I will quote two songs from my favorite songwriter, Leonard Cohen. The songs with great lyrics and descriptive imagery are "The Future" and "Democracy."
THE FUTURE
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder
Things are going to slide ...
There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder
Things are going to slide ...
When they said REPENT REPENT
DEMOCRACY
It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It's coming from the feel
that this ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It's coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don't pretend to understand at all.
It's coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It's coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin'
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here
and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.
It's coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
It's here the family's broken
and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It's coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we'll be making love again.
We'll be going down so deep
the river's going to weep,
and the mountain's going to shout Amen!
It's coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on ...
I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,
I'm junk but I'm still holding up
this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
What's your coolest song lyric of all time?
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Karbon L. Forms Karbon L. Forms https://www.kvraudio.com/forum/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=29033
- KVRian
- 1412 posts since 10 Jun, 2004 from Inverness, Scotland
People I see
Just remind me of mooing
Like a cow on the grass
And that’s not to say
That there’s anything wrong
With being a cow anyway
But people are people
With the added advantage
Of the spoken word
We’re getting on fine
But I feel more of a man
When I get with the herd.
Julian Cope - Elegant Chaos
Just remind me of mooing
Like a cow on the grass
And that’s not to say
That there’s anything wrong
With being a cow anyway
But people are people
With the added advantage
Of the spoken word
We’re getting on fine
But I feel more of a man
When I get with the herd.
Julian Cope - Elegant Chaos
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"Hell is other People" J.P.Sartre
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"Hell is other People" J.P.Sartre
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- The Teach
- 8273 posts since 23 Jul, 2002 from flatness
GOOD CALL !!!Karbon L. Forms wrote:People I see
Just remind me of mooing
Like a cow on the grass
And that’s not to say
That there’s anything wrong
With being a cow anyway
But people are people
With the added advantage
Of the spoken word
We’re getting on fine
But I feel more of a man
When I get with the herd.
Julian Cope - Elegant Chaos
(i forgot about julian)
i always liked this one of his ...
las vegas basement - julian cope
easy - when lifes a bitter pill you swallow down with your last breath
and find me alone ... and trapped beneath superlatives and greed that shines underneath
i was thrown out of the crib into the snow
i was born to entertain so here i go
not easy - but your hands around my neck could be construed as your being rude
hear the dinner gong - put down my fork - start my song - cos i could be anything you want me to be
top or bottom - face the monster - let him know
i was born to entertain - so here i go
top or bottom - face the monster - let him know
i was born to entertain - so here I go
i was shown the door before i got to sing
only to be now forgotten ...
and while im here - a couple from wiz (mega city four) - one of the most direct and affecting lyricists ive heard ...
underdog - mega city four
pity is misplaced with me
it should be replaced with fear
cos i could give much worse
than i receive
please dont think im proud of it
dont think it pleases me
to know that i am capable
of hurting you as much as you hurt me
do you feel sorry for me still ???
is it just sympathy you feel ???
knowing that i can hit back harder
harder than anyone hits me
do you feel sorry for me still ???
its funny and its tragic too
that if i was to lose control
pity is what id expect from you
out in the darkest regions
losing my mind
consolations the one thing i wont find
but please dont think its weak
cos theres nothing strong
about lashing out
and please dont think its weak
it takes all my strength
to turn the other cheek
dont mistake your weaknesses
for strength
i dont want your sympathy just
dont you patronise me
i dont need it im no underdog
clown - mega city forur
i might say yes
and i might say no
its difficult to decide
the only thing that im sure about
is that im always changing my mind
theres momentary indecision
a feeble desire to please
in desperation to be loved
i admit i lie through my teeth
thats me
going around
pleasing everybody except myself
Wearing a smile even when i am down
trying not to dissapoint you
trying not to be the one
that gets left out
and i only wanna be accepted
before i answer i hesitate
i want to say the right thing
i guess its insecurity
that tricks me into deceit
but maybee the biggest deception
is the trick that i play on myself
i dont care if you like me
and i dont need your respect
im just scared if i take off
this stupid mask
the only thing ill get
is cold indifference
and i want to be of consequence
to someone ...
