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Lyrics for The Floods of Florence by Phil Ochs:
| | | Artist: | Phil Ochs |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | The Floods of Florence | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 55 | | | | Lyrics: | G
Picasso leans out of the window, looks out on the ghetto
Am
Changing the
shapes he sees.
D
His old friend El Greco, soon is expected,
G
Now just an echo of Spanish seas.
Em
And outside, the people stare;
Am
Wondering what's going on in there!
D
G
Tossing the dice; they pay the price, so they can compare.
CHORUS:
Am
D G Em
And the holy (wordsworks?) of love and reverence
C
Bm E
Fell beneath the floods of Florence.
The shop girls go out to
the galleries spending their salaries
To see if they catch a hold.
They meet an old master,
like some unknown lover,
For some unknown reason he's never old.
And the auctioneer clears
his throat,
What am I bid for this bottled boat?
A tap on the rail
Sunk with a sail, but
soon she's afloat. (chorus)
Griffith pulls out his whiskey; the mad room is
misty
Covered with yesterdays.
The girl is so pretty, she asks for a memory.
He touches
her knee and she fades away.
But the box office line is long;
The spectacular show is
on.
Thirsty for thrills, the fountain is filled
With dreams of the dawn.
(chorus)
The troubador comes from the country, falls by the factory,
Sliding on simple
strings.
Armed with his anger, he sings of the danger
He senses a stranger is in the
wings.
But the fledgling has learned to fly;
All of the innocence leaves his eye.
Echoes
explode, rolled from the road--
The melody dies. (chorus) | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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