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This is a folk-jazz collaborative piece between, first, Twon and myself (we developed the rhythm guitar chord progression together), then Woody (who played sax for me and I cut and pasted several takes to create the countermelodies you hear), and, finally, John Selvia on bass (playing another spectacular part developed on his own - also see our previous collaboration). I tried to do something different with this song, writing in 6/8 (which GB hates using) and using a harmonically surprising minor-modal chorus... so that real ease and relaxation of the song plays out in the verses (which is a 2-chord groove). The idea was to create tension in the chorus (those repeated moments of stress in our lives) that spill out into the longer term daily portions of life (the verses) in this wonderfully return to daily love and grounded memories. This song was written as a personal counter-balance to the sadness I felt when writing my 9/11 series of songs (Was There Once A Time, etc.) Instead of identifying a "New" Holy Land anywhere outside myself, I have found it within, with the help of my love, Suzanne.
Other songs featuring Woody Mankowski:
A Promise
Windowshade
River Runs Through Me
Dreams III
Final Words
Other collaborations with Anton (twonicus):
Revolution's Son
Can't Complain
Queen Crimson
Other songs featuring Woody Mankowski:
A Promise
Windowshade
River Runs Through Me
Dreams III
Final Words
Other collaborations with Anton (twonicus):
Revolution's Son
Can't Complain
Queen Crimson
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Lyrics
PILGRIM OF THE RETURN
There is no place left to go to
I can call my Holy Land
‘less it brings a piece of childhood
and a memory I can hand to my lover.
To you, my lover.
Don’t take me far away;
I’m only here to stay
A Pilgrim of the Great Return.
When you change the way you look at things,
all the things you look at change.
Every time I come to return,
I arrive for the first time, again.
Where’s a pilgrim left to go to
‘cept for deep inside himself?
I’ve wandered through Jerusalem
where blood and stone collide,
been half way round the universe
and still I’d rather lie
with my lover.
With you, my lover.
When you change the way you look at things,
all the things you look at change.
Every time I come to return,
I arrive for the first time, again.
Again. Again. First time, again.
There is no place left to go to
I can call my Holy Land
‘less it brings a piece of childhood
and a memory I can hand to my lover.
To you, my lover.
Don’t take me far away;
I’m only here to stay
A Pilgrim of the Great Return.
When you change the way you look at things,
all the things you look at change.
Every time I come to return,
I arrive for the first time, again.
Where’s a pilgrim left to go to
‘cept for deep inside himself?
I’ve wandered through Jerusalem
where blood and stone collide,
been half way round the universe
and still I’d rather lie
with my lover.
With you, my lover.
When you change the way you look at things,
all the things you look at change.
Every time I come to return,
I arrive for the first time, again.
Again. Again. First time, again.
Mcboy
i really like the acoustic guitar progression but ur voice
hits some offkey notes and the chorus sounds a bit
grating but the piece moves along nicely with the mellow
soprano sax( i have a fetish for soprano sax),ivanjs bass
seems lost in the mix,barely audible.....yet the folky feel is
not the worse for it.....i enjoyed the lyrics and ur courage
to sing with such conviction....bravo......