Song | The Pilgrim, Chapter 33 |
Artist | Kris Kristofferson |
Album | The Austin Sessions |
作词 : Kristofferson | |
See him wasted on the sidewalk | |
In his jacket and his jeans | |
Wearing 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 | |
Then he keeps right on a changing | |
For the better or the worse | |
Searching for a shrine he's never found | |
Never knowing if believing is a blessing or a curse | |
Or if the going up was worth the 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 | |
Running from his devils, lord | |
Reaching for the stars | |
Losing all his loves 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 | |
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 | |
There's a lot of wrong directions on that lonely way back home |
zuò cí : Kristofferson | |
See him wasted on the sidewalk | |
In his jacket and his jeans | |
Wearing 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 | |
Then he keeps right on a changing | |
For the better or the worse | |
Searching for a shrine he' s never found | |
Never knowing if believing is a blessing or a curse | |
Or if the going up was worth the 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 | |
Running from his devils, lord | |
Reaching for the stars | |
Losing all his loves 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 | |
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 | |
There' s a lot of wrong directions on that lonely way back home |