Gregory Alan Isakov

From the window if I'm quiet trains of thought. We sit like watchmen in lonely towers. Dark by now. I saw them grazing wished I could follow a hidden moon two stories high. All we need now is a movement here. And aw, we sit like watchmen. Sweet morni

I know when a song's good, just like clear. Like gospel hymns that you call in the air. Come down, come down, sweet reverent Until my simple heart sound ring. And ring. Ring like silver, ring like gold. Ring out those ghosts on the Ohio. Ring like c

You were a phonograph, I was a kid I sat with an ear close, just listening I was there when the rain tapped her way down you face You were a miracle. -I was just holdin' your space Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face The past, she is

Smoke it flies from whiskey mouths Vagabonds walk this suitcase town Summer left us beckoning The cottonwoods were all worn out Night comes fixing on the day And the universe reigned again While the wheels roll, it all glows a flickering light While

Time Will Tell---Gregory Alan Isakov turning in the grain again the bells begin to chime time, she says, "there's no turning back, keep your eyes on the tracks" through the fields, somewhere there's blue oh, time will tell, she'll see us through

all of my heroes sit up straight they stare at the ground they radiate me, I'm mumbling in the kitchen for the sun to pay up lonely is a ring on a cold coffee cup I'm some sick hound digging for bones if it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alo

I woke you up with poetry and stones The ragged and the bones Strewn around the room I recall another hazy may Take a round in the ring Gone hungry for the win... Here's the part I just lose everything I cracked a spark just to hear you sing sing...

Summer days were just a magazine, a magazine a magazine... Cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline So I can see ya soon... Fall swooned Left me drunk in a field Dandelion wine for a year And I packed up the dust Of all that I owned Handkerchief hung

This house She's holding secrets I got my change behind the bed In a coffee can, I throw my nickels in Just in case I have to leave And I will go if you ask me to I will stay if you dare And if I go I'm goin shameless I'll let my hunger take me there

I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me the room filled up with mosquitoes they heard that my body was free and I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your little shoe and I must confess that I tortured the dress that y

John Brown's Body---Gregory Alan Isakov theres always the creaks and the strangest sounds john brown's body was never found but the locals see him walkin round there's a 'for sale' sign on the old farm roads there's a silo empty and done for the plac

San Francisco---Gregory Alan Isakov the mist fills, quiet room. san francisco what the hell was all that talkin' round, where is it now, sunny california? i wake with you, i feel your coat, sleep late afternoons and i hitched along, but i turned wron

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New York now was nothing but an ice-capade a cigarette, a fire-escape and we walked this line, with dust in our pockets for the Bedford Station line to take us crazy the drunkard playing the Casio we're quiet everytime we start starin' up and hear al

Amsterdam---Gregory Alan Isakov all inside our Amsterdam she hides watery-eyed that howling wind, she's waving hi her other hand's in mine oh silhouette she's growing tall and fine she's got my back she'll follow me down every street no matter what m