A pilgrimage is a journey or search of moral or spiritual significance. Typically, it is a journey to a shrine or other location of importance to a person's beliefs and faith, although sometimes it can be a metaphorical journey in to someone's own beliefs. Many religions attach spiritual importance to particular places: the place of birth or death of founders or saints, or to the place of their "calling" or spiritual awakening, or of their connection (visual or verbal) with the divine, or to locations where miracles were performed or witnessed, or locations where a deity is said to live or be "housed," or any site that is seen to have special spiritual powers. Such sites may be commemorated with shrines or temples that devotees are encouraged to visit for their own spiritual benefit: to be healed or have questions answered or to achieve some other spiritual benefit. A person who makes such a journey is called a pilgrim. In America, the term pilgrim is typically associated with an early colonial Protestant sect known for their strict rules of discipline.
Michael Leonard Brecker (March 29, 1949 – January 13, 2007) was an American jazz saxophonist and composer. Acknowledged as "a quiet, gentle musician widely regarded as the most influential tenor saxophonist since John Coltrane," he has been awarded 15 Grammy Awards as both performer and composer and was inducted into Down Beat Jazz Hall of Fame in 2007.
Born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and raised in Cheltenham Township, a local suburb, Michael Brecker was exposed to jazz at an early age by his father, an amateur jazz pianist. He grew up a part of the generation of jazz musicians who saw rock music not as the enemy but as a viable musical option. Brecker began studying clarinet, then moved to alto saxophone in school, eventually settling on the tenor saxophone as his primary instrument. He graduated from Cheltenham High School in 1967 and after only a year at Indiana University, Michael Brecker moved to New York City in 1969 where he carved out a niche for himself as a dynamic and exciting jazz soloist. He first made his mark at age 21 as a member of the jazz-rock band Dreams—a band that included his older brother Randy, trombonist Barry Rogers, drummer Billy Cobham, Jeff Kent and Doug Lubahn. Dreams was short-lived, lasting only a year, but Miles Davis was seen at some gigs prior to his recording Jack Johnson.
Werner Herzog Stipetić (German pronunciation: [ˈʋɛɐ̯nɐ ˈhɛɐ̯tsoːk ˈstɪpɛtɪtʃ]; born 5 September 1942), known as Werner Herzog, is a German film director, producer, screenwriter, actor, and opera director.
He is often considered one of the greatest figures of the New German Cinema, along with Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Margarethe von Trotta, Volker Schlöndorff, Werner Schröter, and Wim Wenders. His films often feature heroes with impossible dreams, people with unique talents in obscure fields, or individuals who find themselves in conflict with nature. French filmmaker François Truffaut once called Herzog "the most important film director alive."
Herzog was born Werner Herzog Stipetić to a German father Dietrich Herzog and a Croatian mother Elizabeth Stipetić in Munich. His family moved to the remote Bavarian village of Sachrang (nestled in the Chiemgau Alps), after the house next to theirs was destroyed during a bombing raid at the close of World War II. When he was 12, he and his family moved back to Munich. His father had abandoned the family early in his youth. Werner would later adopt his father's surname Herzog (German for "duke"), which he thought sounded more impressive for a filmmaker.
Franz Liszt (German: [fʁant͡s lɪst]); Hungarian: Liszt Ferencz, in modern use Liszt Ferenc) (October 22, 1811 – July 31, 1886) was a 19th-century Hungarian composer, pianist, conductor, and teacher.
Liszt became renowned in Europe during the nineteenth century for his virtuosic skill as a pianist. He was said by his contemporaries to have been the most technically advanced pianist of his age. In the 1840s he was considered by some to be perhaps the greatest pianist of all time. He was also a well-known composer, piano teacher, and conductor. He was a benefactor to other composers, including Richard Wagner, Hector Berlioz, Camille Saint-Saëns, Edvard Grieg and Alexander Borodin.
As a composer, Liszt was one of the most prominent representatives of the "Neudeutsche Schule" ("New German School"). He left behind an extensive and diverse body of work in which he influenced his forward-looking contemporaries and anticipated some 20th-century ideas and trends. Some of his most notable contributions were the invention of the symphonic poem, developing the concept of thematic transformation as part of his experiments in musical form and making radical departures in harmony. He also played an important role in popularizing a wide array of music by transcribing it for piano.
