CLASICOS DE FLOR DE PASION

"I AIN'T MARCHING ANYMORE"

PHIL OCHS


Bueno,vamos a escuchar a Phil Ochs,un cantautor norteamericano que nacio en El Paso,
Texas,un 19 de Diciembre de 1940...Vamos a recordarle en su mejor momento,a mediados
de los Años 60,epoca en la que convirtio en un autentico renovador de la musica
Folk Americana.Formaba parte de esa pleyade de artistas que se desenvolvia en Nueva
York,en el Greenwich Village...Alli estaban Bob Dylan,Tom Paxton,Tom Rush,Judy Collins o Joan Baez...y con todos ellos estaba Phil Ochs,que destacaba con temas como este por ejemplo...extraida de su segundo disco,de Febrero de 1965,y que era toda una especie de declaracion anti belica,con la Guerra de Vietnam empezando a ser
noticia en los Estados Unidos.
Lo curioso es que Ochs hablaba de una mezcla de pacifismo y traicion y el tema se
convertia en una especie de mito de la Paz,y no solo eso...Una especie de Declaracion
de Principios...Yo tampoco pienso desfilar nunca mas por ninguna idea.

Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
The young land started growing
The young blood started flowing
But I ain't marchin' anymore

For I've killed my share of Indians
In a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men lying I saw many more dying
But I ain't marchin' anymore


It's always the old to lead us to the war
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all

For I stole California from the Mexican land
Fought in the bloody Civil War
Yes I even killed my brothers
And so many others But I ain't marchin' anymore

For I marched to the battles of the German trench
In a war that was bound to end all wars
Oh I must have killed a million men
And now they want me back again
But I ain't marchin' anymore



For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning
That I ain't marchin' anymore

Now the labor leader's screamin'
when they close the missile plants,
United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore,
Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason,"
Call it "Love" or call it "Reason,"
But I ain't marchin' any more,
No I ain't marchin' any more...