About the song
“THE PILGRIM, CHAPTER 33” – A Kris Kristofferson Deep Dive
Kris Kristofferson, a name synonymous with heartfelt country ballads and introspective lyrics, once again invites us on a poignant journey with his song, “THE PILGRIM, CHAPTER 33”. This track, a captivating addition to his discography, serves as a testament to Kristofferson’s ability to weave intricate tales of life, love, and the human condition.
“THE PILGRIM, CHAPTER 33” is more than just a song title; it’s a metaphorical marker on the road of life. The number 33 often carries significant religious and spiritual connotations, symbolizing completion or a period of great change. In the context of this song, it’s likely that Kristofferson is inviting us to reflect on a particular chapter of his own life, a journey marked by challenges, triumphs, and profound growth.
The “Pilgrim” imagery is a classic motif in literature and music, representing a person who is on a spiritual or physical journey. In this context, the pilgrim could be seen as a metaphor for Kristofferson himself, or for all of us as we navigate the complexities of life. The journey of a pilgrim is often fraught with obstacles, but it is also filled with moments of beauty and grace.
Kristofferson’s signature storytelling style shines through in this song. His lyrics are rich with imagery and symbolism, inviting listeners to delve deeper into the meaning of the song. The melody is both haunting and beautiful, perfectly complementing the introspective nature of the lyrics. “THE PILGRIM, CHAPTER 33” is a song that rewards repeated listening, revealing new layers of meaning with each listen.
Whether you’re a longtime fan of Kris Kristofferson or new to his music, “THE PILGRIM, CHAPTER 33” is a song that is sure to resonate. It’s a timeless piece that speaks to the universal human experience.
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Lyrics
See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
Wearin’ yesterday’s misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a future full of money love and dreams
Which he spent like they was going out of style
And he keeps right on a changin’ for the better or the worse
And searchin’ for a shrine he’s never found
Never knowin’ if believin’ is a blessin’ or a curse
Or if the going up is worth to coming down
He’s a poet he’s a picker he’s a prophet he’s a pusher
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he’s stoned
He’s a walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction
Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars
And he’s traded in tomorrow for today
Runnin’ from the devils Lord and reachin’ for the stars
And losin’ all he loved along the way
But if this world keeps right on turning for the better or the worse
All he ever gets is older and around
From the rocking of the cradle to the rolling of the hearse
The going up was worth the coming down
He’s a poet he’s a picker…
There’s lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home