Lazar Naumovich Berman (Russian: Лазарь Наумович Берман, Lazarʹ Naumovič Berman; February 26, 1930 – February 6, 2005) was a Soviet Russian classical pianist. As a technician, Berman was extraordinary in terms of sheer evenness, control, and rhythmic panache, yet he always channeled his considerable craft toward musical ends.
Berman was appointed an Honoured Artist of the RSFSR in 1988.
Berman was born to Jewish parents in Leningrad. His mother, Anna Lazarevna Makhover, had played the piano herself until ear problems stopped her. She introduced the boy to the piano, and he entered his first competition at the age of three, and recorded a Mozart fantasia and a mazurka that he had composed himself at the age of seven, before he could even read music. Emil Gilels described him as a "phenomenon of the musical world". When Lazar was nine, the family moved to Moscow so that he could study with Aleksandr Goldenweiser at the Conservatoire, as well as Sviatoslav Richter, Vladimir Sofronitsky and Maria Yudina. The next year he made his formal debut playing Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 25 with the Moscow Philharmonic Orchestra. In 1941, students, pupils and parents were evacuated to Kuibishev, a city on the Volga, because of World War II. Living conditions were so poor that his mother had to cut the fingers from a pair of gloves to allow him to continue to practise without freezing his hands.
Take a turn, take a turn
Take our fortune, take our fortune
They called the clip a two-headed cow
Your hate clipped and distant, your luck, pilgrimage
Rest assured this will not last, take a turn for the worst
Your hate clipped and distant, your luck, a two headed cow
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn, take a turn
Take our fortune, take our fortune
Speakin' in tongues, it's worth a broken lip
Your hate clipped and distant, your luck, pilgrimage
Rest assured this will not last, take a turn for the worst
Your hate clipped and distant, your luck, a two headed cow
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn, take a turn
Take a turn, take a turn
Take our fortune, take a turn
Take our fortune, pilgrimage, pilgrimage
Speakin' in tongues, it's worth a broken lip
Your hate clipped and distant, your luck
Rest assured this will not last, take a turn for the worst
Your hate clipped and distant, your luck, two headed
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn, take a turn
Take a turn, take a turn
Take our fortune, take a turn
Take our fortune, pilgrimage, pilgrimage
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn, take a turn
Take a turn, take a turn
Take our fortune, take a turn
Take our fortune, take a turn
Take a turn, take a turn
Take a turn, take a turn
Take our fortune, take a turn
[instrumental]
(M. Turner, A. Powell, T. Turner, S. Upton)
Miles Music
Sit by the river's edge, and watch the water flow,
Sunlight that touched your face, and told you not to go.
Where, oh where, you search your heart - how much do you need?
All the things that take you far away from being alone.
Stay where your fellowship have watched you hide inside,
Don't you alarm the path where danger's arrows fly.
Places everywhere that seem to have no other days,
Calling out from what could only still be all alone.
Rain falls into your life, and leisure steals away,
Love and wishes floating down under today.
Sit by the river's edge, and watch the water flow,
Sunlight that touched your face, and told you not to go.
Where, oh where, you ask yourself - how much do you need?
All the things that take you far away from being alone.
The septer song harkens dominion to sew the champion The mantle of
the sword bearer becomes the hummer harp of elation Foes
from the northren nook and spirits from the fall Behold
the ancient emperor has arms outstretched to all
CHORUS
Lo, I Am With You Always
Lo, I Am With You Always
Knighthood sword upon the anther lawns summon the prophets
Woodland whimsy broods and buds Lands in fight the form of the
fortress And with a sudden whisp the maiden keys unlock
The writing of the book of revelations born Fables are
This line is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every step is a day in the week
It's a Sunday or Monday
A march over months of the year
This life is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every death is an end in the race
It's a stopping and starting
A march over millions of years
Travel. Arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
This land is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every line is a place on a map
It's a city or valley
A mark on these miles of fields
Travel. Arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
This line is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every step is a day in the week
It's a Wednesday or Thursday
A march over months of the year
Travel. Arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
Take this
Mute mouth
Broken tongue.
Now this
Dark life
My values altered i was looking for peace
I was tired in the lands of the west.
