Dave Matthews Quotes

A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other...Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever

Turns out, not where, but who you're with that really matters.

Celebrate we will Because life is short but sweet for certain

Troubles, they may come and go, but good times, they're the gold.

I'll lean on you and you lean on me and we'll be okay.

take what you can from your dreams Make them real as anything It takes the work out of the courage

Funny the way it is, not right or wrong, somebody's heart is broken, and it becomes your favorite song.

the future is no place to place your better days

if you give, you begin to live.

She feels like kicking out all the windows And setting fire to this life She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright

Sweet like candy to my soul, sweet you rock, and sweet you roll.

If you hold on tight to what you think is your thing you may find you re missing all the rest

Some might tell you there's no hope in hand Just because they feel hopeless But you don't have to be a thing like that You be a ship in a bottle set sail

I will go in this way And find my own way out

Don’t you rob yourself of what you’re feeling; don’t rob yourself of all that you could be.

Could I have been anyone other than me?

Do what you will, always Walk where you like, your steps Do as you please, I'll back you up. I remember thinking sometimes we walk sometimes we run away But I know no matter how fast we are running Somehow we keep Somehow we keep up with each other.

See you and me have a better time than most can dream of, better than the best, so we can pull on through, whatever tears at us, whatever holds us down, and if nothing can be done, we'll make the best of what's around.

I can't believe that we would lie in our graves Wondering if we had spent our living days well I can't believe that we would lie in our graves Dreaming of things that we might have been

Eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we'll die

Always walk where you like your steps.

I have no time to justify you, fool, youre blind, step aside from me

strange evolution, that people have come to believe that we are its greatest achievement when really we're just a collection of cells overrating themselves

Im not going to change my ways, just to please you or appease you, inside a crowd five billion proud willing to punch it out, right, wrong, weak strong, ashes to ashes all fall down.

She feels like kicking out all the windows And setting fire to this life She could change everything about her Using colors bold and bright But all the colors mix together - to grey And it breaks her heart To grey

Remind me again what's wrong with Dave Matthews?" "Basically everything, except technical proficiency," Walter said. "Right." "But maybe especially the banality of the lyrics. 'Gotta be free, so free, yeah, yeah, yeah. Can't live without my freedom, yeah yeah.' That's pretty much every song.

If hate's the gate to peace This is the last stop

I know in my mind I would leave you now If I had the strength to I would leave you up To your own devices Will you not talk Can you take pity I don't ask much But won't you speak Please.

There are evil people, but they still came weeping from someone's vagina.

Funny the way it is, if you think about it Somebody’s going hungry and someone else is eating out. Funny the way it is, not right or wrong Somebody’s heart is broken and it becomes your favorite song.

Above all things If kindness is your king Then heaven will be yours before you reach your end

Sweet like candy to my soul Sweet you rock and sweet you roll Lost for you I'm so lost for you

Caught by a wave, my back to the ocean It knocks me off my feet and Just as I find my footing Here you come again

Wake up naked drinking coffee Making plans to change the world While the world is changing us It was good good love You used to laugh under the covers Maybe not so often now But the way I used to laugh with you Was loud and hard

You and I, we're not tied to the groundNot falling but rising like rolling around Eyes closed above the rooftops Eyes closed, we're gonna spin through the stars

Mercy will we overcome this Oh one by one could we turn it around Maybe carry on just a little bit longer And I try to give you what you need

We gotta do much more than believe if wanna see the world change We gotta do much more than believe if we really wanna change things We gotta do much more than believe, go on try it, go on try it We gotta do much more than believe if we wanna see the world change

The Dave Matthews Band’s “Crash into Me” played over the montage, not that the lyrics had anything to do with the images the song was played over but it was “haunting”, it was “moody”, it was “summing things up”, it gave the footage an “emotional resonance” that I guess we were incapable of capturing ourselves. At first my feelings were basically so what? But then I suggested other music: “Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails, but I was told that the rights were sky-high and that the song was “too ominous” for this sequence; Nada Surf’s “Popular” had “too many minor chords”, it didn’t fit the “mood of the piece,” it was – again – “too ominous.” When I told them I seriously did not think things could get any more fucking ominous than they already were, I was told, “Things get very much more ominous, Victor,” and then I was left alone.

