The Parade's Still Passing By (LP版)
Harry Chapin"The Parade's Still Passing By (LP版)" is a song by Harry Chapin, released in 1993 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:50 long and contains 52 lines and 284 words.
0:07I got the news today
0:09That you refused to play
0:11Cause you never made number one
0:15But it's not just the words
0:17It's the deeds that are heard
0:19When all is said and done you know
0:23Kings take their crowns
0:25They melt them all down
0:27Trying to get the gold out
0:31You went to hell and
0:32Even when you weren't selling
0:34You never ever sold out
0:40You weren't no leader
0:42You were more like a bleeder
0:44Who was trying to cry for us all
0:48You weren't no sage
0:50But your sense of outrage
0:52Sounded like a trumpet call
0:55Fifteen years ago
0:57In the old folky show
0:59You were just one voice in the crowd
1:03But now with so few singing
1:05Your voice would have been ringing
1:07Out 'bout twice as loud
1:13There but for fortune
1:17Say a small circle of friends
1:21Some may see the changes
1:25So few see the ends
1:29The pleasures of the harbor
1:32Have come to you at last
1:36You may not be marching anymore
1:40But the parade's still going past
1:50I'm not taking the blame
1:52That we killed you
1:54You know you did that to yourself
1:58But it was kind of a shame
2:00That you played that game
2:02You were better than anyone else
2:05One shot of your bottle
2:07Got you full throttle
2:09It was the friend that was always there
2:13But your greatest gift
2:15And the curse you lived with
2:18Was that you could always care
2:23There but for fortune
2:27Say a small circle of friends
2:31Some may see the changes
2:35So few see the ends
2:39The pleasures of the harbor
2:42Have come to you at last
2:47You may not be marching anymore
2:50But the parade's still going past
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 you know 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 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 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
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