I had to get out
I took a map, let the pendulum swing
I wrote a note, took my prayer mat and left
On a prayer and a wing
And every moment of my life
I dedicate to you
And when i fear of falling
I am in your hands
Pilgrimage
Through the archway in the city of light
The procession began
I heard their praises rise like incense to heaven
I'd awoken from a long time ago
I fell to my knees
I kissed the ground then i started to cry
And every moment of my life
I dedicate to you
And when i fear of falling
I am in your hands
Pilgrimage
So wonderful
I saw the merchants selling saffron and spice
I felt acceptance for the fate of my life
I was thirsty then i came to a spring
I had to have faith
I was hungry, you sent a stranger to me
She shared out her food
And every moment of my life
I dedicate to you
And when i fear of falling
I am in your hands
Pilgrimage
Anticipation Fills The Air
Hypnotic Masses Stand And Stare
Incantations Chanted Quietly
In A Trance Like State We Are One
We Share The Same Vision
United Forever
No Longer Imprisioned As We Were Before
So Far From Home, I'm Gonna Meet My Maker
No Longer Alone, I'm On My Way There
Long Distance To Go, A Giver Not A Taker
Chosen To Fight, Kill The Deceiver - Tonight
Telepathic Information
Spreads To All Metallic Minds
Instructions For The Final Mission
Leads Us To The Holy Field
We Share The Same Vision
United Forever
No Longer Imprisoned As We Were Before
So Far From Home, I'm Gonna Meet My Maker
No Longer Alone, I'm On My Way There
Long Distance To Go, A Giver Not A Taker
Chosen To Fight, Kill The Deceiver - Tonight
[Guitar Solo Chris Caffery]
We Share The Same Vision
United Forever
No Longer Imprisoned As We Were Before
So Far From Home, I'm Gonna Meet My Maker
No Longer Alone, I'm On My Way There
Long Distance To Go, A Giver Not A Taker
[Instrumental]
Take Me On A Pilgrimage
Where My Heart Is Rockin
And My Feet Are Stompin Yeah
Take Me On A Pligrimage
Where Our Fists Are Pumpin
The Drums Are Thumpin
Cause You, Your Feelin So Confused
You'll Move It With Those Gunshots Blarin
And Those Tears Are Tearin Thru You
You Got Nothin To Lose
You'll Do It When The Hits Keep Commin
And The Blood Is Runnin Cmon
Take Me On A Pilgrimage
Where The Sun Is Shinin
And The Heat Is Climbin Yeah
Take Me On A Pilgrimage
Where My Heart Is Open
My Karmas Hopin
That You, you'll Know Just What To Do
You'll Move It When The Guns Keep Firin
And The Sound Of Sirens Will Prove
Your Shakin In Your Boots
It's Sad To See That Peace can't Happen
In Your Own Backyard Cmon
Withe Sound Of Sirens
And The Guns Keep Firin Cmon
When The Hits Keep Comin
And The Blood Is Runnin Cmon
Time To See The Light
We don't Have To Fight
Tonight...
Take Me On A Pilgrimage
Where My Heart Is Rockin
And My Feet Are Stompin Yeah
Take Me On A Pligrimage
Where Our Fists Are Pumpin
The Drums Are Thumpin
Cause You, Your Feelin So Confused
You'll Move It With Those Gunshots Blarin
And Those Tears Are Tearin Thru You
There's Nothin Left To Lose
You'll Move It With The Gunshots Blarin
And Your Tears Are Fallin Cmon
With The Sound Of Sirens
And The Guns Keep Firin Cmon
When The Hits Keep Comin
These days are burning down
Every death is an end in the race
- no arrival
These lives - just ripples
In the stunning widths of space
- slipping away
This march will never end
Every stop is a death deep within
- deep within
It is a WAR over years and years
It is a WAR...
Passion in every step
Every month is a part of the circle
- no arriving
Counting your mirthfull days
Every year is a march round the wheel
- on and on
And when there is nothing left to light these worlds
I will be right at your side
I will be there in time
In time...
Marching on...
Travel - Arrival
Together we will drown
Zed Yago is leaving the twilight zone
the human body now it's her own
A gift of god of the devil too
this pact she has to satisfy soon
it's still the rain that shakes the universe
A pilgrimage is the go between disgust and dignity,
A pilgrimage is the go between, rich and mad,
proud and sad, free the spirit of its chain.