I remember thinking I'll go on forever only knowing I'll see you again. And the touch of you is hard to remember, but like that touch, I know no other

It's so weird that adults in committed relationships have a problem with something so innocuous as flirting. I would never expect you to walk around with a paper bag over your head to avoid catching the eye of a stranger, nor would I discourage you making friendly conversation with whomever you might encounter during the day. And if you needed to fuck somebody else, we could talk about it. People change, our desires evolve, and it feels foolish to me to expect what you'll want two, five, or ten years from now will be exactly the same thing that fills you up today. I mean, the way I feel about fidelity has evolved over the last ten years of my life. It's a hard-and-fast rule that we don't apply to any other thing in our lives: YOU MUST LOVE THIS [SHOW/BOOK/FOOD/SHIRT] WITH UNWAVERING FERVOR FOR THE REST OF YOUR NATURAL LIFE. Could you imagine being forced to listen to your favorite record from before your music tastes were refined for the rest of your life? Right now I'm pretty sure I could listen to Midnight Snack by HOMESHAKE for the rest of my life, but me ten years ago was really into acoustic Dave Matthews, and I'm not sure how I feel about that today. And yes, I am oversimplifying it, but really, if in seven years you want to have sex with the proverbial milkman, just let me know about it beforehand so I can hide my LaCroix and half eaten wedge of port salut. ('Milkmen' always eat all the good snacks.)

but, like an alcoholic or a fan of the Dave Matthews Band, he ultimately couldn’t control his self-destructive addiction.

And so it easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a teenager to enter the kingdom of heaven listening to the Dave Matthews Band.

What I want is what I've not got, and what I need is all around me." Dave Matthews

You want to know a secret?" "Always." "My real name is Dave." "I see." "This doesn't seem to amuse you." "I met Jeremy the troll a few nights ago." "Seriously?" "Seriously. Also known as the Mighty Raaaarrggh! Although...I can sorta see why you changed the name. 'Dave' isn't knwon for its mysterious, mystic sexiness.

The space between the tears we cry is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more...

I fall so hard inside the idea of you

Dave Matthews is mixing violin solos with saxophone solos and it's bad for the baby

Pearl Jam's not my favorite, but it's good, and I hate that Levi likes good music. I need him to love Dave Matthews Band. To stan the Insane Clown Posse. To have a Nickelback tramp stamp.

Gravedigger, when you dig my grave, could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain.

They played a Dave Matthews track, I have no idea which one as they all sound the same. It’s the kind of guitar based elevator music that people with beards and beanies listen to while drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon and vaping in their friend Steve’s bedroom. They nod along as they flick through mountain biking magazines and discuss CamelBak® water bottles and spoke tightening tools. Thankfully the song was killed halfway through and with a few words, a clank and whirring noises, Simon’s coffin lowered into the platform and was gone.

Danny’s Song” by Kenny Loggins “Reminder” by Mumford & Sons “Barton Hollow” by The Civil Wars “Like a Bridge Over Troubled Waters” by Simon and Garfunkel “I and Love and You” by The Avett Brothers “Make You Feel My Love” by Adele “Can’t Break Her Fall” by Matt Kearney  “Stillborn” by Black Label Society “Come On Get Higher” by Matt Nathanson “I Won’t Give Up” by Jason Mraz “This Girl” by City & Colour “My Funny Valentine” by Ella Fitzgerald “Dream a Little Dream of Me” by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong “Stormy Blues” by Billie Holiday “I would be Sad” by The Avett Brothers “Hello, I’m Delaware” by City & Colour “99 Problems” by Hugo (originally written and performed by Jay-Z) “It’s Time” by Imagine Dragons “Let It Be Me” by Ray LaMontagne “Rocketship” by Guster “Don’t Drink The Water” by Dave Matthews Band “Blackbird” by The Beatles

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Emil Zippo - I'm a food lover, Dave Matthews’s band and American Football in Bronx, New York.