slainte
rob-
- KVRist
- 104 posts since 10 Apr, 2002 from liverpool
I love The Undertones, My Perfect Cousin
Especially the last verse-
He's sure to go to heaven
Always spotless clean and neat
The smoothest you can get them
He's got a fur lined sheepskin jacket
My ma said they cost a packet
She won't even let me explain
That me and Kevin were just not the same
Oh my perfect cousin
What I like to do he doesn't
He's his family's private joy
His mothers little golden boy
He's gotta degree in economics
Maths - physics and bionics
He thinks that I'm a cabbage
Cos I hate university challenge
Even at the age of ten
Smart boy Kevin was a smart boy then
He always beat me at Subbuteo
Cos he flicked the kick
And I didn't know
Oh my perfect cousin ..
His mother bought him a synthesizer
Got the Human League into advise her
Now he's making lots of noise
Playing along with the art school boys
Girls try to attract his attention
But what a shame it's in vain total rejection
He will never be left on the shelf
Cos Kevin he's in love with himself
Oh my perfect cousin
Oh and anything by Half Man Half Biscuit such as -
The Trumpton Riots
Fuckin' 'Ell It's Fred Titmus
99% Of Gargoyles Look Like Bob Todd
All I Want for Christmas is a Dukla Prague Away Kit
I Left My Heart In Papworth General
Dickie Davies Eyes
Give them a listen they are just CLASS pure lyrical genius, the best LP is Back in the DHSS
Especially the last verse-
He's sure to go to heaven
Always spotless clean and neat
The smoothest you can get them
He's got a fur lined sheepskin jacket
My ma said they cost a packet
She won't even let me explain
That me and Kevin were just not the same
Oh my perfect cousin
What I like to do he doesn't
He's his family's private joy
His mothers little golden boy
He's gotta degree in economics
Maths - physics and bionics
He thinks that I'm a cabbage
Cos I hate university challenge
Even at the age of ten
Smart boy Kevin was a smart boy then
He always beat me at Subbuteo
Cos he flicked the kick
And I didn't know
Oh my perfect cousin ..
His mother bought him a synthesizer
Got the Human League into advise her
Now he's making lots of noise
Playing along with the art school boys
Girls try to attract his attention
But what a shame it's in vain total rejection
He will never be left on the shelf
Cos Kevin he's in love with himself
Oh my perfect cousin
Oh and anything by Half Man Half Biscuit such as -
The Trumpton Riots
Fuckin' 'Ell It's Fred Titmus
99% Of Gargoyles Look Like Bob Todd
All I Want for Christmas is a Dukla Prague Away Kit
I Left My Heart In Papworth General
Dickie Davies Eyes
Give them a listen they are just CLASS pure lyrical genius, the best LP is Back in the DHSS
" He's not the mesiah, he's a very naughty boy!"
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- KVRist
- 90 posts since 24 Apr, 2001 from Clinton, ME
...two clips from Bryan Ferry and Roxy Music, both from the fantastic "Stranded" album:
"When you're looking for love in a looking glass world it's pretty hard to find."
(from "Mother of Pearl")
"Seems like scenes from my dreams cover cutting room floors all over."
(from "Sunset")
"When you're looking for love in a looking glass world it's pretty hard to find."
(from "Mother of Pearl")
"Seems like scenes from my dreams cover cutting room floors all over."
(from "Sunset")
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Karbon L. Forms Karbon L. Forms https://www.kvraudio.com/forum/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=29033
- KVRian
- 1412 posts since 10 Jun, 2004 from Inverness, Scotland
DOUBLE TRIPLE GOOD CALL!! Vegas basement has always been one of my party pieces!pHz wrote:GOOD CALL !!!Karbon L. Forms wrote:People I see
Just remind me of mooing
Like a cow on the grass
And that’s not to say
That there’s anything wrong
With being a cow anyway
But people are people
With the added advantage
Of the spoken word
We’re getting on fine
But I feel more of a man
When I get with the herd.
