Ringing of revolution lyrics

Artist  : Phil ochs 
Song : Ringing of revolution
 
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In a building of gold, with riches untold,
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Lived the families on which the country was
founded.
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And the merchants of style, with their red velvet
smiles,
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Were there, for they also were hounded.
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And the soft middle class crowded in to the
last,
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For the building was fully surrounded.
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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.
To 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 memoroes
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.

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