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CHORDS OF FAME (Phil Ochs) I found him by the stage last night He was breathing his last breath A bottle of wine and a cigarette Was all that he had left "I can see you made the music Cause you carry a guitar God help the troubadour Who tries to be a star" So play the chords of love, my friend Play the chords of fame If you want to keep your song, Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame I seen my share of hustlers As they try to take the world When they find their melody They're surrounded by the girls But it all fades so quickly Like a sunny summer's day Reporters ask you questions They wrote down what you say (chorus) They'll rob you of your innocence They will put you up for sale The more that you will find success The more that you will fail I been around, I've had my share And I really can't complain But I wonder who I left behind The other side of fame (chorus) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- copyright Barricade Music recorded by Phil Ochs on his final studio album "Greatest Hits" (1970) Like most songs on that album, this one expresses Ochs' deep resignation. The song is about Dylan's rise to stardom and Ochs' failure to follow him. If Ochs says "I've had my share, I really can't complain" it's either ironic or self-deception. @music @bitching filename[ CHRDFAME MJ |
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