Julian Cope - Elegant Chaos
(i forgot about julian)
i always liked this one of his ...
las vegas basement - julian cope
easy - when lifes a bitter pill you swallow down with your last breath
and find me alone ... and trapped beneath superlatives and greed that shines underneath
i was thrown out of the crib into the snow
i was born to entertain so here i go
not easy - but your hands around my neck could be construed as your being rude
hear the dinner gong - put down my fork - start my song - cos i could be anything you want me to be
top or bottom - face the monster - let him know
i was born to entertain - so here i go
top or bottom - face the monster - let him know
i was born to entertain - so here I go
i was shown the door before i got to sing
only to be now forgotten ...
and while im here - a couple from wiz (mega city four) - one of the most direct and affecting lyricists ive heard ...
underdog - mega city four
pity is misplaced with me
it should be replaced with fear
cos i could give much worse
than i receive
please dont think im proud of it
dont think it pleases me
to know that i am capable
of hurting you as much as you hurt me
do you feel sorry for me still ???
is it just sympathy you feel ???
knowing that i can hit back harder
harder than anyone hits me
do you feel sorry for me still ???
its funny and its tragic too
that if i was to lose control
pity is what id expect from you
out in the darkest regions
losing my mind
consolations the one thing i wont find
but please dont think its weak
cos theres nothing strong
about lashing out
and please dont think its weak
it takes all my strength
to turn the other cheek
dont mistake your weaknesses
for strength
i dont want your sympathy just
dont you patronise me
i dont need it im no underdog
clown - mega city forur
i might say yes
and i might say no
its difficult to decide
the only thing that im sure about
is that im always changing my mind
theres momentary indecision
a feeble desire to please
in desperation to be loved
i admit i lie through my teeth
thats me
going around
pleasing everybody except myself
Wearing a smile even when i am down
trying not to dissapoint you
trying not to be the one
that gets left out
and i only wanna be accepted
before i answer i hesitate
i want to say the right thing
i guess its insecurity
that tricks me into deceit
but maybee the biggest deception
is the trick that i play on myself
i dont care if you like me
and i dont need your respect
im just scared if i take off
this stupid mask
the only thing ill get
is cold indifference
and i want to be of consequence
to someone ...
slainte
I got dry humped by Copey! Seriously! I went to see him at the Findhorn Foundation near Elgin in Scotland. Just him doing a tour for his standing stones shite. Anyway... I had arrived late so there was no seats and I had to sit on the floor right in front of him (I'm a MAJOR fan!) He finished a song, it was a very cool performer/audience interaction type gig. He looked about and said "Anybody need a hug?" He was scanning about and he caught me doing a "yeah me!" type gesture. He smooched over then jumped on me! Humped away and told the audience I was an ex-lover! JOY! Got backstage to meet him after too!
Julian is seriously f**king good! Peggy Suicide is one of the best albums ever. Las vegas basement!!! Not easy....
.................................
"Hell is other People" J.P.Sartre
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"Hell is other People" J.P.Sartre
.................................
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- The Teach
- 8273 posts since 23 Jul, 2002 from flatness
screwed by the drude !!!Karbon L. Forms wrote: DOUBLE TRIPLE GOOD CALL!! Vegas basement has always been one of my party pieces!
I got dry humped by Copey! Seriously! I went to see him at the Findhorn Foundation near Elgin in Scotland. Just him doing a tour for his standing stones shite. Anyway... I had arrived late so there was no seats and I had to sit on the floor right in front of him (I'm a MAJOR fan!) He finished a song, it was a very cool performer/audience interaction type gig. He looked about and said "Anybody need a hug?" He was scanning about and he caught me doing a "yeah me!" type gesture. He smooched over then jumped on me! Humped away and told the audience I was an ex-lover! JOY! Got backstage to meet him after too!
Julian is seriously f**king good! Peggy Suicide is one of the best albums ever. Las vegas basement!!! Not easy....
but i always prefer jehovakill and interpreter of his 'straight' albums (and i always try to forget about autogeddon TBH)
slainte
rob-
- KVRian
- 522 posts since 10 Jan, 2004 from England
He probably doesn't ever get mentioned here but...
'The pause button's broke on my video' - Robbie Williams.
Funny, so is mine.
'The pause button's broke on my video' - Robbie Williams.
Funny, so is mine.
There are 2 rules to being a success in life: 1. Never give out all the information.
