G C G C In a building of gold, with riches untold, G C G - C lived the families on which the country was founded. G C G C And the merchants of style, with their red velvet smiles, G Em D were there, for they also were hounded. G C G C And the soft middle class crowded in to the last, G Em Bm for the building was fully surrounded. G C G D7 G And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution. Sadly they stared and sank in their chairs and searched for a comforting notion. And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall As they shook in doubtful devotion. The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their drinks, wet their minds in bitter emotion. And they talked about the ringing of revolution. We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared, for our time was taken with treasure. Oh, life was a game, and work was a shame, And pain was prevented by pleasure. The world, cold and grey, was so far away In the distance only money could measure. But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution. The clouds filled the room in darkening doom as the crooked smoke rings were rising. How long will it take, how can we escape Someone asks, but no one's advising. And the quivering floor responds to the roar, In a shake no longer surprising. As closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution. Softly they moan, please leave us alone As back and forth they are pacing. And they cover their ears and try not to hear WIth pillows of silk they're embracing. And the crackling crowd is laughing out loud, peeking in at the target they're chasing. Now trembling inside the ringing of revolution. With compromise sway we give in half way When we saw that rebellion was growing. Now everything's lost as they kneel by the cross Where the blood of christ is still flowing. To late for their sorrow they've reached their tomorrow and reaped the seed they were sowing. Now harvested by the ringing of revolution. In tattered tuxedos they faced the new heroes and crawled about in confusion. And they sheepishly grinned for their memoroes were dim of the decades of dark execution. Hollow hands were raised; they stood there amazed in the shattering of their illusions. As the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution. Down on our knees we're begging you please, We're sorry for the way you were driven. There's no need to taunt just take what you want, and we'll make amends, if we're living. But away from the grounds the flames told the town that only the dead are forgiven. As they crumbled inside the ringing of revolution.
"Rhythms of Revolution was written in my house [...] he did exactly what Sonny described -- we were listening to Dylan AND classical music when he rushed headlong upstairs to his guitar, came down an hour later with scribbles, spent another hour sitting on the couch with the guitar, working out melody...I still have the scribbles!" -- Sal Coxe
Later he renamed this song Rhythm of Revolution because, according to Phil "it was better". David Friedman says "I believe the first time Phil announced that he had changed "Ringing of Revolution" to "Rhythms of Revolution" (and probably the first time he sang it that way publicly) was at a Carnegie Hall concert on October 1, 1967."
Chords supplied by Jim LessesLast modified 25 Dec 02 by trent