\nI dag er det pr\u00e6cis 30 \u00e5r siden Phil Ochs begik selvmord i New York City, 35 \u00e5r gammel. Han startede som succesfuld topical protestsanger i samme folk-milj\u00f8 som ogs\u00e5 sendte Bob Dylan afsted, men endte med at lave plader og sange, der intet konkret havde med skabelsestiden i slutningen af 60’erne at g\u00f8re, og som derfor nemt kan h\u00f8res i dag. De bedste af dem (“Rehearsals For Retirement” og “Greatest Hits – 50 Phil Ochs Fans Can’t Be Wrong”, sidstn\u00e6vnte trods titel IKKE en opsamlingsplade), hjems\u00f8gt af efter\u00e5rsfarvet melankoli og l\u00e6ngsel, er b\u00e5ret af et sj\u00e6ldent melodisk talent og ditto varm, udtryksfuld stemme. Phil Ochs endte ret langt ude, besat af tanken om at v\u00e6re den personificerede kombination af Las Vegas-style Elvis og socialist-frihedsk\u00e6mperen Che Guevara. Det gik forf\u00e6rdelig galt. These days er der n\u00e6sten ingen der kender ham, hvilket er stor synd og skam. For overtegnede st\u00e5r han langt, langt over genrebesj\u00e6lede samtids-ikoner som f.eks. Tim Buckley, Nick Drake og Tim Hardin. Tjek Phil Ochs ud!<\/p>\n
ONE-WAY TICKET HOME<\/p>\n
I’d like a one-way ticket home, ticket home
\nWhere I can watch television, talk on the telephone
\nBut every town I wander there’s a billboard on a throne
\nTicket home
\nI want a ticket home<\/p>\n
Does anybody know my name, or recognize my face
\nI must have come from somewhere, but I can’t recall the place
\nThey dropped me at the matinee, they left without a trace
\nTicket home
\nI want a ticket home<\/p>\n
Elvis Presley is the king, I was at his crowning
\nMy life just flashed before my eyes, I must be drowning<\/p>\n
Seems like only yesterday I climbed aboard the plane
\nRaping distance in the skies, while diving in champagne
\nI would be in exile now, but everywhere’s the same
\nTicket home
\nI want a ticket home<\/p>\n
Elvis Presley is the king, I was at his crowning
\nMy life just flashed before my eyes, I must be drowning<\/p>\n
Seems like only yesterday I climbed aboard the plane
\nRaping distance in the sky, while diving in champagne
\nI would be in exile now, but everywhere’s the same
\nTicket home
\nI want a ticket home<\/p>\n
\u00a9 Phil Ochs<\/p>\n