THE
STABLE SONG
GREGORY
ALAN ISAKOV
SONGWRITER:
GREGORY ALAN IZAKOV
COUNTRY:
SOUTH AFRICA
ALBUM:
THAT SEA, THE GAMBLER
LABEL:
GREGORY ALAN ISAKOV
GENRE:
FOLK
YEAR:
2007
That Sea, the Gambler is
the third studio album by Folk singer Gregory Alan Isakov. It was released in
2007
Gregory Alan Isakov is a singer-songwriter.
Born in Johannesburg, South Africa, he emigrated to the United States as a
child, and was raised in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. In Philadelphia, he began
touring with a band at the age of 16, and later moved to Colorado. His music combines indie and
folk, featuring instruments such as the guitar and banjo. Some of his most
popular songs include "The Stable Song", "Big Black Car",
and "Raising Cain".
Isakov has spent his
entire life traveling, and as a result, his travels have impacted his
songwriting; his songs tell stories of miles and landscapes and the search for
a sense of place. Music has been a constant force in his life, as he says,
"I've always had this sense about music and writing, that I sort of have
to do it. Like I'll
implode without it. I probably wouldn't do it if I felt any other
way."
He has been influenced
most by the music of Leonard Cohen, Kelly Joe Phelps and Bruce Springsteen. Gregory
has played at many music festivals held across the United States, Canada and
Europe. Outside of music, he spends his time working in his market garden.
Remember when our songs where 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 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 I drank and sang, 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
Oh it's 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.
Turn these diamonds straight back into coal.
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