Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem She went out for cigarettes and never came home And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail Spread out across the Great Divide Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine Now I circle the bars on the promenade While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine I've circled this map till it caught on fire Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
When my Dad was in his heyday the contemporary music was Francis Sinatra. Frank and Lou are both left us but, I wonder if he knows what I'm listening to nowadays. I think Dad would approve of it. It's full of instrumentation and nice lyrics.
Thanks for posting this video! Absolutely in love with this song, great live version and terrific production quality. You've got a new subscriber and hope you have much success!
"You're all fucked up Saint Valentine " 😂 says petty GAI. Can someone please explain the story of this song to me? I love how the song is soothing and telling a sad yet humorous story.
Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem she went out for cigarettes and never came home and I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail spread out across the Great Divide Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines you're all fucked up, Saint Valentine Now I circle the bars on the promenade while the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade and I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane she's out plucking strings in the pouring rain see I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine I've circled this map till it caught on fire now Grace she's left you just skin and bone well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home you've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home you're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine you're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine you're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
Nice! I thought it was a Cascade Knucklehead at first and wondered how a short ribbon worked so well for this context. Thanks for the info, I haven't seen these!
Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem She went out for cigarettes and never came home And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail Spread out across the Great Divide Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine Now I circle the bars on the promenade While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine I've circled this map till it caught on fire Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem She went out for cigarettes and never came home And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail Spread out across the Great Divide Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine Now I circle the bars on the promenade While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine I've circled this map till it caught on fire Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem She went out for cigarettes and never came home And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail Spread out across the Great Divide Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine Now I circle the bars on the promenade While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine I've circled this map till it caught on fire Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
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i have watched this an unreasonable number of times now
Me myself too...pure magic!!!
me too…sooo good!
Same here
I cover this its fun
Nothing unreasonable about it my good Sir.
Am I the only one who actually prefers his live versions on RUclips??
Live is allmost always superior
This is just pure magic. Nothing, literally nothing, compares to his music...
we agree!
Croudas c
kourosh yaghmay
Croudas teddy thomsomson
@as was, what is that rubbish..
The future.
Gregory really deserved a Grammy this year
"Happy Valentine's day !!! "
-Rajarshi Paul year 2021
It's crazy how underrated they are.
i can't believe this was recorded with three microphones. the mix is immaculate.
Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem
She went out for cigarettes and never came home
And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed
Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail
Spread out across the Great Divide
Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine
I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines
Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines
You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
Now I circle the bars on the promenade
While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade
And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane
She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain
See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine
I've circled this map till it caught on fire
Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone
Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home
You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home
You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
The quality of this video is sooooo good. I love Gregory and his dudes so much. Their talent is perfection. Amazing song... I can't get over it.
that banjo guy has a UNIQUE voice! FUCk! I love it.
Steve 's a tremendous player every song of Gregory's he's featured on is amazing.
Gregory once again, saving my soul. Much love from the broken hearts club on this Valentine’s Day 2021🙏💔
I love everything about this artist and band.
Big fan from Belgium! Isakov + musicians = magic.
Absolutely love this rendition! Also, whoever did the wardrobe totally killed it!
This live version is fantastic and magical! I can see Lauren Jacobson of the Lumineers playing violin.
Omg could you imagine him doing a lumineers collab
Whowever picked this color scheme is a design genius.
this guys is somehow better live than in studio
Superb version, always good to hear this guy live
So good. Nice production as well.
thanks for watching!
Feels like running across the Meadow on a sweet summer afternoon, our worries still a lifetime away.
When my Dad was in his heyday the contemporary music was Francis Sinatra. Frank and Lou are both left us but, I wonder if he knows what I'm listening to nowadays. I think Dad would approve of it. It's full of instrumentation and nice lyrics.
Michael Richey you dad taught you well...pass it on
Words cannot express what I am feeling when I listened to this song.😍😍😍😍
Awesome and brilliant music artist 😊❤️🎶😊🎶❤️
Grand assemblage lov listening to Alan it's clarity.❤
Such beauty! I love Gregory's music more than I can say and this song brings me nostalgia. I love it so much
Seen them live and they were amazing
S a N...Smooth & Nice...Light & Love...
