{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":931139,"song":"The Confession","artist":"Phil Ochs","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11613051-the-confession-chords-by-phil-ochs/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/931139?type=chord","rating":0.14031,"votes":0,"content":"[tab][ch]Bm[/ch]                              [ch]A[/ch]\r\nThere's nothing as cold as the freeze in your soul[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Bm[/ch]           [ch]A[/ch]          [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\n  at the moment when you are arrested.[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]Bm[/ch]                    [ch]A[/ch]\r\nThere's nothing as real as the iron and steel[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]Bm[/ch]        [ch]A[/ch]          [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\n  on the handcuffs when you protested.[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]D[/ch]                             [ch]F#[/ch]\r\nYou race through the night in the prison of fright[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Bm[/ch]                         [ch]A[/ch]\r\n  as you head for the quicksand of questions.[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]Bm[/ch]                   [ch]A[/ch]\r\nAnd children unborn will see you in scorn[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]Bm[/ch]       [ch]A[/ch]         [ch]Bm[/ch]\r\n  if ever you make a confession.[/tab]\r\n\r\nAnd the click of a lock is a shiver of shock\r\n  as you wonder what are their objectives.\r\nUpon your guard for the voices are hard\r\n  that belong to the cops and detectives.\r\nAnd it's hard to believe as they roll up their sleeves\r\n  that you're in for more than a session.\r\nAnd it couldn't be true and it's not really you\r\n  that they want to make a confession.\r\n\r\nYou cannot conceal the confussion you feel\r\n  as they steadily work to out-guess you.\r\nAnd some will pretend they are really your friend\r\n  who rally around to your rescue.\r\nWith frightening force your mind is divorced\r\n  to give them the guilty impression.\r\nEvery word that you hear is a weapon of fear\r\n  to win the war of confessions.\r\n\r\nThe lights shoot a glare like bullets they stare\r\n  and burn out the base of conviction.\r\nAnd you squint and you blink and you try not to think\r\n  of the cobwebs of contridictions.\r\nAnd your clothes will be wet with the rivers of sweat\r\n  that tells the tale of attention.\r\nAnd once in awhile the clock has to smile\r\n  as it counts the time of confession.\r\n\r\nThe questions will rain and pour on your brain\r\n  with the proper speed they are driven.\r\nThe circles they pace and the sneer on their face\r\n  tells you no quarter is given.\r\nYou can salvage your mind when the paper is signed\r\n  then the crime is solved by oppression.\r\nBut win, lose, or draw, it's the rule of the law\r\n  to always work for confession.\r\n\r\nAnd the balance of scales seems distant and pale\r\n  in the shadowy days of the trial.\r\nAnd sometimes they die; with their name on a lie\r\n  when it's all too late for denial.\r\nWhen agreement is full the switch must be pulled\r\n  and the chair leaves no hope for correction.\r\nBut the chances are large he was guilty as charged\r\n  After all, he made a confession.","plain_text":"And the click of a lock is a shiver of shock\n  as you wonder what are their objectives.\nUpon your guard for the voices are hard\n  that belong to the cops and detectives.\nAnd it's hard to believe as they roll up their sleeves\n  that you're in for more than a session.\nAnd it couldn't be true and it's not really you\n  that they want to make a confession.\n\nYou cannot conceal the confussion you feel\n  as they steadily work to out-guess you.\nAnd some will pretend they are really your friend\n  who rally around to your rescue.\nWith frightening force your mind is divorced\n  to give them the guilty impression.\nEvery word that you hear is a weapon of fear\n  to win the war of confessions.\n\nThe lights shoot a glare like bullets they stare\n  and burn out the base of conviction.\nAnd you squint and you blink and you try not to think\n  of the cobwebs of contridictions.\nAnd your clothes will be wet with the rivers of sweat\n  that tells the tale of attention.\nAnd once in awhile the clock has to smile\n  as it counts the time of confession.\n\nThe questions will rain and pour on your brain\n  with the proper speed they are driven.\nThe circles they pace and the sneer on their face\n  tells you no quarter is given.\nYou can salvage your mind when the paper is signed\n  then the crime is solved by oppression.\nBut win, lose, or draw, it's the rule of the law\n  to always work for confession.\n\nAnd the balance of scales seems distant and pale\n  in the shadowy days of the trial.\nAnd sometimes they die; with their name on a lie\n  when it's all too late for denial.\nWhen agreement is full the switch must be pulled\n  and the chair leaves no hope for correction.\nBut the chances are large he was guilty as charged\n  After all, he made a confession.","chords":["Bm","A","D","F#"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"Bm":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,3,4,2,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,3,2]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]}}}