Melanie Safka Chords Of Fame

Melanie Safka's beautiful rendition of the late, great Phil Ochs composition, Chords Of Fame. I've cleaned up, resync'd and hopefully improved the audio and video quality of this "old" piece of film.

I found him by the stage last night,
He was breathing his last breath,
A bottle of gin and a cigarette
Was all he had left.
Well, I know that you make music
'Cause you carry your guitar,
But God help the troubadour
Who tries to be a star.

Come on and play the chords of love my friends,
Play the chords of pain,
But if you wanna keep your song, no no no,
Don't play the chords of fame, oh no no

You know I've seen my share of hustlers
As they try to take the world,
And when they find their melody
They're surrounded by the girls.
But it all fades so quickly
Like a sunny summer day;
Reporters ask you questions
And may write down what you say.

Come on and play the chords of love my friends,
Play the chords of pain,
But if you wanna keep your song, no no no,
Don't play the chords of fame, oh no no

They'll rob you of your innocence,
They'll put you up for sale,
The more that you will find success,
The more that you will fail.
I'd been around, I had my share
And I really can't complain
But I wonder who I left behind
On the other side of fame

Come on and play the chords of love my friends,
Play the chords of pain,
But if you wanna keep your song, no no no,
Don't play the chords of fame, oh no no