Chords for Phil Ochs- "Ringing Of Revolution" (modified title & lyrics) 1971 [Reelin' In The Years Archives]

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Okay, being known as [G#] a political singer, I guess I'll start with a political [F#] song.
[A#] This is a song _ designed to frighten the establishment called The Rhythms [F#] of Revolution.
A song about birth pains.
The primal scream.
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_ In a building [B] of gold with [F#] riches _ [B] untold
[F#] Lived the families [B] in which the country [F#] was founded
[B] _ _ _ [F#] _ And the merchants of [F#] style with their [B] vain velvet smiles
[F#] Were there, [D#m] for they also were [C#] hounded _
[F#] And the soft [B] metal glass [F#] crowded into the [B] last
[F#] For the building was [D#m] fully [A#m] surrounded
_ _ [F#] And the noise [B] outside was the rhythm [C#] of revolution
[D#] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ Sadly they [B] stared and [F#] sank in their [B] chairs
And searched for a comforting [F#] notion
_ [B] _ And the red silver walls looked [F#] ready to fall
As they shook in [D#m] doubtful [C#] devotion _ _
The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their [B] drinks
Wet [F#] their minds in [A#m] empty emotion
_ [F#] And they [B] talked [F#] about _ [B] the Rhythms of [F#] Revolution
[D#] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ We were hardly [B]
aware of the hardships [B] they [F#] bared
For our time [B] was taken [F#] with treasure
_ [F#] Oh, life [B] was a [F#] game and work [B] was a shame
And [F#] pain [D#m] was prevented by [C#] pleasure _
[F#] The world [B] cold and gray [F#] was so [B] far away
[F#] In distance [D#m] only money [A#m] could measure
[F#] But their thoughts [B] were broken [F#] by the [C#] Rhythms of Revolution
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_ [F#] _ _ _ And the clouds [B] filled the [F#] room in darkening [B] doom
As the crooked [B] smoke [F#] rings were [B] rising _
[F#] How [B] long will it take?
[F#] How can [B] we escape?
Someone [F#] asks, but no [C#] one's advising
_ _ [F#] And the quivering [B] floor [F#] responds [B] to the [F#] roar
In a shake [D#m] no longer [A#m] _ surprising
_ [F#] As closer [B] and closer [F#] come the [C#] Rhythms of [F#] _ Revolution
[D#] _ [F#] With _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] compromise sway we [F#] gave in [B] halfway
When we saw that rebellion [F#] was growing
[B] _ _ [F#] Now [B] everything's lost [F#] as they kneel by the [B] cross
Where [F#] the blood [D#m] of Christ is [C#] still flowing _ _
[F#] Too late for [B] their sorrow, [F#] they've reached [B] their [F#] tomorrow
_ The seed [A#m] they were sowing
_ [G#] [F#] Now harvested [B] by [F#] the [C#] Rhythms of _ [G#] Revolution _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ In tattered [B] tuxedos [F#] they faced the [B] new heroes
[F#]
And [B] crawled about in confusion _
[F#] And they [B] sheepishly grinned [F#] for their memories [B] were dim
[F#] Of the [D#m] decades of dark [C#] execution
_ _ [F#] Hollow [B] hands raised [F#] they stood [B] there [F#] amazed
In the [D#m] shattering of their [A#m] illusions
_ [F#] As the windows were [B]
smashed [F#] by the Rhythms [C#] of [F#] Revolution _
[D#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ Down on [B] our knees [F#] we're begging you [B] please
[F#] We're sorry for [B] the way you were [F#] driven
_ [B] _ [F#] There's no need [B] to taunt, [F#] just take what [B] you [F#] want
And we'll make [D#m] amends if [C#] we're living _ _
[F#] But away [B] from the grounds the flames told the town
That only the dead [G#] are [A#m] forgiven
_ As [F#] they vanished [B]
inside [F#] the Rhythms [C#] of [D#] Revolution _
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