| 歌曲 | No More Songs |
| 歌手 | Phil Ochs |
| 专辑 | Greatest Hits |
| 作词 : phil Ochs | |
| pre>intro chords：dm\c\b flat\a | |
| Em | |
| Hello, hello, hello | |
| C | |
| Is there anybody home? | |
| Em | |
| I've only called to say | |
| C d | |
| I'm sorry. | |
| Em | |
| The drums are in the dawn, | |
| G d | |
| And all the voices gone. | |
| C d em | |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. | |
| Once i knew a girl | |
| She was a flower in a flame | |
| I loved her as the sea sinks/sings(?) sadly | |
| Now the ashes of the dream | |
| Can be found in the magazines. | |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. | |
| Once i knew a sage | |
| Who sang upon the stage | |
| He told about the world, | |
| His lover. | |
| A ghost without a name, | |
| Stands ragged in the rain. | |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. | |
| The rebels they were here | |
| They came beside the door | |
| They told me that the moon was bleeding | |
| Then all to my suprise, | |
| They took away my eyes. | |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. | |
| A (scar, star)?? is in the sky, | |
| It's time to say goodbye. | |
| A whale is on the beach, | |
| He's dying. | |
| A white flag in my hand, | |
| And a white bone in the sand. | |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. | |
| Hello, hello, hello | |
| Is there anybody home? | |
| I've only called to say | |
| I'm sorry. | |
| The drums are in the dawn, | |
| And all the voices gone. | |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. | |
| It seems that there are no more songs. | |
| It seems that there are no more songs. | |
| /pre> |
| zuò cí : phil Ochs | |
| pre intro chords: dm c b flat a | |
| Em | |
| Hello, hello, hello | |
| C | |
| Is there anybody home? | |
| Em | |
| I' ve only called to say | |
| C d | |
| I' m sorry. | |
| Em | |
| The drums are in the dawn, | |
| G d | |
| And all the voices gone. | |
| C d em | |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. | |
| Once i knew a girl | |
| She was a flower in a flame | |
| I loved her as the sea sinks sings? sadly | |
| Now the ashes of the dream | |
| Can be found in the magazines. | |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. | |
| Once i knew a sage | |
| Who sang upon the stage | |
| He told about the world, | |
| His lover. | |
| A ghost without a name, | |
| Stands ragged in the rain. | |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. | |
| The rebels they were here | |
| They came beside the door | |
| They told me that the moon was bleeding | |
| Then all to my suprise, | |
| They took away my eyes. | |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. | |
| A scar, star?? is in the sky, | |
| It' s time to say goodbye. | |
| A whale is on the beach, | |
| He' s dying. | |
| A white flag in my hand, | |
| And a white bone in the sand. | |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. | |
| Hello, hello, hello | |
| Is there anybody home? | |
| I' ve only called to say | |
| I' m sorry. | |
| The drums are in the dawn, | |
| And all the voices gone. | |
| And it seems that there are no more songs. | |
| It seems that there are no more songs. | |
| It seems that there are no more songs. | |
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