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GAI accompanied me through many a hardship. When i was driving from Canada to Utah, he was there every step of the way. His music defines a certain recessed feeling/memory for me that its both heartbreaking and adventure provoking.

I remember finding this song in winter of 2022 and showing this video to my boyfriend and love of my absolute life at that time and reading him the bio too. He said it’s just a song, and later this year he died. It was just a song and it still means so much. I’m glad I showed it to him when he was alive and I just hope he’s looking down at me from the tallest tower

song for a funeral 💙

The lyrics the way they are sang by this man are incredible, so much meaning and character in his voice.

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Its 2024, found this song six months ago and been obsessed ever since. There was an empty space in the surrounding noise of my life that went unnoticed until The Trapeze Swinger filled it with its calm familiarity upon the very first listen and each subsequent listen. This moment in time is dedicated to this song and to the trapeze swinger within, always flying high and falling in the next moment to the melody of past memories from the perspective of today as well as future memories of today, remembering myself from behind the eyes of every future version of who I will be, listening to this song to feel the place it takes in my heart and to remember the last six months and the next however many and then into the next life. It will always remind me of how it feels to be alive and to embrace both joy and pain every day and to cherish the memories I have made

Song was written by Samuel Beam (Iron & Wine)

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I cherish the description you wrote for this. Thank you, dear stranger.

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My favorite of the many poems that this song inspired me to write: I wonder if the world will carry these little memories past the point where we shall cease to be. (1.) like the bite of your father's rosebush weeping pinks down the palisade bittersweetly his girly flytrap weed he always called it or 'Miriam' after your mother passed one February bleak whispering a prayer to repay the earth from which she'd sprouted into beauty with bloodlet fingertips, welling eyes and a head held high ''you won't be rid of me that easily.'' (2.) the graveyard of rainbows incomplete which you mistook for a dream framed so perfectly by the window of the airplane that shot us back to New Orleans. (3.) the clementine sunrise stumbling down the canopy painting morning dew into diamonds worn by the spiderwebs between those static storm clouds slowly pried unstuck by summer breeze (4.) how those crimson bugs so small but twice so clever spelled mayday in morse code crawling round Sam's dancing hands with no intention of abandoning ship leaving that vessel of wreathed flesh that her doctors had named Huntington's chorea christened not with champagne but earthquakes and then set adrift into the vacuum of dysphoria to tremble forever just another ghost in god's phantasmagoria. (5.) what a thumbnail moon after lion's mane rainfall would smell like to me (talcum powder, a field of irises, rebirth and nicotine.) (6.) and how death that abhorrent monster lean revealed itself to be just a ballet of roots returning to the seed. - Ben Heart.

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Lost my mom January 2023 … I cry EVERY time he says “tell my mother not to worry”

Pity I can't find it on Spotify

One, two One, two, three, four Please remember me, happily By the rosebush laughing With bruises on my chin, the time when We counted every car passing Your house beneath the hill and up until Someone caught us in the kitchen With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank A vision too removed to mention But, please remember me Please remember me Fondly, I heard from someone you're still pretty And then they went on to say that the Pearly Gates Had some eloquent graffiti Like "we will meet again" And "tell my mother not to worry" "The angels with their great handshakes Will always done in such a hurry" (hurry) Please remember me, at Halloween Making fools of all the neighbors Our faces painted white, by midnight We forgotten one another And when the morning came, I was ashamed Only now it seems so silly The season left the world and then returned And now you're lit up by the city So please remember me (remember me) Please remember me as in a dream We had as ruged as babies Among the fallen trees and fast asleep Aside the lions and the ladies That called you what you like and even might Give a gift for your behavior A fleeting chance to see a trapeze Swing as high as any saviour (my saviour) Please remember me, finally And all my uphill crawling My dear, but if I make the Pearly Gates Do my best to make a drawing Of God and Lucifer, a boy and girl An angel kissin' on a sinner A monkey and a man, a marching band All around the frightened trapeze All around the frightened trapeze swinger (trapeze swinger) Source: Musixmatch

Whoever wrote that description needs an award. It made me tear up

The frightened Trapeze Swinger is me and these are all the disoriented images that come in and out of view as I perform to Save My Life🛡️

Since a lot of people don't seem to catch the song's references, the imagery and metaphor of the trapeze swinger comes from Wim Wender's Der Himmel über Berlin, also known by its English title, Wings of Desire. The movie folllows an angel who, unseen, looks over humanity and falls in love with a circus performer in Berlin. Before the circus departs for the year, he chooses to fall and take a mortal form so he can experience love, tragedy, and heartbreak. The film was also the inspiration for the movie City of Angels, starring Nicolas Cage.