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- The Teach
- 8273 posts since 23 Jul, 2002 from flatness
hmmmnnn ...
... TBH i actually think that some of robbies lyrics are relatively intelligent and honest and clever for throwaway pop music
come undone - robbie williams
so unimpressed ... but so in awe
such a saint ... but such a whore
so self aware ... so full of shit
so indecisive ... so adamant
im contemplating ... thinkin about thinkin
its overrated - just get another drink and
watch me come undone
theyre selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
i pray when im coming down youll be asleep
if i ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
because im scum and im your son
i come undone
i come undone
so rock n roll ... so corporate suit
so damn ugly ... so damn cute
so well trained ... so animal
so need your love ... so f**k you all
im not scared of dying ... i just dont want to
if i stop lying ill just disappoint you
come undone
theyre selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
come undone
i pray when im coming down youll be asleep
come undone
if i ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
because im scum and im your son
i come undone
so write another ballad - mix it on a wednesday
sell it on a thursday buy a yacht on saturday
its a love song - a love song
do another interview ... sing a bunch of lies
tell about celebrities that i despise
and sing love songs ... we sing love songs so sincere
so sincere
come undone
theyre selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
come undone
i pray when im coming down youll be asleep
come undone
the young pretend youre in the clouds above the sea
i come undone
i am scum
love your son
youve gotta love your son
come undone
youve gotta love your son
come undone
love your son
i am scum
i am scum
i am scum
i am scum
i am scum
i am scum
if kurt had written that wed be claiming it as a classic lyric from a tortured artist
slainte
rob
... TBH i actually think that some of robbies lyrics are relatively intelligent and honest and clever for throwaway pop music
come undone - robbie williams
so unimpressed ... but so in awe
such a saint ... but such a whore
so self aware ... so full of shit
so indecisive ... so adamant
im contemplating ... thinkin about thinkin
its overrated - just get another drink and
watch me come undone
theyre selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
i pray when im coming down youll be asleep
if i ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
because im scum and im your son
i come undone
i come undone
so rock n roll ... so corporate suit
so damn ugly ... so damn cute
so well trained ... so animal
so need your love ... so f**k you all
im not scared of dying ... i just dont want to
if i stop lying ill just disappoint you
come undone
theyre selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
come undone
i pray when im coming down youll be asleep
come undone
if i ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
because im scum and im your son
i come undone
so write another ballad - mix it on a wednesday
sell it on a thursday buy a yacht on saturday
its a love song - a love song
do another interview ... sing a bunch of lies
tell about celebrities that i despise
and sing love songs ... we sing love songs so sincere
so sincere
come undone
theyre selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
come undone
i pray when im coming down youll be asleep
come undone
the young pretend youre in the clouds above the sea
i come undone
i am scum
love your son
youve gotta love your son
come undone
youve gotta love your son
come undone
love your son
i am scum
i am scum
i am scum
i am scum
i am scum
i am scum
if kurt had written that wed be claiming it as a classic lyric from a tortured artist
slainte
rob
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- Hun #3
- 4265 posts since 25 Mar, 2002 from A quaint little village just south of Hamburg, Germany
I had a king in a tenement castle
lately he's taken to painting the paste lwlls brown
He's taken the curtains down
He's swept with the broom of contempt
and the wally have an empty ring
He's cleansed with the tears of an actor
Who fears for the laughter's sting.
I can't go back there anymore
You know, my keys won't fit the door
You know, my thoughts don't fit the man
They never can, they never can.
I had a king dresed in drp-dry and paisley,
lately he's taken to saying I'm crazy and blind
He lives in another time (?)
Ladies in gingham stil blush, when he sings them of wars and wine
-but I in my leather and lace can never become that kind.
I can't go back there anymore
(...)
I had a iking in a salt rusted carriage
Took me off to his country for marriage to soon
beware of the power of moons (!)
There's noone to name, no one to blame as a traitor here
The king's on the road and the queen's in the grove til the end of the year
I can't go back there anymore
(...)
lately he's taken to painting the paste lwlls brown
He's taken the curtains down
He's swept with the broom of contempt
and the wally have an empty ring
He's cleansed with the tears of an actor
Who fears for the laughter's sting.
