Gregory Alan Isakov Live 2022 Southern Star Dark, Dark, Dark Appaloosa Bones Second Chances Ryman

Southern Star Lyrics Oh my drunken southern star
How you tried to hide in darkness
Slipped from orbit
Now you're dangerously close
Come out, come out
From all your hiding out
We'll dig in our heels
Salute the battlefields
Where our broken hearts were born, ohh
And the storm clouds are thirsty
I can see them bursting, watch them gathering light
And the walls in the bedroom now are pounding out
Were we broken open baby, maybe just a crack
Swore I heard you whisper that you preferred us like that, ohh
My broken open child
Were we thirsty, thorned with wild eyes
Still, we are slaves to the sirens of the salty sea
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Gregory Alan Isakov
Dark, Dark, Dark Lyrics Maria's on the hill
She was all "side of her eyes"
A five-dollar wine has a blanket inside
Lay up the pages on a traveling bed
Watch the Blood of Christ Mountains, oh they all turn red
Howl at the half moon, radio queen
She's all smoke, she's all nicotine
The songs in my pocket just crumble apart
Won't you sing me something for the dark
Maria's got wings, she's got legs for the sea
A captain's coat and a note for me
Wake up Marie, before the season turns
Set your dash for the coast, watch the Sangres burn
Howl at the half moon, radio queen
She's all smoke, she's all nicotine
The songs in my pocket just crumble apart
Won't you sing me something for the dark, dark, dark
Won't you sing me something for the dark, dark, dark
Won't you sing me something for the dark, dark, dark
Won't you sing me something for the dark, dark, dark
Won't you sing me something for the dark...
Won't you sing me something for the dark, dark, dark
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Gregory Alan Isakov
Second Chances Lyrics
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 alone
My hands they were strangers lost in the night
They're waving around in the dusty light
I'm waiting in the wings while the trees undress
Cupping my ear to hear the wind confess
I'm a ghost in the garden
Scaring the crows
If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone
I'm running from nothing, no thoughts in my mind
Oh my heart was all black
But I saw something shine
Thought that part was yours, but it might just be mine
I could share it with you, if you gave me the time
I'm all bloody knuckles, longing for home
If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone
I'm a shot through the dark
I'm a black sinkhole
If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Gregory Alan Isakov / Ilan Gary Isakov
Second Chances lyrics © Third Side Music Inc, Third Side Music Inc.

[@ronsmith2365]

Have listened to Gregory hundreds of hours..... wonderful, soothing voice.... great lyrics. Great concert. Thank YOU for posting. Peace all.

[@MikeCinner]

This young man is simply amazing; his voice, his lyrics, the arrangements. I wish I had discovered him sooner. He rejuvenates my broken spirit with his music.

[@davidkaminsky4464]

Appaloosa Bones = Chills throughout my entire body and soul.

[@TheVampireLily]

i could listen to him until the world ends...

[@MojoMusicMedia]

Omg such an fantaxstic descritpio

[@Grace-24601]

could listen to him till it all goes dark, and even after that

[@kathianieto94]

I was bummed when I found out he wasn’t going to be with the lumineers at the Grand Rapids, MI show this year. Just saw he’s doing winter shows next year and I got my tickets to see him in February. Guess it worked out for the best as it will be a whole show of greg. 💕 I can’t wait I’m tearing up just watching him through the screen. I was lucky enough to see the lumineers and lord Huron this year seeing G.A.I will be a blessing!

[@insidephase]

Loving these videos

[@zerox5615]

Quelqu’un peut-il me donner le titre de la 3eme chanson S’il vous plaît ?