| Song | Ringing Of Revolution (LP Version) |
| Artist | Phil Ochs |
| Album | There But For Fortune |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Ochs/Phil Ochs |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : Ochs/Phil Ochs |
| [00:02.67][ Intro ] | |
| [00:04.05] | We'll do a song then about revolution |
| [00:06.00] | A song of what's been true of all revolutions |
| [00:08.91] | From the beginning, the French, the American |
| [00:11.79] | This is a fictional song, a cinematic song |
| [00:13.86] | You've got to picture this mansion |
| [00:16.08] | On the top of a hill, housing the last of the idle rich |
| [00:18.81] | The last of the bourgeois, the last of the folk singers |
| [00:22.95] | As they are being encircled tighter and tighter by the Ringing of Revolution |
| [00:27.36] | All the people on the inside spiritually resemble Charles Laughton |
| [00:33.72] | And all the people on the outside physically resemble Lee Marvin |
| [00:39.90] | As a matter of fact, this song is so cinematic |
| [00:42.12] | That it's been made into a movie directed by Otto Preminger |
| [00:44.94] | It stars Senator Carl Hayden as Ho Chi Minh |
| [00:50.97] | Frank Sinatra plays Fidel Castro |
| [00:56.79] | Ronald Reagan plays George Murphy |
| [01:06.84] | John Wayne plays Lyndon Johnson |
| [01:15.60] | And Lyndon Johnson plays God |
| [01:26.79] | I play Bobby Dylan, a young Bobby Dylan |
| [01:32.19][Verse 1] | |
| [01:38.88] | In a building of gold, with riches untold |
| [01:44.16] | Lived the families on which the country was founded |
| [01:49.02] | And the merchants of style, with their vain velvet smiles |
| [01:54.03] | Were there, for they also were hounded |
| [01:58.71] | And the soft middle class crowded into the last |
| [02:03.12] | For the building was fully surrounded |
| [02:07.98] | And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution |
| [02:14.34][Verse 2] | |
| [02:19.95] | Sadly they stared and sank in their chairs |
| [02:24.66] | And searched for a comforting notion |
| [02:29.10] | And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall |
| [02:33.96] | As they shook in doubtful devotion |
| [02:38.67] | The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their drinks |
| [02:43.08] | Wet their minds in bitter emotion |
| [02:47.91] | And they talked about the ringing of revolution |
| [02:54.21][Verse 3] | |
| [02:59.67] | We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared |
| [03:05.10] | For our time was taken with treasure |
| [03:10.08] | Oh, life was a game, and work was a shame |
| [03:15.09] | And pain was prevented by pleasure |
| [03:19.71] | The world, cold and grey, was so far away |
| [03:24.72] | In the distance only money could measure |
| [03:29.19] | But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution |
| [03:35.58][Verse 4] | |
| [03:40.71] | And the clouds filled the room in darkening doom |
| [03:45.78] | As the crooked smoke rings were rising |
| [03:50.52] | How long will it take, how can we escape |
| [03:55.41] | Someone asks, but no one's advising |
| [04:00.09] | And the quivering floor responds to the roar |
| [04:04.95] | In a shake no longer surprising |
| [04:09.60] | As closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution |
| [04:15.87][Verse 5] | |
| [04:21.18] | So softly they moan, please leave us alone |
| [04:26.64] | As back and forth they are pacing |
| [04:31.20] | And they cover their ears and try not to hear |
| [04:36.09] | With pillows of silk they're embracing |
| [04:40.80] | The crackling crowd is laughing out loud |
| [04:45.60] | Peeking in at the target they're chasing |
| [04:50.13] | Now trembling inside the ringing of revolution |
| [04:55.92][Verse 6] | |
| [05:01.77] | With compromise sway we gave in half way |
| [05:07.20] | When we saw that rebellion was growing |
| [05:12.00] | Now everything's lost as they kneel by the cross |
| [05:16.41] | Where the blood of Christ is still flowing |
| [05:21.42] | Too late for their sorrow they've reached their tomorrow |
| [05:26.28] | And reaped the seed they were sowing |
| [05:30.81] | Now harvested by the ringing of revolution |
| [05:36.66][Verse 7] | |
| [05:42.03] | In tattered tuxedos they faced the new heroes |
| [05:47.31] | And crawled about in confusion |
| [05:51.60] | And they sheepishly grinned for their memories were dim |
| [05:56.04] | Of the decades of dark execution |
| [06:01.17] | Hollow hands raised, they stood there amazed |
| [06:05.85] | In the shattering of their illusions |
| [06:10.05] | As the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution |
| [06:16.23][Verse 8] | |
| [06:22.32] | Down on our knees we're begging you please |
| [06:27.93] | We're sorry for the way you were driven |
| [06:33.00] | There's no need to taunt, just take what you want |
| [06:38.01] | And we'll make amends, if we're living |
| [06:42.72] | But away from the grounds the flames told the town |
| [06:47.97] | That only the dead are forgiven |
