GAVIN'S KRIS KRISTOFFERSON PAGE

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• Sunday Morning Coming Down
• To Beat The Devil
• Me and Bobby McGee
• Help Me Make It Through The Night
• The Law is For Protection of The People
• Caseys Last Ride
• Just The Other Side of Nowhere
• Darbys Castle
• For the Good Times
• Blame It On The Stones
• Duvaliers Dream
• The Best of All Possible worlds

   

  • Record Label: Monument
  • Producer: Fred Foster
  • Released:1969

Liner Notes

 

"Kristofferson"

 

Kris was going for a poet

A songwriter he would be

One of those dreamy people

Some people hate to see

 

Kris, he took slices of life

And salted it down into rhyme

He picked his own days and his ways

He arranged his own meter and time

 

Kris he went a sowing

Wild oats high and low, up and down

Now he's bringing it into the harvest

And the thresher hums sweet with the sound

 

(Poems don't come from machines

Machines can't sell life into rhyme

And you can't manufacture soul

Nor "gauge" and "chop" soulful lines)

 

Kris he was goin' for lonesome

Taking himself over the road

But he's got a receipt for the toll

And he's come to get paid for the load

 

But Kris, he was goin' for hungry

A helicopter pilot he made

His rhymes were in time with that chopper

And his words were as slick as the blades

 

(But poems and songs though they're pretty

Can slip right over the head

And tunes from the hungry be peasant

They're worth what they bring you in bread)

 

So Kris, he was goin' to sell 'em

His ragged levis cried "Don't fail"

But to most song-singers that got 'em

They were just one more piece of mail

 

Kris, he went for an oil-rigger

And down in the gulf on the rig

His melodies still were bubbling

Still going' for striking it big

 

But like the oil that covers the water

His songs covered everyone's floor

From five years of sending his demo's

And leaving them at every door

 

Kris, he was making a movie

Upon the screen his face would be

And while on a horse in Peru

His songs went on network TV

 

Someone had finally noticed

And singers of soul sang along

Now we've all gone to dig in our closets

For that lost Kristofferson song

 

P.S.

Kris, he was goin' for a singer

And up to the top would he go

When Kris is goin' for a grammy

       (Next year I'll say)

"Hell, I heard that song five years ago"

 

-Johnny Cash

Gilt edged gratitude certificates are being issued to Kris Kristofferson for overcoming his reluctance to record, thus making this album possible. To Johnny Cash for his sensitive annotation, and general inspiration. To Jerry Kennedy, whose birth sign is Leo, and who is Mercury Records' top Lion in Nashville, for his peerless guitar picking, and his overall creative contributions. And also to Shel Silverstein who got a lot of phone calls, and had the decency to return them whenever he showed up.

-Fred Foster