Tape from California Lyrics
| Song | Tape from California |
| Artist | Phil Ochs |
| Album | Gunfight at Carnegie Hall |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ochs | |
| 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 | |
| Feathers at his fingertips | |
| A halo 'round his spine | |
| he must have lost his mind | |
| he should be put away, right away | |
| In the corner of the night | |
| he handed me his waterpipe | |
| His eyes were searching deep inside my head | |
| Here's what he said | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| From the mirror of my mantle to the velvet on my bed | |
| Trapped upon a stolen stage, a Barrymore at best(?) | |
| My rhymes are all repeating, ballads growing blind | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Ochs | |
| 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 | |
| Feathers at his fingertips | |
| A halo ' round his spine | |
| he must have lost his mind | |
| he should be put away, right away | |
| In the corner of the night | |
| he handed me his waterpipe | |
| His eyes were searching deep inside my head | |
| Here' s what he said | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| From the mirror of my mantle to the velvet on my bed | |
| Trapped upon a stolen stage, a Barrymore at best? | |
| My rhymes are all repeating, ballads growing blind | |
| 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 flowerpower 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 |
| zuò cí : Ochs | |
| 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 | |
| Feathers at his fingertips | |
| A halo ' round his spine | |
| he must have lost his mind | |
| he should be put away, right away | |
| In the corner of the night | |
| he handed me his waterpipe | |
| His eyes were searching deep inside my head | |
| Here' s what he said | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| From the mirror of my mantle to the velvet on my bed | |
| Trapped upon a stolen stage, a Barrymore at best? | |
| My rhymes are all repeating, ballads growing blind | |
| 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 flowerpower 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 |
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