Karaoke text písně Phil Ochs - Tape From California

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Who's that coming down the road

  D               A

A sailor from the sea

D                   F#m

He looks a lot like me

             E         G            E

I'd know him anywhere, had to stare 



Feathers at his fingertips

  D               A

A halo 'round his spine

D                     F#m

he must have lost his mind

             E         G

he should be put away, right away

C#m

In the corner of the night

D                Bm

he handed me his waterpipe

    F#m                 Bm             E

His eyes were searching deep inside my head



Here's what he said

Am

Sorry I can't stop and talk now

       D

I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow

         C          G             A      E

But I'll send you a tape from California



New York city has exploded and it's crashed upon my head

I dove beneath the bed

Fighting, biting nails, turning pale

The landlord's at my window

And the burglar's at my door

I can't take it anymore

I guess I'll have to fly, it's worth a try

Someone's banging on the wall

But there's no party to recall

The singer of the shadows of his soul

So he's been told

Sorry I can't stop and talk now

I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow

But I'll send you a tape from California



         D            C             D            C

From the mirror of my mantle to the velvet on my bed

D              C               Am            E 

Trapped upon a stolen stage, a Barrymore at best(?)

   A                 G       A               G

My rhymes are all repeating, ballads growing blind

G#m                     A         F#m           B7     E

Words have turned to water, the women turned to wine



The draft board is debating if they'd like to take my life

I'd sooner take a wife and have raise a child or two

Wouldn't you?

Peace has turned to poison

The flag has blown a fuse

Even courage is confused

And now all the brave are in the grave

Century is bending(?)

have a very happy ending

To the victor go the ashes of the spoil

Seeds in the soil

Sorry I can't stop and talk now

I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow

But I'll send you a tape from California



The flower-power fuller brush man

is farming out his friends

I stabbed him with my stem

And then I tapped his toes with my rose

He crawled around inside himself

Now he's crawling after me

Dropping acid in my tea

He wants to save his soul

rock and roll

One of us must understand

It's not the drug that makes the man

Then a poster of a movie star walked by

He must have been high

Sorry I can't stop and talk now

I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow

But I'll send you a tape from California



Half the world is crazy and the other half is scared

Maddonas do the minuet for the naked millionaires

The anarchists are rising while we're racing for the moon

It doesn't take a seer to see that the scene is coming soon



So who's that coming down the road

A sailor from the sea

He looks a lot like me

I'd know him anywhere

Had to stare

A fire around his fingertips

A song around his spine

He must have found his mind

He should be put away

Anyway

Surrounded by the slaughter

Now I'm boarding(?) at the border

When the echoes of my ecstacy appear

Wish I was here

Sorry I can't stop and talk now

I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow

But I'll send you a tape from California