Chords for Phil Ochs - Confession
Tempo:
180.6 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
A
B
D
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
There's nothing as cold [B] as the freeze in [A] your soul [Bm] at the moment [A] when you [Bm] are arrested
There's nothing as real as the iron [A] and steel [Bm] on the [A] handcuffs when you [Bm] protested
[D] You race through the night [F#] in the prison of pride [Bm] as you head for the [A] quicksand of questions
[Bm] And children unborn will see [A] you in scorn [Bm] if ever [A] you make a [Bm] confession
And the click of the lock [B] is a shiver of shock as you wonder what are [Bm] their objectives?
Up on your guard for the voices [A] are [Bm] hard that belong to [A] the cops [Bm] and detectives
[D] And it's hard to believe [F#] as they roll up their [Bm] sleeves that you're in for more [A] than a session
[Bm] And it couldn't be true, and [Em] it's not [A] really you [Bm] that they want to [A] make a [Bm] confession
You cannot conceal the [E] [A] confusion you feel [B] as they [A] steadily work to [Bm] outguess you
And some will pretend they [B] are really [A] your friend [B] who rally [A] around to [Bm] your rescue
[D] With frightening force [F#] your mind is [Bm] divorced to give them the guilty [A] impression
[Bm] Every word that you hear is a weapon [A] of fear [Bm] to win [A] the war [Bm] of confession
The lights shoot a glare like [A] bullets they stare [Bm] and burn [A] at the base [Bm] of conviction
And you squint and you blink and you try [A] not to think [Bm] of the [B] cobwebs of [Bm] contradictions
And [D] your clothes will be wet with [F#] rivers of [Bm] sweat that tells the tale [A] of the tension
[Bm] And once in a while [Em] the clock [A] has to smile [B] as it counts [A] the time of [Bm] confession
The questions will rain [Em] and pour [A] on your brain [Bm] with the proper [A] speed they are [Bm] driven
The circles they pace [B] and the sneers [A] on their [Bm] face tells [A] you no quarter [Bm] is given
You [D] can salvage your mind [F#] when the paper is [Bm] signed and the crime is solved by [A] oppression
[Bm] But win, lose, or draw [B] it's the [A] rule of the law [Bm] to always [A]
work [Bm] for confession
And the balance of scale [E] seems [A] distant and pale [Bm] in the shadowy [A] days [Bm] of the trial
And sometimes they die with [B] their name [A] on a lie when [Bm] it's [A] all too late [Bm] for denial
[D] When agreement is full [F#]
the switch must be pulled and the chair leaves no [A] hope for correction
[Bm] But the chances are large [E] he was [A] guilty as charged [Bm] after all [A] he made a [Bm] confession
There's nothing as real as the iron [A] and steel [Bm] on the [A] handcuffs when you [Bm] protested
[D] You race through the night [F#] in the prison of pride [Bm] as you head for the [A] quicksand of questions
[Bm] And children unborn will see [A] you in scorn [Bm] if ever [A] you make a [Bm] confession
And the click of the lock [B] is a shiver of shock as you wonder what are [Bm] their objectives?
Up on your guard for the voices [A] are [Bm] hard that belong to [A] the cops [Bm] and detectives
[D] And it's hard to believe [F#] as they roll up their [Bm] sleeves that you're in for more [A] than a session
[Bm] And it couldn't be true, and [Em] it's not [A] really you [Bm] that they want to [A] make a [Bm] confession
You cannot conceal the [E] [A] confusion you feel [B] as they [A] steadily work to [Bm] outguess you
And some will pretend they [B] are really [A] your friend [B] who rally [A] around to [Bm] your rescue
[D] With frightening force [F#] your mind is [Bm] divorced to give them the guilty [A] impression
[Bm] Every word that you hear is a weapon [A] of fear [Bm] to win [A] the war [Bm] of confession
The lights shoot a glare like [A] bullets they stare [Bm] and burn [A] at the base [Bm] of conviction
And you squint and you blink and you try [A] not to think [Bm] of the [B] cobwebs of [Bm] contradictions
And [D] your clothes will be wet with [F#] rivers of [Bm] sweat that tells the tale [A] of the tension
[Bm] And once in a while [Em] the clock [A] has to smile [B] as it counts [A] the time of [Bm] confession
The questions will rain [Em] and pour [A] on your brain [Bm] with the proper [A] speed they are [Bm] driven
The circles they pace [B] and the sneers [A] on their [Bm] face tells [A] you no quarter [Bm] is given
You [D] can salvage your mind [F#] when the paper is [Bm] signed and the crime is solved by [A] oppression
[Bm] But win, lose, or draw [B] it's the [A] rule of the law [Bm] to always [A]
work [Bm] for confession
And the balance of scale [E] seems [A] distant and pale [Bm] in the shadowy [A] days [Bm] of the trial
And sometimes they die with [B] their name [A] on a lie when [Bm] it's [A] all too late [Bm] for denial
[D] When agreement is full [F#]
the switch must be pulled and the chair leaves no [A] hope for correction
[Bm] But the chances are large [E] he was [A] guilty as charged [Bm] after all [A] he made a [Bm] confession
Key:
Bm
A
B
D
F#
Bm
A
B
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ There's nothing as cold [B] as the freeze in [A] your soul [Bm] at the moment [A] when you [Bm] are arrested
_ _ _ There's nothing as real as the iron [A] and steel [Bm] on the [A] handcuffs when you [Bm] _ _ protested
_ [D] You race through the night [F#] in the prison of pride _ [Bm] as you head for the [A] quicksand of questions _ _
[Bm] And children unborn will see [A] you in scorn [Bm] if ever [A] you make a [Bm] confession _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And the click of the lock [B] is a shiver of shock as you wonder what are [Bm] their objectives?
