The Floods Of Florence lyrics

Song information

Artist: Phil Ochs
Album: Tape From California

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 (words/works?) 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)