歌曲名 Ringing of Revolution (Live Version)

歌手名 Phil Ochs

In a building of gold with riches untold

Lived the families on which the country was founded

And the merchants of style with their red velvet smiles

Were there for they also were hounded

And the soft middle class crowded in to the last

For the building was fully surrounded

And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution

Sadly they stared and sank in their chairs

And searched for a comforting notion

And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall

As they shook in doubtful devotion

The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their drinks

Wet their minds in bitter emotion

And they talked about the ringing of revolution

We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared

For our time was taken with treasure

Oh life was a game and work was a shame

And pain was prevented by pleasure

The world cold and grey was so far away

In the distance only money could measure

But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution

The clouds filled the room in darkening doom

As the crooked smoke rings were rising

How long will it take how can we escape

Someone asks but no one's advising

And the quivering floor responds to the roar

In a shake no longer surprising

As closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution

Softly they moan please leave us alone

As back and forth they are pacing

And they cover their ears and try not to hear

With pillows of silk they're embracing

And the crackling crowd is laughing out loud

Peeking in at the target they're chasing

Now trembling inside the ringing of revolution

With compromise sway we give in half way

When we saw that rebellion was growing

Now everything's lost as they kneel by the cross

Where the blood of Christ is still flowing

Too late for their sorrow they've reached their tomorrow

And reaped the seed they were sowing

Now harvested by the ringing of revolution

In tattered tuxedos they faced the new heroes

And crawled about in confusion

And they sheepishly grinned for their memories were dim

Of the decades of dark execution

Hollow hands were raised they stood there amazed

In the shattering of their illusions

As the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution

Down on our knees we're begging you please

We're sorry for the way you were driven

There's no need to taunt just take what you want

And we'll make amends if we're living

But away from the grounds the flames told the town

That only the dead are forgiven

As they crumbled inside the ringing of revolution