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Phil Ochs - Pleasures of the Harbor lyrics
Pre> E - a b7 And the ship sets the sail G#m Theyve lived the tale C#m f#m To carry to the shore A6 e Straining at the oars G#7 c#m Or staring from the rail E -a b7 And the sea bids farewell G#m She waves in swells C#m f#m And sends them on their way A6 e Time has been her pay G#7 c#m And time will have to tell A g#m Soon your sailing will be over D eb c#m Come and take the pleasures of the har - bor And the anchor hits the sand The hungry hands Have tied them to the port The hour will be short For leisure on the land And the girls scent the air They seem so fair With paint on their face Soft is their embrace To lead them up the stairs Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the room dark and dim Touch of skin He asks her of her name She answers with no shame And not a sense of sin Until the fingers draw the blinds Sip of wine The cigarette of doubt The candle is blown out The darkness is so kind Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the shadows frame the light Same old sight Thrill has blown away Now all alone they lay Two strangers in the night Till his heart skips a beat Hes on his feet To shipmates he must join Shes counting up the coins Hes swallowed by the street Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the bar hangs a cloud The whiskeys loud Theres laughter in their eyes The lonely in disguse Are clinging to the crowd And the bottle fills the glass The haze is fast Hes trembling for the taste Of passion gone to waste In memories of the past Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the alley, red with rain Cry of pain For love was but a smile Teasing all the while Now dancing down the drain till the boys reach the dock They gently mock Lift him on their backs Lay him on his rack And leave beneath the light Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the ship sets the sail Theyve lived the tale To carry from the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor /pre> |
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