I love this song. On the first couple listens, it definitely got some emotion out of me. Especially the ending. But reading your description of the song??? My friend, I bawled my eyes out. Especially with the song in the background. Regardless if that analysis of the song is from the author or a fan, it doesn’t really matter. Someone came up with it and it was beautiful, that’s all that matters.

This should be a Psalm in the Bible.

Beautiful song...Sam and Sarah Beam are very kind folks...Sam was a professor at FL state...i think... I pulled on his beard...he just grinned at me...I talked with Sarah all night.... beautiful art...more beautiful people

When the goddess of music colides with god of poetry.

Whatever Gregory touches it turns gold... Unbelievable

The amazing thing about this song is that it's one that touches the listener in different ways, but noone knows this song is about a guy that committed suicide and all the "please remember me" verses are him in purgatory writing about people he's loved and knew in his life.. this song hits hard and always will, never will I listen to this song and not cry 🕊😭 its such a masterpiece

Play this at my funeral.

Regardless if you believe in God or not, the fact remains that Love is the Supreme Ethic in life. Everything we do resolves around what we love. This Is God's gift to everyone of us, how do we accept this gift and gift back in which God gave us. Simple Love God with all your heart and soul and Love your neighbors as you would Love yourself. This world would be a much better place. Streets turns into blocks, blocks turn into cities and cities turn in to Provinces/States which turn into Nations which turns into Global peace. God's Word.

What movie/show is this picture from?

lost a real friend, this song helps.

Hey man, even though this is just a waypoint on a troubled night. This is a glimmer of hope. A light on the horizon.

To whoever it may concern, I am being stalked by someone on RUclips for the longest time. It's getting to me, to the point I where I was ready to kill myself leaving my sick mother behind. I'm tired of this. I want out of this. Whoever is stalking me, if you're reading this comment then let me save my mother. I don't have energy to deal with you right now. I really don't. It doesn't matter if you're among my closet friends. It doesn't matter if you're a brother, it doesn't matter if I have to leave you forever. My freedom is more important to me than anything else. Please, let me live. At least as long as my mother is alive. Don't make me kill myself. I say this again, I'm tired. I'm really tired of this. Whoever you are. Please leave me alone

My precious son will see heaven and I will bargain my soul for his to make sure of it..

Omg im so sorry you have a friend in SD

Love this cover of the original Iron & Wine song , most beautiful

It's all right here!

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Who the hell can see forever…

Love this song ❤

We do know this is an Iron and Wine song, right? Albeit, a beautiful cover...

i wonder what came in to "Iron and wine" when he wrote this

I hate myself

So good

Read the description. It’s brutal. Get some tissues (yes you!).

Absolutely beautiful cover by Isakov of Iron & Wine's (Sam Ervin Beam's) exceptional song.

too much description for something only needed to be felt

I'll never understand how people can see this song as him just singing about "one person".. This song is about an entire life. I think it would be a sad life if it all was summed up as only one person.. We all had friends, crushes, mentors, etc who helped shape our lives..

thinking of my recently departed…

When I close my eyes my past is on the horizon, it is not getting any closer although the rising sun shines on it favourably, makes things seem more significant than they are. I am 11 years old sitting beside my uncle on a high stool the smell of porter igniting new experiences in my nostrils. the cousins and my brothers are out the back playing pool but I want to listen to men talk of the days trade and tomorrows hurling. It is a pleasant full memory, the kind we rarely hold onto and it reminds me I have grown up quicker than the weeds in a widows garden. There is no soundtrack for those times. This song helps.

I have heard this amazing version of this song countless times... yet it still rips me to pieces every time no matter what mood I am in. It's beautiful, it's haunting, it's melancholy, it's hopeful, it's solemn, it's angry, it's gentle ... it's simply incredible. Thank your Mr. Isakov.