United allies swear blood and pain
one for all and all for one again
They're out to find the lost fantasy
remembering the human tragedy
its still the rain that shakes the universe.
Some hideous lies in a fairy tale
demolish every paradise,
only venties are not for sale
If you want to find something,
Set out on a seeking trip!
Set fire to water
And spill the flames,
Drive the wind through the earth,
Sunbeams merge with ice and snow.
You may see coloured autumn leaves
Falling on early spring flowers.
Then you'll understand
Variety of the world
In its c h a o s.
If you want to find more,
Set out on a seeking trip.
You may experience the male and female
Energies, tension and relief,
You may bow to your masters
Or you might better pace with your head high.
Then you'll understand
The boundaries of this world
In its c h a o s.
You may close your eyes
And discover vast spaces.
You may feel how empty evil things are,
Every suffering's just vanity.
Unknown friend will whisper
To your ear saying his secret,
No fight against emptiness, you just can fill it.
Then you'll understand,
There's only one way,
Trumpeter sounds a periphic dream the cries now shorn as prelate falls and send away.
Overture mits' forth clarion sky to sun she climbs and sheds her wings into the sea.
Memories rise to obscurate orb - the astral causate forms dissolve and send away.
Severance from illusory field the pilgrim wills to correspond with freedom.
Hold the oscillate light driven on to sender.
Soul arraigns the perceived and the seen to reap.
From the little drawn breath climbs away to the freedomsea.
Consecrates the sushumnic vertebrae.
Nerve currents arrest in abeyant formation.
Purified from the flames of the waking dream.
Negates requisite embodiment from life to life.
Currents ground as the solistic eye prevails.
As the sky grieves way remainder.
And the celestial's glow prevails.
Beyond the seen and seer and the sight which sees.
Into unmodified state reclaimed.
Witness from mind and psychic sheath a guardian sun restrains the world projection.
To knees in tears the purified light cessates the breath and shakes from frame to freedom.
Memories rise to obscure sun - from sorrows wash dissolve attained; returns in weeping.
Takes to flight surmounts the sky and voids the body frame impels into the ground.
Away from manifold formation.
A luminous light's sheen pervades.
Rescinds projected world to freedom.
Brecker,
Brecker was the best,
Brecker,
Why didn't you last,
Brecker,
We didn't you to past, away,
Brecker,
Can broadcast, from up there.
Brecker,
Rest in Peace, peace in rest.
"Somewhere…not in our time…the first step was made…"
Never been asked to be one of them
But this is the fate I’m forever condemned to face
Eternal Life and timeless death neither side is chosen
Here where the sun is never born
And the path never ends
All i wanted to be
So different than before
Transparent to me
Projected on the back of mind
Don't worry about me
I'll be alright
Don't worry about me
I'm in good hands
Don't you ever want to go back down to
Where it's going to end and begin
Don't you ever want to go back down to
Where it's going to end and begin
This pilgrimage
I packed my bags
Now gone for good
Transparent to me
Projected on the back of my mind
Don't worry about me
I'll be alright
Don't worry about me
I'm in good hands
Don't you ever want to go back down to
Where it's going to end and begin
Don't you ever want to go back down to
Where it's going to end and begin
Don't you ever want to go back down to
Where it's going to end and begin
Don't you ever want to go back down to
Where it's going to end and begin
One step from the border street
Change in neighborhood
The difference is an escapee
How many wet seedy bars
And dark alleys will it take
To make it look the part?
He’s an actor in the scene
But who says the play’s not
Everywhere that he has been
[Chorus]
Pilgrimage, to figure it all out craftily
Was given a taste of artistry
But locked into concrete neighborhoods
Pilgrimage, with nothing to give up but to gain
The knowledge that everything’s the same
Both inside and outside boundary lines
Curbing lonely urban blues
Took a detour
To hear musicians paint their hues
Muscles moving to the sound
Let him bump into a girl
Who danced the scene she found
He found the scene in her eyes
Reflected the people, not the place
He found the scene in her hair
It shown of the people, not the place
He found the scene in her voice
It shouted the people, not the place
He found the scene in her dance