| [06:52.59] | As they vanished inside the ringing of revolution |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Ochs Phil Ochs |
| [00:01.00] | zuo qu : Ochs Phil Ochs |
| [00:02.67][ Intro ] | |
| [00:04.05] | We' ll do a song then about revolution |
| [00:06.00] | A song of what' s been true of all revolutions |
| [00:08.91] | From the beginning, the French, the American |
| [00:11.79] | This is a fictional song, a cinematic song |
| [00:13.86] | You' ve got to picture this mansion |
| [00:16.08] | On the top of a hill, housing the last of the idle rich |
| [00:18.81] | The last of the bourgeois, the last of the folk singers |
| [00:22.95] | As they are being encircled tighter and tighter by the Ringing of Revolution |
| [00:27.36] | All the people on the inside spiritually resemble Charles Laughton |
| [00:33.72] | And all the people on the outside physically resemble Lee Marvin |
| [00:39.90] | As a matter of fact, this song is so cinematic |
| [00:42.12] | That it' s been made into a movie directed by Otto Preminger |
| [00:44.94] | It stars Senator Carl Hayden as Ho Chi Minh |
| [00:50.97] | Frank Sinatra plays Fidel Castro |
| [00:56.79] | Ronald Reagan plays George Murphy |
| [01:06.84] | John Wayne plays Lyndon Johnson |
| [01:15.60] | And Lyndon Johnson plays God |
| [01:26.79] | I play Bobby Dylan, a young Bobby Dylan |
| [01:32.19][Verse 1] | |
| [01:38.88] | In a building of gold, with riches untold |
| [01:44.16] | Lived the families on which the country was founded |
| [01:49.02] | And the merchants of style, with their vain velvet smiles |
| [01:54.03] | Were there, for they also were hounded |
| [01:58.71] | And the soft middle class crowded into the last |
| [02:03.12] | For the building was fully surrounded |
| [02:07.98] | And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution |
| [02:14.34][Verse 2] | |
| [02:19.95] | Sadly they stared and sank in their chairs |
| [02:24.66] | And searched for a comforting notion |
| [02:29.10] | And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall |
| [02:33.96] | As they shook in doubtful devotion |
| [02:38.67] | The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their drinks |
| [02:43.08] | Wet their minds in bitter emotion |
| [02:47.91] | And they talked about the ringing of revolution |
| [02:54.21][Verse 3] | |
| [02:59.67] | We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared |
| [03:05.10] | For our time was taken with treasure |
| [03:10.08] | Oh, life was a game, and work was a shame |
| [03:15.09] | And pain was prevented by pleasure |
| [03:19.71] | The world, cold and grey, was so far away |
| [03:24.72] | In the distance only money could measure |
| [03:29.19] | But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution |
| [03:35.58][Verse 4] | |
| [03:40.71] | And the clouds filled the room in darkening doom |
| [03:45.78] | As the crooked smoke rings were rising |
| [03:50.52] | How long will it take, how can we escape |
| [03:55.41] | Someone asks, but no one' s advising |
| [04:00.09] | And the quivering floor responds to the roar |
| [04:04.95] | In a shake no longer surprising |
| [04:09.60] | As closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution |
| [04:15.87][Verse 5] | |
| [04:21.18] | So softly they moan, please leave us alone |
| [04:26.64] | As back and forth they are pacing |
| [04:31.20] | And they cover their ears and try not to hear |
| [04:36.09] | With pillows of silk they' re embracing |
| [04:40.80] | The crackling crowd is laughing out loud |
| [04:45.60] | Peeking in at the target they' re chasing |
| [04:50.13] | Now trembling inside the ringing of revolution |
| [04:55.92][Verse 6] | |
| [05:01.77] | With compromise sway we gave in half way |
| [05:07.20] | When we saw that rebellion was growing |
| [05:12.00] | Now everything' s lost as they kneel by the cross |
| [05:16.41] | Where the blood of Christ is still flowing |
| [05:21.42] | Too late for their sorrow they' ve reached their tomorrow |
| [05:26.28] | And reaped the seed they were sowing |
| [05:30.81] | Now harvested by the ringing of revolution |
| [05:36.66][Verse 7] | |
| [05:42.03] | In tattered tuxedos they faced the new heroes |
| [05:47.31] | And crawled about in confusion |
| [05:51.60] | And they sheepishly grinned for their memories were dim |
| [05:56.04] | Of the decades of dark execution |
| [06:01.17] | Hollow hands raised, they stood there amazed |
| [06:05.85] | In the shattering of their illusions |
| [06:10.05] | As the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution |
| [06:16.23][Verse 8] | |
| [06:22.32] | Down on our knees we' re begging you please |
| [06:27.93] | We' re sorry for the way you were driven |
| [06:33.00] | There' s no need to taunt, just take what you want |
| [06:38.01] | And we' ll make amends, if we' re living |
| [06:42.72] | But away from the grounds the flames told the town |
| [06:47.97] | That only the dead are forgiven |
