Phil Ochs — Tape from California Live

[Intro] Tape from California, let's take it away [Verse 1] Who's that coming down the road? A sailor from the sea Looks a lot like me I'd know him anywhere, had to stare Feathers on his fingertips A halo 'round his spine Must have lost his mind He should be put away, right away In the corner of the night He handed me his water pipe His eyes were searching deep inside my head Here's what he said [Chorus] Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California [Verse 2] New York City has exploded And it's crashed upon my head Dove beneath the bed Fighting biting nails, turning pale Landlord's at my window And the burglar's at my door I can't take it anymore I guess I'll have to fly, it's worth a try Someone's banging on the wall But there's no party to recall Singer of the shadows of his soul So he's been told [Chorus] Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California [Guitar solo] [Chorus] Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California [Verse 3] So who's that coming down the road? A sailor from the sea Looks a lot like me I'd know him anywhere, had to stare Now a fire 'round his fingertips A song around his spine He must have found his mind He should be put away, anyway Surrounded by the slaughter Now I'm boarding at the border When the echoes of my ecstasy appear Wish I was here [Chorus] Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California