Phil Ochs The Marines Have Landed on the Shores of
Santo Domingo Letras:
Phil Ochs And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle
back and forth, the sand is burning And the fish
take flight and scatter from the sight, their
courses turning As the seagulls rest on the cold
cannon nest, the sea is churning. The marines have
landed on the shores of Santo Domingo. The
fishermen sweat, they're pausing at their nets,
the day's a-burning As the warships sway and
thunder in the bay, loud the morning. But the boy
on the shore is throwing pebbles no more, he runs
a-warning That the the marines have landed on the
shores of Santo Domingo. The streets are still,
there's silence in the hills, the town is sleeping
And the farmers yawn in the grey silver dawn, the
fields they're keeping As the first troops land
and step into the sand, the flags are weaving. The
marines have landed on the shores of Santo
Domingo. The unsmiling sun is shining down upon
the singing soldiers In the cloud dust whirl they
whistle at the girls, they're getting bolder The
old women sigh, think of memories gone by, they
shrug their shoulders. The marines have landed on
the shores of Santo Domingo. Ready for the tricks,
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their bayonets are fixed, now they are rolling And
the tanks make tracks past the trembling shacks
where fear's unfolding All the young wives afraid,
turn their backs to the parade with babes they're
holding The marines have landed on the shores of
Santo Domingo A bullet cracks the sound, the army
hit the ground, the sniper's callin' So they open
their guns, a thousand to one, no sense in
stalling He clutches at his head and totters on
the edge, look now he's falling The marines have
landed on the shores of Santo Domingo In the red
plaza square, the crowds come to stare, the heat
is leaning And the eyes of the dead are turning
every head to the widows screaming But the
soldiers make a bid, giving candy to the kids,
their teeth are gleaming The marines have landed
on the shores of Santo Domingo Up and down the
coast, the generals drink a toast, the wheel is
spinning And the cowards and the whores are
peeking through the doors to see who's winning But
the traitors will pretend that it's getting near
the end, when it's beginning The marines have
landed on the shores of Santo Domingo And the
crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth, the
sand is burning And the fish take flight and
scatter from the sight, their courses turning As
the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest, the sea
is churning The marines have landed on the shores
of Santo Domingo
Letras: The Marines Have Landed on the Shores of Santo Domingo
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