Rehersal For Retirement

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 amusement

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