Jeep Cherokees driving down fraternity row were no longer just playing Dave Matthews Band’s Crash; they also blasted The Lox, even if they had to turn it down at stoplights.

Dave Matthews Band was dope; Bryan Adams was jake. Getting to third base was dope; being grounded was jake. After that, he’d stayed upstairs when Tim came over, and was meanly glad when he and Trip began to drift apart. Now here was Tim calling Moody’s name—his

Dave Matthews is what would happen if beer pong became a person.

Catholic apologists admit that the Church "made some mistakes," but insist that Rome couldn't be the whore in Revelation 17. Why? Because Christ promised that the gates of hell would not prevail against the church (Matthew 16:18), and Roman Catholicism was the Church. Even many evangelicals are deceived by this argument.

You’re Beautiful — James Blunt Trouble — Ray LaMontagne Brilliant Disguise — Bruce Springsteen Crash into Me — Dave Matthews Band Wonderful Tonight — Eric Clapton Pictures of You — The Cure Northern Wind — City and Colour Desire — Ryan Adams Better Together — Jack Johnson Comme des enfants — Coeur de Pirate Let Her Go — Passenger Here Comes the Sun — George Harrison

But this house felt strange. Dave asked what was going on, and John explained that the name on the eviction order belonged to the mother of several of the children. She had died two months earlier, and the children had simply gone on living in the house, by themselves. As the movers swept through the rooms, Gray Eyes took charge, giving orders to the other children; the youngest was a boy of about eight or nine. Upstairs, the movers found ratty mattresses on the floor and empty liquor bottles displayed like trophies. In the damp basement, clothes were flung everywhere. The house and the yard were littered with trash. “Disgusting,” Tim said to the roaches scaling the kitchen wall. As the landlord changed the locks with a power drill and the movers pushed the contents of the house onto the wet curb, the children began to run around and laugh. When the move was done, the crew gathered by the trucks, instinctively stomping the ground to shake loose any stowaway roaches. Those who smoked reached for their packs. They didn’t know where the children would go, and they didn’t ask.

As for the other central vowels, do you know the song “Better Man” by Pearl Jam? (No judgment if not; they’ve done better.) See if you can find it on YouTube. Listen to the part of the chorus where Eddie Vedder sings “Can’t find a better man.” Hear how his voices changes—how it kind of sounds huskier? This is something you heard a lot in the nineties (Scott Weiland did it; Shakira does it a lot; Dave Matthews did a lot [or Dave, as his true fans call him]). What Eddie Vedder is actually doing is centralizing all the front vowels. His typical pronunciation of “can’t find a better” is something I’d transcribe as . Naturally, he doesn’t always sing this way. Every so often he simply feels the need to kick it into overdrive, and so he centralizes all the vowels. It’s a noticeably different sound. As for why, the only thing I can come up with is that it obscures a lot of the vocalic variety of English (there are fewer distinctions for central vowels than for front vowels), and makes it easier to hold a tone. It’s also why baby comes out babay a lot of times ([e] is lower than [i], which means your mouth is open wider). Anyway, if you’re trying to nail central vowels, remember Eddie Vedder (but hopefully for “Corduroy,” “Yellow Ledbetter,” “Black,” “Guaranteed,” “Oceans,” and “I Got Id” rather than “Better Man”).

This piece of land was our original sin, except we had found no baptismal rite to expunge it from our lives. That green-purple field of new cane was rooted in rib cage and eye socket. But what of the others whose lives had begun here and ended in other places? The ones who became prostitutes in cribs on Hopkins Street in New Iberia and Jane’s Alley in New Orleans, sliced their hands open with oyster knives, laid bare their shin bones with the cane sickle, learned the twelve-string blues on the Red Hat gang and in the camps at Angola with Leadbelly and Hogman Matthew Maxey, were virtually cooked alive in the castiron sweatboxes of Camp A, and rode Jim Crow trains North, as in a biblical exodus, to southside Chicago and the magic of 1925 Harlem, where they filled the air with the music of the South and the smell of cornbread and greens and pork chops fixed in sweet potatoes, as though they were still willing to forgive if we would only acknowledge their capacity for forgiveness. Tolstoy asked how much land did a man need. Just enough to let him feel the pull of the earth on his ankles and the claim it lays on the quick as well as the dead.

If I had it all, you know, I'd fuck it up.

After the indignity of having to wrestle a motherfucking Dave Matthews Band CD from the clutches of a GROWN ASS MAN, I decided to pack my shit and fend for myself like a feral cat out on the streets.

Crash Into Me" You've got your ball You've got your chain Tied to me tight tie me up again Who's got their claws In you my friend Into your heart I'll beat again Sweet like candy to my soul Sweet you rock And sweet you roll Lost for you I'm so lost for you Oh, when you come crash into me And I come into you And I come into you In a boy's dream In a boy's dream Touch your lips just so I know In your eyes, love, it glows so I'm bare-boned and crazy for you Oh, when you come crash into me, baby And I come into you In a boy's dream In a boy's dream If I've gone overboard Then I'm begging you to forgive me Oh, in my haste When I'm holding you so, girl Close to me Oh, and you come crash into me, baby And I come into you Oh, hike up your skirt a little more You show the world to me Hike up your skirt a little more You show your world to me In a boy's dream In a boy's dream Oh, I watch you there Through the window and I stare At you wear nothing But you wear it so well Tied up and twisted The way I'd like to be For you, for me Come crash into me, baby Come crash into me, yeah Crash into me Crash into me Crash into me Crash into me Oh, you know I'm the king of the castle You're the dirty rascal Crash into me Please, crash into me I see the wave coming crash into me See the wave coming crash into me Crash into me Dave Matthews Band, Crash (1996)

The Testaments by Margaret Atwood Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury The Circle by Dave Eggers Constance by Matthew Fitzsimmons Brave New World by Aldous Huxley Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro No One Is Talking About This by Patricia Lockwood Severance by Ling Ma The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa 1984 by George Orwell

And so we’ve had another night Of poetry and poses And each man knows he’ll be alone When the sacred ginmill closes. —DAVE VAN RONK

College student Dave MacPherson was the very first guest to enter Disneyland. He didn't ride a single attraction that time because he had to get back to school. However, he was awarded a life-long ticket to Disneyland with up to three guests. The ticket was later extended to include Disney parks around the world.

If Only" Oh yeah Some days it's so easy Sometimes I forget how Much I want you back again Back again Well maybe it's a game You win some and you lose some But when you've found a good one Don't you let her get away Don't let her go Oh yeah If only I could have you Just the way I want you Oh, to have you back again Back again baby Oh, I'm just a fool baby Playing Mr. Cool baby Rolling round like I got nothing much to lose But I know you and you know me And I know you can see So help me find my way back to you Back to you Walking past your window You used to smile and throw Your sweet kisses back to me Back to me Oh yeah Remember when I asked you If you'd be my one true It seems like yesterday Just like yesterday Oh yeah, and I'm just a fool baby Playing Mr. Cool baby Rolling round like I got nothing much to lose But I know you and you know me And I know you can see So help me get my way back to you Back to you I want you so take me back please Take me back my baby If only I could have you Just the way I want you Yeah I'm just a fool baby Playing Mr. Cool baby Rolling round like I got nothing much to lose babe But I know you and you know me And I know you can see So help me get my way back to you I want you so take me back please Take me back my baby If only I could have you Just the way I want to Just the way I was Yeah Away From the World (2002)