The Stable Song

About a week ago, Kate-Lynne told me check out a musician named Gregory Alan Isakov. I don’t take Kate-Lynne’s music recommendations lightly (she has great taste and a knack for finding talented up and coming artists). So I listened to a few of his songs on Reverbnation…and then I was hooked. I downloaded two of his albums from iTunes, and I’ve been listening to him pretty much daily since. If you like lyrically-driven folk music, then I’m willing to bet you’ll fall in love with his music. If you don’t love lyrically-driven folk music, I will first ask WHY NOT?!? And then tell you to listen to Gregory Alan Isakov and see if he can’t change your mind.

The Stable Song is my favorite right now. It moves me. It makes me feel sad, but in a good way. The kind of sad that makes you feel like you’re a part of something bigger. The kind of sad where you ache in a place you didn’t know was there. The kind of sad that is strangely hopeful.

Listen to it. Read the lyrics. Let it move you too.

remember when our songs were just like prayers.
like gospel hymns that you called in the air.
come down come down sweet reverence,
unto my simple house and ring…
and ring.

ring like silver, ring like gold
ring out those ghosts on the ohio
ring like clear day wedding bells
were we the belly of the beast or the sword that fell…we’ll never tell.

come to me clear and cold on some sea
watch the world spinning waves…like some machine

now i’ve been crazy couldn’t you tell
i threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell
now i’m covered up in straw, belly up on the table
well and sang and drank, and passed in the stable.

that tall grass grows high and brown,
well i dragged you straight in the muddy ground
and you sent me back to where i roam
well i cursed and i cried, but now i know…now i know

and i ran back to that hollow again
the moon was just a sliver back then
and i ached for my heart like some tin man
when it came oh it beat and it boiled and it rang…its ringing

ring like crazy, ring like hell
turn me back into that wild haired gale
ring like silver, ring like gold
turn these diamonds straight back into coal.

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