| [06:52.59] | As they vanished inside the ringing of revolution |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Ochs Phil Ochs |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : Ochs Phil Ochs |
| [00:02.67][ Intro ] | |
| [00:04.05] | We' ll do a song then about revolution |
| [00:06.00] | A song of what' s been true of all revolutions |
| [00:08.91] | From the beginning, the French, the American |
| [00:11.79] | This is a fictional song, a cinematic song |
| [00:13.86] | You' ve got to picture this mansion |
| [00:16.08] | On the top of a hill, housing the last of the idle rich |
| [00:18.81] | The last of the bourgeois, the last of the folk singers |
| [00:22.95] | As they are being encircled tighter and tighter by the Ringing of Revolution |
| [00:27.36] | All the people on the inside spiritually resemble Charles Laughton |
| [00:33.72] | And all the people on the outside physically resemble Lee Marvin |
| [00:39.90] | As a matter of fact, this song is so cinematic |
| [00:42.12] | That it' s been made into a movie directed by Otto Preminger |
| [00:44.94] | It stars Senator Carl Hayden as Ho Chi Minh |
| [00:50.97] | Frank Sinatra plays Fidel Castro |
| [00:56.79] | Ronald Reagan plays George Murphy |
| [01:06.84] | John Wayne plays Lyndon Johnson |
| [01:15.60] | And Lyndon Johnson plays God |
| [01:26.79] | I play Bobby Dylan, a young Bobby Dylan |
| [01:32.19][Verse 1] | |
| [01:38.88] | In a building of gold, with riches untold |
| [01:44.16] | Lived the families on which the country was founded |
| [01:49.02] | And the merchants of style, with their vain velvet smiles |
| [01:54.03] | Were there, for they also were hounded |
| [01:58.71] | And the soft middle class crowded into the last |
| [02:03.12] | For the building was fully surrounded |
| [02:07.98] | And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution |
| [02:14.34][Verse 2] | |
| [02:19.95] | Sadly they stared and sank in their chairs |
| [02:24.66] | And searched for a comforting notion |
| [02:29.10] | And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall |
| [02:33.96] | As they shook in doubtful devotion |
| [02:38.67] | The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their drinks |
| [02:43.08] | Wet their minds in bitter emotion |
| [02:47.91] | And they talked about the ringing of revolution |
| [02:54.21][Verse 3] | |
| [02:59.67] | We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared |
| [03:05.10] | For our time was taken with treasure |
| [03:10.08] | Oh, life was a game, and work was a shame |
| [03:15.09] | And pain was prevented by pleasure |
| [03:19.71] | The world, cold and grey, was so far away |
| [03:24.72] | In the distance only money could measure |
| [03:29.19] | But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution |
| [03:35.58][Verse 4] | |
| [03:40.71] | And the clouds filled the room in darkening doom |
| [03:45.78] | As the crooked smoke rings were rising |
| [03:50.52] | How long will it take, how can we escape |
| [03:55.41] | Someone asks, but no one' s advising |
| [04:00.09] | And the quivering floor responds to the roar |
| [04:04.95] | In a shake no longer surprising |
| [04:09.60] | As closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution |
| [04:15.87][Verse 5] | |
| [04:21.18] | So softly they moan, please leave us alone |
| [04:26.64] | As back and forth they are pacing |
| [04:31.20] | And they cover their ears and try not to hear |
| [04:36.09] | With pillows of silk they' re embracing |
| [04:40.80] | The crackling crowd is laughing out loud |
| [04:45.60] | Peeking in at the target they' re chasing |
| [04:50.13] | Now trembling inside the ringing of revolution |
| [04:55.92][Verse 6] | |
| [05:01.77] | With compromise sway we gave in half way |
| [05:07.20] | When we saw that rebellion was growing |
| [05:12.00] | Now everything' s lost as they kneel by the cross |
| [05:16.41] | Where the blood of Christ is still flowing |
| [05:21.42] | Too late for their sorrow they' ve reached their tomorrow |
| [05:26.28] | And reaped the seed they were sowing |
| [05:30.81] | Now harvested by the ringing of revolution |
| [05:36.66][Verse 7] | |
| [05:42.03] | In tattered tuxedos they faced the new heroes |
| [05:47.31] | And crawled about in confusion |
| [05:51.60] | And they sheepishly grinned for their memories were dim |
| [05:56.04] | Of the decades of dark execution |
| [06:01.17] | Hollow hands raised, they stood there amazed |
| [06:05.85] | In the shattering of their illusions |
| [06:10.05] | As the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution |
| [06:16.23][Verse 8] | |
| [06:22.32] | Down on our knees we' re begging you please |
| [06:27.93] | We' re sorry for the way you were driven |
| [06:33.00] | There' s no need to taunt, just take what you want |
| [06:38.01] | And we' ll make amends, if we' re living |
| [06:42.72] | But away from the grounds the flames told the town |
| [06:47.97] | That only the dead are forgiven |
| [06:52.59] | As they vanished inside the ringing of revolution |