Ode To Phil Ochs

Pleasure Of The Harbor Tenor of the tempest All alone, you were a warrior In an endless war Rip it from the headlines Wrap it up in rhythm All the news that's fit to sing You were a clarion There But For Fortune is my favorite song Love Me, I'm a Liberal Cut 'em to the bone Chords of love and chords of pain Never Chords Of Fame The Power and the Glory Of your poison pen War Is Over, you declared it In Chicago, then You sang, I Ain't Marching Anymore for stolen land It's better to burn out than to fade away But you were more than a rock cliche Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori, ironically Ironically 1976, a belt around your neck I was born into a world You no longer loved There were No More Songs from the troubadour of the dawn Though you're gone, there's still a place where you belong