Not gonna lie, this wasn't the BBC i was expecting when i searched. I ain't disappointed either.
This Empty Northern Hemisphere is a masterpiece.
Underproduced, gritty, a little grimy...and utterly amazing. It comes out so organic, so intimate as a result. This is music stripped of pretense and reduced to pure substance. Greg is wholly underappreciated.
Bro has like 3 different versions of this song. Each one just as good as the other. Each one has its own vibe. One of the most underrated artist of the gen
I love his other albums, but man I’d kill for an entire album in this vibe. No production, just him and the guitar, and the violin and bass. Stripped back.
Been coming back to this specific live version for five years now. Damn, never gets old...
Honestly this song live is one of the most beautiful sounds known to mankind.
What a song. I recently took a road trip across three thousand miles of the United States, listening to this song all along the way.
The voice, the violin, the guitar, and then the rug came in and really tied it all together.
Been coming back to this YouTube version for 7+ years now.. someone about it ❤️
Can’t get over his voice. This version needs to be on a freakin movie
I am heart broken that this man was singing without me knowing it. I would have been his first fan if only I'd known!
Guys y’all should keep liking my comment so I can get notified to rewatch this video
Dear Gregory, Thank you for showing me how to live in this world. Back on the train once again. This will be my last ride. You take your road, and I'll take mine, and don't forget all the beautiful lyrics you left behind. Guess I'll meet you in heaven. Ur old friend from camp
Isakov is magnetic. Highly under-rated, he is one of the few folk artists remaining in the key light. Although nostalgia, poetry, and talent are of little value in modern society, his style is rememberable.
Lyrics: 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 your face You were a miracle, I was just holding your space Well time has a way of throwing it all in your face The past, she is haunted, the future is laced; Heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car Swear I was in the back seat, just minding my own And through the glass, the corn crows come like rain They won't stay, they won't stay For too long now This could be all that we know Of love and all Well you were a dancer and I was a rag The song in my head, well, was all that I had Hope was a letter I never could send Love was a country we couldn't defend And through the carnival we watch them go round and round All we knew of home was just a sunset and some clowns Well you were a magazine, I was a plain Jane Just walking the sidewalks all covered in rain Love to just get into some of your stories Me and all of my plain Jane glory Just me and all of my plain Jane glory
i love the how they knew opening the piano and putting a weight on the sustain pedal would add resination to the recording.
This is one of those songs that is so powerful it makes you stop whatever you are doing and just stare off into space as you listen to it. Amazing song-writing and great instrumentation!
On my knees, prayin’ for a new album. Simply because this man knows his magic.
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