_ _ _ Up on your guard for the voices [A] are [Bm] hard that belong to [A] the cops [Bm] and detectives _
_ [D] And it's hard to believe [F#] as they roll up their [Bm] sleeves that you're in for more [A] than a session _ _
[Bm] And it couldn't be true, and [Em] it's not [A] really you [Bm] that they want to [A] make a [Bm] confession _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ You cannot conceal the [E] _ [A] confusion you feel [B] as they [A] steadily work to [Bm] outguess you
_ And some will pretend they [B] are really [A] your friend [B] who rally _ [A] around to [Bm] your rescue
_ _ [D] With frightening force [F#] your mind is [Bm] divorced to give them the guilty [A] impression _ _
_ [Bm] Every word that you hear is a weapon [A] of fear [Bm] to win [A] the war [Bm] of confession _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ The lights shoot a glare like [A] bullets they stare [Bm] and burn [A] at the base [Bm] of conviction
_ _ And you squint and you blink and you try [A] not to think [Bm] of the _ [B] cobwebs of _ [Bm] contradictions _
_ And [D] your clothes will be wet with [F#] rivers of [Bm] sweat that tells the tale [A] of the tension _ _
[Bm] And once in a while [Em] the clock [A] has to smile [B] as it counts [A] the time of [Bm] confession _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The questions will rain [Em] and pour [A] on your brain [Bm] with the proper _ [A] speed they are [Bm] driven
_ _ The circles they pace [B] and the sneers [A] on their [Bm] face tells [A] you no quarter [Bm] is given _ _
You [D] can salvage your mind [F#] when the paper is [Bm] signed and the crime is solved by [A] oppression _ _
[Bm] But win, lose, or draw [B] it's the [A] rule of the law [Bm] to always [A]
work [Bm] for confession _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And the balance of scale [E] seems [A] distant and pale [Bm] in the shadowy [A] days [Bm] of the trial
_ _ And sometimes they die with [B] their name [A] on a lie when [Bm] it's [A] all too late [Bm] for denial _
_ [D] When agreement is full [F#]
the switch must be pulled and the chair leaves no [A] hope for correction _ _
[Bm] But the chances are large [E] he was [A] guilty as charged _ [Bm] after all [A] he made a [Bm] confession
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ There's nothing as cold [B] as the freeze in [A] your soul [Bm] at the moment [A] when you [Bm] are arrested
_ _ _ There's nothing as real as the iron [A] and steel [Bm] on the [A] handcuffs when you [Bm] _ _ protested
_ [D] You race through the night [F#] in the prison of pride _ [Bm] as you head for the [A] quicksand of questions _ _
[Bm] And children unborn will see [A] you in scorn [Bm] if ever [A] you make a [Bm] confession _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And the click of the lock [B] is a shiver of shock as you wonder what are [Bm] their objectives?
_ _ _ Up on your guard for the voices [A] are [Bm] hard that belong to [A] the cops [Bm] and detectives _
_ [D] And it's hard to believe [F#] as they roll up their [Bm] sleeves that you're in for more [A] than a session _ _
[Bm] And it couldn't be true, and [Em] it's not [A] really you [Bm] that they want to [A] make a [Bm] confession _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ You cannot conceal the [E] _ [A] confusion you feel [B] as they [A] steadily work to [Bm] outguess you
_ And some will pretend they [B] are really [A] your friend [B] who rally _ [A] around to [Bm] your rescue
_ _ [D] With frightening force [F#] your mind is [Bm] divorced to give them the guilty [A] impression _ _
_ [Bm] Every word that you hear is a weapon [A] of fear [Bm] to win [A] the war [Bm] of confession _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ The lights shoot a glare like [A] bullets they stare [Bm] and burn [A] at the base [Bm] of conviction
_ _ And you squint and you blink and you try [A] not to think [Bm] of the _ [B] cobwebs of _ [Bm] contradictions _
_ And [D] your clothes will be wet with [F#] rivers of [Bm] sweat that tells the tale [A] of the tension _ _
[Bm] And once in a while [Em] the clock [A] has to smile [B] as it counts [A] the time of [Bm] confession _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The questions will rain [Em] and pour [A] on your brain [Bm] with the proper _ [A] speed they are [Bm] driven
_ _ The circles they pace [B] and the sneers [A] on their [Bm] face tells [A] you no quarter [Bm] is given _ _
You [D] can salvage your mind [F#] when the paper is [Bm] signed and the crime is solved by [A] oppression _ _
[Bm] But win, lose, or draw [B] it's the [A] rule of the law [Bm] to always [A]
work [Bm] for confession _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And the balance of scale [E] seems [A] distant and pale [Bm] in the shadowy [A] days [Bm] of the trial
_ _ And sometimes they die with [B] their name [A] on a lie when [Bm] it's [A] all too late [Bm] for denial _
_ [D] When agreement is full [F#]
the switch must be pulled and the chair leaves no [A] hope for correction _ _
[Bm] But the chances are large [E] he was [A] guilty as charged _ [Bm] after all [A] he made a [Bm] confession
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _