John Craigie - Nomads (Official Video)

[@Sgurdmai]

My brother Nickles The Philosopher brought me here. Grateful.

[@DanielKellyFolkMusic]

"if your lyrics were true, you probably wouldn’t forget em", tough words, but true words. Beautiful footage, hope Saint Christopher hears you.

[@ChristopherLoupee-ru4ui]

Saw the infinite and made our peace. My name is Christopher and I"ve had the great pleasure of JC and few hundred people sing this song live twice. It was more amazing than I can describe.

[@beachman1618]

John Craigie is the best! Thank you so much for coming to Coos Bay and allowing us to participate with you on this:). Much love brother!

[@redwoodrivers]

Nice! I lived in Coos Bay for a while.

[@porterroundy3867]

Asterisk the Universe has been on repeat. Thank you, Mr. Craigie.

[@MikeRufoMusic]

As transcendent an anthem as any out there, thank you, John Craigie.

[@mamink]

... thanks for your songs, beautiful human 🖤 ...

[@hungryprospectors9260]

Awesome video!!!! Beautiful scenery to go with a great song. Absolutely love it. -Corey

[@simonandthelyricalpoets]

A beautiful song my friend, and the lovely imagery is a bonus!

[@DasiaSade]

I know we didn’t appreciate you here in Nashville, but should you ever decide to grace us with your presence here again...you would be most loved and I would sing your songs at the top of my lungs.❤️

[@briancook467]

Seems like, if I dig it = didn’t work in Nashville (west of the river)

[@i-m_andre]

why Nashville doesn't like him?

[@kathybrooks793]

I wish I could be in Hope 💖

[@scottkidwell3601]

Thank you, John! Great song, wonderful video!

[@figure8analogy677]

“🍄”As I stepped beyond the threshold, I entered another world-like Dorothy walking into Oz. A slight breeze swirled the leaves and branches and blossoms of the garden, brushing the skin on my arms. Soft air and clear light caressed my face. Just then, the music stopped. It took me a moment to realize that the music in my head was actually in my iPod and the iPod must have run out of power. I took out the ear buds and a far more fantastic music flooded in, leaves rustling, birds chirping, insects buzzing, the distant shoosh of tires on the road invisible behind the trees. I sat at the wrought-iron table and put my feet up. The crystalline light astonished me. The air, neither hot nor cold, was invigoratingly dry. I felt energy radiating from my body into the air, mingling with the radiations emanating from all the life surrounding me. I scanned the back yard. The ornamental grasses had begun to shoot out golden tufts; the crepe myrtle, hydrangea, stone crop, petunias and geraniums all had covered themselves in blossoms. Figs grew large and heavy on the fig tree, which exploded tropically in one corner of the yard, and fat red tomatoes swelled on the still leafing vines in another. Tendrils of Virginia creeper and wild grape dripped from the pines across the back fence, persimmons hung from the persimmon tree like Christmas ornaments. I had seen all this the previous morning, and many other mornings before that. But now I had stepped into a page from an illuminated fairy tale. Just as that thought entered my mind, three large yellow butterflies appeared, flitting in spirals around me. I laughed aloud: I was in Oz after all🌄… …I can’t think of any other way to put this but to say the sky opened, and grace poured down all around me. Light itself had transformed into a palpable substance, spilling down as if from a fountain. But it was more than light. It was blessings of every kind, goodness incarnate, flowing inexhaustible and immutable from above. I didn’t say to myself, “What is this?” I didn’t guess. I knew, I saw, I was in the presence of God. This wasn’t a God with whom I could have a conversation, at least not two-way. I think I said, or shouted, “Ok, I am DEFINITELY not an atheist,” but God was mute, or rather, I understood, or perceived, that the only response God would ever make was the boundless bounty of beauty cascading over me. After the shock and awe, my first thought was that this gift absurdly overmatched anything I could possibly have deserved. I thought, and said aloud, “Why me?” Instantly, that seemed too pleased with myself. I could just look at this phenomenon that confronted me, this Niagara Falls of beauty pouring down, and know that I hadn’t been “chosen.” I was no one special. This was just what God was, a permanent condition that somehow had remained invisible to me until this moment..” reset.me/story/tried-psychedelic-mushrooms-35-years-saw-light/🌈 🍂🌄🍄🌄🍂

[@winstongrass]

Thanks for this JC I saw you in Lyons CO this summer and have been an instant fan ever since... you blew it up that day on the river! Thanks

[@meredithslack6895]

This is so beautiful. Makes me emotional. ❤❤❤

[@vaughangregory-hunt4094]

Come to New Zealand John - please!

[@donowtube]

Thanks dude

[@marshalkelley3959]

Great song! p.s. come to Austin

[@oliverhunn2110]

Come to London (England) please John 🤷🏼‍♂️😎

[@atomp9344]

Dang bro! Awesome

[@redwoodrivers]

John, this is beautiful. Christopher McCandless?

[@i-m_andre]

same question

[@sherrylennondewitt4102]

💕💌💕

[@Chowdah_62]

Ah yes a song is it’s no dislikes and I see why