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Date: Fri, 25 Feb 94 09:57:40 -0500
Rehearsals for Retirement - Phil Ochs
The days grow longer for smaller prizes
I feel a stranger to all surprises
You can have them I don t want them
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I wear a different kind of garment
In my rehearsals for retirement
The lights are cold again, they dance below me
I turn to old friends, they do not know me
All about the beggar he remembers
I put a penny down for payment
In my rehearsals for retirement
If I d have known the end would end in laughter
I d tell my daughter
It doesn t matter
The stage is tainted with empty voices
The ladies painted, they have no choices
I take my colors from the stable
They lie in tatters by the tournament
In my rehearsals for retirement
Where are the armies that killed a country
And turned a strong man into a baby
Now (out ?) comes the rabble, they are welcome
I wait in anger and amut
In my rehearsal for retirement
If I d have known the end would end in laughter
I d tell my daughter
It doesn t matter
Farewell my own true love, farewell my fancy
Are you still with me love, though you failed me
But one last gesture for your pleasure
I ll paint your memory on the monument
In my rehearsals for retirement