Gregory Alan Isakov "Suitcase Full of Sparks"
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- Опубликовано: 4 окт 2024
- Gregory Alan Isakov performs his song "Suitcase Full of Sparks" for a Fuel/Friends Music Blog Chapel Session in Colorado Springs, CO.
Audio by Ian and Conor Bourgal of Blank-Tape Records.
My son's name is Gregory, my brother's name is Alan and my dad's name was Isaac. No wonder I love you so much!!
I love it when Greg and Steve sing 'talks and talks and talks'
Some people are just too perfect for this world...
100% agree, but so thankful they are in this world!
The only problem with this song is that it ends. Outstanding. 🙏
I hope one day I go to a Gregory Alan Isakov live concert.... Someone pray with me 🤲
As you wish, so shall it be
He will be opening for Passenger in two weeks time in Johannesburg and I'm fortunate to say I will be there. I really can't wait.
not sure if you have had a chance yet, but he is even better live :O
@@kat_legope How WAS it?!
@@sgarrett9446 The acoustics were out of this world. I would go again 7 times more.
This was our wedding song! I hope he plays it when we see him at Red Rocks this fall!
Was mine too :) I'll see him in my hometown of Cologne, Germany next Spring :) Warm greetings from Germany :)
Gregory Alan Isakov is a gem ✨ I’m not here because of the pandemic or something, I regularly listen to this but I just never left a comment. If I ever had a baby one day I’d name my baby after him.
Seth. Wat if your sweet little baby is a girl?????
Traveling through the graveyard with a suitcase full of sparks
honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you
lit up every campfire I found out in the dark
oh, I cut down all the cottonwoods
I picked up all the arrowheads off buffalo trails of the Indians
the Oklahoma sky was cutting through
along the tracks with the Runaway,
he just talks and talks and talks
honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you
I quit counting stars that night in the cold by the satellite field
and I quit panning gold,
digging holes
yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you
Swam across the Poncha
took a train to Cataloo
opened up my guitar case and all the songs were blue
I haunted all the alleys
lord, I drifted down the valleys
honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you
And I quit casting hooks off the California coast we held so dear
and I quit flashing smiles, and running wild
yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you
Threw my bottle to the ocean,
she never wrote me back
all the countless days along the sea of blue
learned the language of the Mockingbird
she took and twisted all my words
yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you
And I'll meet you in the graveyard
with the winter trees and stars
oh, we could open up this suitcase full of sparks
.......................UNREAL.............................
So glad i found his music, he puts on a fantastic show if you ever get a chance to see him.
This is so beautiful. I saw GAI at the Gorge last year and he stole my heart. This video is one of the most beautiful on the internet. Thanks, Kevin for sharing.
I'm in your debt for sharing this. Thank you.
What a great recording! Everyone sounds wonderful. ❤️
Whiskey music at its best!
Top notch, I have listened to this and many others of Gregory's more times than I can remember. I am as picky as they get. Believe me, that is sayin something. Many thanks for the incredible music. Peace.
My afterlife love pulled this incredible singers music for md thix morning.Shsring with his Aunt ❤
Simply perfect.
So beautiful ❤️❤️❤️❤️
The most amazing voice ever!!! I love him!!
sure glad I'm one of the 18606
Thank You Dillon ❤
Amazing, thanks for the upload, Kevin!
Zs
This is so good.
Beautiful.
I love this so much. ❤️💥🧳
hi i love steve varney and i hope he knows
This is absolute fire. Nailed it
Amazing music, love it!
You guys opening eyes for everywhere ❤️
Traveling through the graveyard with a suitcase full of sparks
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you
Lit up every campfire I found out in the dark
Oh, I cut down all the cottonwoods
I picked up all the arrowheads off buffalo trails of the Indians
The Oklahoma sky was cutting through
Along the tracks with the Runaway,
He just talks and talks and talks
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you
I quit counting stars that night in the cold by the satellite field
And I quit panning gold,
Digging holes
Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you
Swam across the Poncha
Took a train to Cataloo
Opened up my guitar case and all the songs were blue
I haunted all the alleys
Lord, I drifted down the valleys
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you
And I quit casting hooks off the California coast we held so dear
And I quit flashing smiles, and running wild
Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you
Threw my bottle to the ocean,
She never wrote me back
All the countless days along the sea of blue
Learned the language of the Mockingbird
She took and twisted all my words
Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you
And I'll meet you in the graveyard
With the winter trees and stars
Oh, we could open up this suitcase full of sparks
Amazing
Can't wait to see him live Nov 3rd
❤ this guys!
this is amazing, любовь всегда поет одинаково, не надо знать, надо чувствовать
💛✨️
Reddington sent me here...
❤
Take your ass out to europe some day, friend, I'll be there :)
nice cut
Oh my... Gregory z my guy
Stunning stuff.
If it gets any better than this, please let me know where I can find it.
Mic?
He caught the end of the golden age of folk music that was ruined by wagon wheel and Mumford.
But..... The Banjo........ Haha great but feels like its missing a piece of itself
Drugs were bad mk