Happy Valentines Day!
damn i forgot about this song!!! for many years!! excellent this is a good video
This makes me soooo happy💓
Real music 👏👏👌
great song, and great video!!!
How beautiful
It’s Beautiful
THIS is pure MAGIC😭♥️
desde Argentina. i love you isack!
Fantastic!
love this soooooo much!
Such an inspiration, Gregory!
Tellement impatient de l'entendre à Paris !
A song for the ages, and especially today
Luv it!
Big fan of your music!
Greetings from the netherlands
This is musical brilliance
Just delightful.
Wow! Music and poetry at its finest.
Bravi Isakov e co. Emozionante!
In love with this
Beautifull voices and great music :-)
Listening to beautiful songs like this always do something ugly to my face(it makes me cry) I love you guys
So good
Bravo!
Sounds friggin great!
Absolutely beautiful
The best there is!
Divine.
Pure and utter magic!
Ive been really looking a way for me to get a job as Gregory Alan's road crew so I could be on his every concert tour.
I tried to get snuck on with thier luggage lol. Me and gregory decided when they have enough money they will hire me as a triangle player
Très bon musicien ❤❤❤
einfach wunderbar !!!!!
Beyond good.
Great tune, big sound, wonderful vibe! Fantastic recording!
so cool!
Lovely ❤️
Isakov and Varney = Magic
2:58 AME esa parte dios miooooo😭😭😭💖💖
I love this song ;D
Happy Valentine's Day
Thanks for posting this video! Absolutely in love with this song, great live version and terrific production quality. You've got a new subscriber and hope you have much success!
are there any more videos from the session?
And he’s talking for valentine. It’s true all of it
❤️
Steve❤
Замечательно!
"You're all fucked up Saint Valentine " 😂 says petty GAI.
Can someone please explain the story of this song to me? I love how the song is soothing and telling a sad yet humorous story.
Noone can explain it if you haven't been through it. If you've been through it it needs no explanation.
@complexlittlepirate3589 What was the point of your response which doesn't answer my question?
The Waterman is the best album in my opinion.
Love this song, though it’s too bad about the f-bombs. Saw him and the band in concert recently and they were incredible, completely blew me away.
What are those things their playing on ? Are they called musical instruments? And what do they do ? They make beautiful sounds called, music .
Whose watching this on valentines day..?
You're the loneliest one, St. Valentine...
Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem
she went out for cigarettes and never came home
and I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed
straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail
spread out across the Great Divide
Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine
I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines
ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines
you're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
Now I circle the bars on the promenade
while the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade
and I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane
she's out plucking strings in the pouring rain
see I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine
I've circled this map till it caught on fire
now Grace she's left you just skin and bone
well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home
you've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home
you're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
you're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
you're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
What mic is that? It's beautiful.
varneys back up vocals 👌
BOENO NO. LO SEGUIENTE BUENISIMO, QUE MUSICA DE PUTA MADRE
Where can we see more videos from this session?
too good. it's not fair to all other artists
This video is lovely. Does Richard Downie have a website?
he does! find him here: www.fanciful-fox.com/richard-downie
0:10
Is he saying fucked up?
Connor Pollock yes
What is the middle mic?
Ear Trumpet!
Nice! I thought it was a Cascade Knucklehead at first and wondered how a short ribbon worked so well for this context. Thanks for the info, I haven't seen these!
Gushing
That guitar sounds like a freight train!
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Yes indeed 🌜
Love this G.A.I and the band~
my very favorite musician ~
Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem
She went out for cigarettes and never came home
And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed
Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail
Spread out across the Great Divide
Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine
I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines
Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines
You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
Now I circle the bars on the promenade
While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade
And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane
She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain
See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine
I've circled this map till it caught on fire
Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone
Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home
You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home
You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem
She went out for cigarettes and never came home
And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed
Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail
Spread out across the Great Divide
Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine
I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines
Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines
You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
Now I circle the bars on the promenade
While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade
And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane
She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain
See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine
I've circled this map till it caught on fire
Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone
Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home
You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home
You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem
She went out for cigarettes and never came home
And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed
Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail
Spread out across the Great Divide
Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine
I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines
Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines
You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
Now I circle the bars on the promenade
While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade
And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane
She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain
See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine
I've circled this map till it caught on fire
Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone
Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home
You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home
You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine
You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine