asked his opinion. Except for his spontaneous, inarticulate expressions during the songs, he'd been silent, absolutely focussed, engrossed in the gift Phil Ochs gave to us. After a reflective thought, my friend said simply, his voice at first dry and raw, "you haven't played anything I didn't like." And he returned to contemplative silence. Simply stated, his demeanor during my introduction spoke paragraphs of how he felt the intensity and eloquence of the man still sharing his soul with us today in humor and in loss. Phil Ochs, the past over half a century would have been enormously enhanced by listening to new works you'd hold as stark mirrors to the times we've experienced, yet I am beyond grateful for that you did leave us.

The most hauntingly beautiful song ever song by an exquisite artist. RIP Phil Ochs

Still listening and missing Phil in 2023💕 How I wish he were here with us. What he will say to see his beloved country is in such a turmoil divided in two? In a way I don’t blame him not wanting to stay. Rest in Peace without any pain, Phil, forever💕

he was found hanging in his home...Michael said" he would never have taken his life" he loved life so much and singing...Nixon, FBI, CIA followed orders from the top

This could be one of the best songs ever written.. Profound lyrics.