The Pilgrim…in a foreign voice…
You will have to go to the post to hear the song, it doesn’t seem to be working in the forum. I don’t want to fuck with it incase it fucks it up in the post. PS, I just cross post some of these old posts in the forum because when I originally wrote them I didn’t know anything about keywords, categories’ or metadata etc, I still don’t know that much now really lol.
But I am slowly going back to add them so google can index them and they can be found in a search. I figure I will crosspost them in the forum so you don’t have to go back to the original post, but if you want to hear the scorpions play this one you will have to 🙂 Rock on Bitches!!!
This is not the way I wanted my song to sound, I wrote it, and this guy who did it changed the lyrics, and I didn’t know he had a foreign voice…it sounds like a scorpions song lol, who I love, but I didn’t want that.
I pictured it like a country song, which it should be, but the more I listen to this scorpions version…well…I can’t really complain…
I am only posting it because it kind of makes me laugh now….not because of the foreign voice, although that makes me laugh, but because he didn’t know exactly what I wanted, that was probably partly my fault.
I honestly can’t believe he actually changed my lyrics, without consulting me. But I am posting this so a friend can hear it, I think I will end up singing my lyrics…he is a great 80’s guitar player though, I’ll give him that!
These are the original lyrics I wrote, I combined Kris Kristofferson’s and Frankie Laine’s with my own. I know he had to change them to make them fit his scorpions song structure, but he didn’t even consult me on what he cut, that really pissed me off…
But whateve’s, it’s all good, I am an evolving slacker after all 😉 he did an admiral job though, but left out so much, that’s why I think I have to do it on acoustic and include it all….
The Pilgrim Chapter 33
The Pilgrim chapter 33, to Kris Kristofferson, Frankie Lane, Dennis Hopper and Johnny Cash…and Mom and Dad
My brother used to sit and listen to the Pilgrim
I used to sit and listen with him
It was the best thing we’d ever known
Parents took us to his concert, when we were just kids
Dude came out with no sleeves and a Harley shirt
Long hair, puffing on a smoke, and cool as shit
I really had no Idea who he was
We were kids and just knew we weren’t in church
Thinking back I can’t remember a fucking thing
Except it left a huge impression on me
I think it left an even bigger one on my older bro
Pretty sure it swole his soul
Years later it made more sense
My older bro emulated him, he wore t-shirts in the cold
Didn’t bother him a bit
But he was hardcore and the fucking shit
Little kids watching Kristofferson
So badass singing the Pilgrim
Little could anyone know
That song was about my brother,
So dead on
As we grew older I kind of forgot about it
We all went through so much shit
But then we started going through parents old albums
And when we played the Pilgrim, it was so legit
I actually liked Frankie Lane
Bullet in my shoulder, blood, running down my vest
But when we played the Pilgrim
My bro liked it the best
Till I became a wanted man
I never even owned a gun
Then I listened to the Pilgrim
And I’m always, always, on the run
Little kids watching Kristofferson
So badass singing the Pilgrim
Little could anyone know
That song was about my brother,
So dead on
My brother became the living embodiment
Of the Pilgrim
From the rocking of the cradle
To the rolling of the hearse
The going up was worth the coming down
But still
Bullet in my shoulder
Blood, running down my vest
Twenty in the posse
And they’re never gonna let me rest
But Pilgrim was better, it was so dead on
See him wasted on the sidewalk
In his jacket and his jeans
Wearing yesterday’s misfortune with a smile
Little kids watching Kristofferson
So badass singing the Pilgrim
Little could anyone know
That song was about my brother,
So dead on
He’s a walking contradiction
Partly truth and partly fiction
Listening to ACDC
And paving his own road
We all did crazy shit
Hell, we were all just kids
But he was always just a bit crazier than us
That’s why we all loved him so much
He had no boundaries
He didn’t put up any walls
He followed his own rules
And he answered his own call
Little kids watching Kristofferson
So badass singing the Pilgrim
Little could anyone know
That song was about my brother,
So dead on
He had tasted good and evil
In your bedrooms and your bars
He liked to listen to Judas Priest
Didn’t follow any laws
He was hardcore and he knew it
He was like a character in a play
But he took no direction
And he played it everyday
He had no rhyme nor reason
He was mythical and hardcore
He did whatever pleased him
He didn’t believe in right or wrong
Little kids watching Kristofferson
So badass singing the Pilgrim
Little could anyone know
That song was about my brother,
So dead on
This song is about Dennis Hopper, Johnny Cash
Evolving Slacker’s older brother, had a lot to do with it too
Sometimes I even wonder, did he even exist at all?
But he woke me up more than once, just to get me stoned
He would listen to my music
While smoking Export A’s
He was every little brothers dream
He really was the most badass guy I’d ever seen
He was really unbelievable
That’s why I had to write this song
He took every wrong direction
On his lonely way back home
Little kids watching Kristofferson
So badass singing the Pilgrim
Little could anyone know
That song was about my brother,
So dead on
And there’s a lot of wrong directions
On that lonely way back home…