Acoustic Guitar Cover of "Changes" With Background Intro

[00:00:01] Speaker A: I always thought Phil Oaks was your basic regular guy folk music icon until reading a few articles about the man, I've learned that Phil Ochs was anything but regular. As a boy, Oaks enjoyed going to the movies. His favorite heroes were James Dean and John Wayne. Always a dreamer, Oakes fantasized about becoming a stoic cowboy like John Wayne, a teenage rebel like James Dean, or a rockabilly sex symbol like Elvis Presley. He took his early love of Hollywood to New York, where he became one of the most celebrated folk singers in the world. He surfaced in Greenwich Village, where he wrote songs so profusely that friendly rival Bob Dylan complained that he couldn't keep up with him. At the same time, Oakes became a social activist, leading protests against the Vietnam War with songs like I ain't a Marching anymore. Recognition came too late for Phil Oaks. He suffered from undiagnosed and untreated bipolar disorder. Oakes committed suicide in 1976, thinking himself a failure. His song changes is a soft, philosophical ballad exploring the transient nature of human life. Everything changes, including our relationships, the seasons, our ages and our circumstances. Through it all, Oaks believed we have an obligation to make a meaningful contribution to life. Oaks left behind his beautiful music and deeply held beliefs. Here is my cover of changes. [00:02:14] Speaker B: Sit by my side, come as close as the air sharing a memory of grace and wander in my words and dream about the pictures that I play of changes green leaves of summer turn red in the fall, to brown and to yellow they fade and then they have to die trapped within the circle time parade of change scenes of my young years were warm in my mind, visions of shadows that shine till one day I return and found they were the victims of the vines of changes the world spinning madly it drifts in the dark, swings through a hollow of haze a race around the stars, a journey through the universe ablaze with changes passions will part to a strange melody as fires will sometimes burn cold like petals in the wind where puppets of the silver stream souls of changes your tears will be trembling now we're somewhere else. One last cup of wine we will pour. I'll kiss you one more time and leave you on the rolling river shores of changes sit by my side, come as close as the air, sharing a memory of grace and wander in my words and dream about the pictures that I play of changes. [00:06:08] Speaker C: Close.