"The Parade's Still Passing By" as written by and Harry F. Chapin....
I got the news today
That you refused to play
'Cause you never made number one
But it's not just the words

It's the deeds that are heard
When all is said and done
Kings take their crowns
They melt them all down

Trying to get the gold out
You went to hell and
Even when you weren't selling
You never ever sold out

You weren't no leader
You were more like a bleeder
Who was trying to cry for us all
You weren't no sage

But your sense of outrage
Sounded like a trumpet call
Fifteen years ago
In the old folky show

You were just one voice in the crowd
But now with so few singing
Your voice would have been ringing
Out 'bout twice as loud

There but for fortune
Say a small circle of friends
Some may see the changes
So, few see the ends

The pleasures of the harbor
Have come to you at last
You may not be marching anymore
But the parade's still going past

I'm not taking the blame
That we killed you
You know you did that to yourself
But it was kind of a shame

That you played that game
'Cause you were better than anyone else
One shot of your bottle
Got you full throttle

It was the friend that was always there
But your greatest gift
And the curse you lived with
Was that you could always care



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"The Parade's Still Passing By" as written by Harry F. Chapin

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    General CommentI just realized this song is about Phil Ocks.
    jewelsofpasteon February 25, 2012   Link
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    General CommentI got the news today
    That you refused to play
    Cause you never made
    number one
    But it's not just the words
    It's the deeds that are
    heard
    When all is said and done
    Kings take their crowns
    They
    melt them all down
    Trying to get the gold out
    You went to hell
    and
    Even when you weren't selling
    You never ever sold out.


    You weren't no leader
    You were more like a bleeder
    Who was trying to cry for us all
    You weren't no sage
    But your
    sense of outrage
    Sounded like a trumpet call
    Fifteen years ago
    In the old folky show
    You were just one voice in the crowd
    But
    now with so few singing
    Your voice would have been ringing
    Out
    'bout twice as loud.


    There but for fortune
    Say a
    small circle of friends
    Some may see the changes
    So few see the
    ends
    The pleasures of the harbor
    Have come to you at last
    You
    may not be marching anymore
    But the parade's still going past


    I'm not taking the blame
    That we killed you
    You know you
    did that to yourself
    But it was kind of a shame
    That you played
    that game
    Cause you were better than anyone else
    One shot of your
    bottle
    Got you full throttle
    It was the friend that was always
    there
    But your greatest gift
    And the curse you lived with
    Was
    that you could always care.
    SweetCheeks2on February 25, 2012   Link

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