Phil Ochs
I had a dream about Phil Ochs.
He committed suicide in 1975.
He was my passion throughout my teenage years.
I was at a concert, in the dream, and I heard him sing and saw him sing and smelled the cigarette and pot smoke.
Phil was singing
'There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone"...
Kislev, Sagittarius, is the Month of Dreaming.
I've been listening to Phil.
There are a number of videos on Youtube.
Phil Ochs is Still Singing.
Synchronistically,
It Matters.
I'm posting
"Changes"
which still remains
A Favourite Of All Time
for me
"Changes"
Phil Ochs
Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
Wander in my words, dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade.
And then they have to die, trapped within
the circle time parade of changes.
Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,
Visions of shadows that shine.
Til one day I returned and found they were the
Victims of the vines of changes.
The world's spinning madly, it drifts in the dark
Swings through a hollow of haze,
A race around the stars, a journey through
The universe ablaze with changes.
Moments of magic will glow in the night
All fears of the forest are gone
But when the morning breaks
they're swept away bygolden drops of dawn,
of changes.
Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind,
we're puppets to the silverstrings of souls,
of changes.
Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else,
One last cup of wine we will pour
And I'll kiss you one more time,
and leave you onthe rolling river shores
of changes.
So sit by my side come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
And dream about the pictures that I've pla a ayed
Of Changes.
What has changed in me is that listening to these songs isn't making me depressed.
It is the samech, the endless circle with no beginning and no end.
The sound has not been silenced.
Miracles of miracles.
There's no student movement for good anymore.
People love to make war.
We have to save ourselves
And the Planet.
In side this 56 year old woman still lives the 16 year old girl.
He committed suicide in 1975.
He was my passion throughout my teenage years.
I was at a concert, in the dream, and I heard him sing and saw him sing and smelled the cigarette and pot smoke.
Phil was singing
'There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone"...
Kislev, Sagittarius, is the Month of Dreaming.
I've been listening to Phil.
There are a number of videos on Youtube.
Phil Ochs is Still Singing.
Synchronistically,
It Matters.
I'm posting
"Changes"
which still remains
A Favourite Of All Time
for me
"Changes"
Phil Ochs
Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
Wander in my words, dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade.
And then they have to die, trapped within
the circle time parade of changes.
Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,
Visions of shadows that shine.
Til one day I returned and found they were the
Victims of the vines of changes.
The world's spinning madly, it drifts in the dark
Swings through a hollow of haze,
A race around the stars, a journey through
The universe ablaze with changes.
Moments of magic will glow in the night
All fears of the forest are gone
But when the morning breaks
they're swept away bygolden drops of dawn,
of changes.
Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind,
we're puppets to the silverstrings of souls,
of changes.
Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else,
One last cup of wine we will pour
And I'll kiss you one more time,
and leave you onthe rolling river shores
of changes.
So sit by my side come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
And dream about the pictures that I've pla a ayed
Of Changes.
What has changed in me is that listening to these songs isn't making me depressed.
It is the samech, the endless circle with no beginning and no end.
The sound has not been silenced.
Miracles of miracles.
There's no student movement for good anymore.
People love to make war.
We have to save ourselves
And the Planet.
In side this 56 year old woman still lives the 16 year old girl.
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