I can't go back there anymore
You know, my keys won't fit the door
You know, my thoughts don't fit the man
They never can, they never can.
I had a king dresed in drp-dry and paisley,
lately he's taken to saying I'm crazy and blind
He lives in another time (?)
Ladies in gingham stil blush, when he sings them of wars and wine
-but I in my leather and lace can never become that kind.
I can't go back there anymore
(...)
I had a iking in a salt rusted carriage
Took me off to his country for marriage to soon
beware of the power of moons (!)
There's noone to name, no one to blame as a traitor here
The king's on the road and the queen's in the grove til the end of the year
I can't go back there anymore
(...)
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- KVRist
- 162 posts since 15 Apr, 2003 from new zealand
come on then Dai, it's almost light
time you was off to the anthracite
mornin' mist is on the valley
time you were on your way
time you were learnin' a miner's job
and earning a miner's pay
ewan maccoll. pure.
time you was off to the anthracite
mornin' mist is on the valley
time you were on your way
time you were learnin' a miner's job
and earning a miner's pay
ewan maccoll. pure.
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- KVRian
- 1325 posts since 6 Mar, 2001 from London, UK
Ian Hunter - Apathy 83
Standin' on the edge of Vesuvius - my mouth is runnin' dry
Drunk on wine & wisdom - giving it all away
Old enough to hate tomorrow - young enough not to know where to run
Oh there ain't no rock'n roll no more - just the music of the young
Apathy for the devil Apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil ,N Apathy for the son.
The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn -
and envy caught like a leaf
Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand -
spitting bullets through the night
The siren wails on the ambulance - compassion touches my head 'n it bleeds
Oh there ain't no rock'n roll no more just the sickly sound of greed.
And it's Apathy for the devil And it's Apathy for the devil
And it's Apathy for the devil 'N Apathy for the creed
No more gardens for the gardenless - no more - havens for the havenless
No more helpers for the helplessness - no more - somethings for a less
For the law is now the lawless
'N the flaw is now the flawless
'N the crime is now accepted
'N the criminal respected
'N now evil gets elected
'N now sinful get selected
Heed a president proven rotten
Now officially forgotten
Was it your General Sheridan who once said "The only good, good man is a dead good man."
It was not me babe
I just said keep your head 'n your bread well down under them floorboards
'N you - you look like you gone with the wind
Running naked through the streets
Wired out - tired out - transcendental mental - only laughing in your sleep
Nostalgia is starting to focus too late, imagination is starting to itch
Oh there ain't no rock'n roll no more just the music of the rich
'N it's Apathy for the Devil 'N it's Apathy for the Devil
'N it's Apathy for the Devil Apathy's at fever pitch
Standin' on the edge of Vesuvius - my mouth is runnin' dry
Drunk on wine & wisdom - giving it all away
Old enough to hate tomorrow - young enough not to know where to run
Oh there ain't no rock'n roll no more - just the music of the young
Apathy for the devil Apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil ,N Apathy for the son.
The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn -
and envy caught like a leaf
Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand -
spitting bullets through the night
The siren wails on the ambulance - compassion touches my head 'n it bleeds
Oh there ain't no rock'n roll no more just the sickly sound of greed.
And it's Apathy for the devil And it's Apathy for the devil
And it's Apathy for the devil 'N Apathy for the creed
No more gardens for the gardenless - no more - havens for the havenless
No more helpers for the helplessness - no more - somethings for a less
For the law is now the lawless
'N the flaw is now the flawless
'N the crime is now accepted
'N the criminal respected
'N now evil gets elected
'N now sinful get selected
Heed a president proven rotten
Now officially forgotten
Was it your General Sheridan who once said "The only good, good man is a dead good man."
It was not me babe
I just said keep your head 'n your bread well down under them floorboards
'N you - you look like you gone with the wind
Running naked through the streets
Wired out - tired out - transcendental mental - only laughing in your sleep
Nostalgia is starting to focus too late, imagination is starting to itch
Oh there ain't no rock'n roll no more just the music of the rich
'N it's Apathy for the Devil 'N it's Apathy for the Devil
'N it's Apathy for the Devil Apathy's at fever pitch