Matthews Band 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

…when women banded together, they could make empires tremble.

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

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.

Wildland firefighters do not enjoy the cultural prestige that structural firefighters do. They do not wax their fire engines and cruise down the local parade route, lights flashing; they are not the subject of countless popular books and movies; major politicians do not honor their sacrifices on the Senate floor or from the Rose Garden; they do not have bagpipe bands, fancy equipment, enduring icons, or other signifiers of honor verifying the importance of their activity.

Some speed-metal band that believed anything less than 250 beats a minute was elevator music. It amazed her what some people listened to voluntarily. She only knew it as the playlist of CIA black-site detention facilities around the world.

The run can be a meditation-in-motion, a cleansing of all the sensory realities we encounter. The run is white noise, a way to simply experience time as a body, a piston, that exists away from the mind and only in the body as a live reactive presence. Running is escapism, but it is also the opposite. It can be the ultimate expression of being awake and alive only as a body that occupies space and time.

In a community where mobs do not appear to take white prisoners from jail cells to lynch them, who is really responsible for the lynching of a Negro prisoner, the band who actually blew out his brain or those of us in the church who say of Willie Earle and his kind, “RACA”—you’re an empty-headed, worthless nigger! (That’s about the meaning of the word “Raca” as Jesus used it in the 5th Chapter of Matthew.)

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

Matthew Ismael Ruiz: ...There might be people to this day who think In Reverie is important, but to me it was important in understanding the way music fandom works. I felt like they had a responsibility to not be awful because they were my favorite band, they were some of my friends' favorite band. Like, I can't even go to your show, because you'll play most of this new record, and I'll get maybe three or four songs that I actually like. This sucks. But the more distance you put from that, you realize, how can you expect a band to stay the same way they were when they were fifteen, sixteen? Or twenty? Or twenty-three, twenty-five?

Emil Zippo is a food lover, Dave Matthews’s band and American Football in Bronx, New York. He is also interested in American Football, social entrepreneur.

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

The Covenant Christian Homeschool Band met in a large house next to a church, and if you ever needed to find it all you had to do was follow the procession of cargo vans with Bush/Quayle ’92 bumper stickers. 

The lights went out inside the venue, causing the ten thousand plus fans to start screaming in anticipation. Th rest of the band too their places on the darkened stage, lead by the soft glow of the floor lighting which illuminated their way just enough so they didn't trip over the cords. The fans were quickly becoming restless, their excited screams coming in short bursts as the seconds ticked by into infinity.

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

That guy . . . d’you think he’s ever smoked weed? Has he ever seen a band that wasn’t playing at the Coliseum? Was he born in a Lacoste diaper?

Trailer parks are full of renegades, runaways, professional clowns, rock band guitarists, down on their luckers, wildlife lovers, 4:00 p.m. cocktailers, book readers, retired couples, single mothers, unicyclers, inventors, patteners, gardeners, dreamers, lost souls, hippies, motorheads, meth cookers, million milers, and iron your own suit at 6:00 a.m.’ers.

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

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

In America’s meatpacking plants, two amputations occur each week: A band saw lops off someone’s finger or hand. Pickers in Amazon warehouses have access to vending machines dispensing free Advil and Tylenol. Slum housing spreads asthma, its mold and cockroach allergens seeping into young lungs and airways, and it poisons children with lead, causing irreversible damage to their tiny central nervous systems and brains. Poverty is the cancer that forms in the cells of those who live near petrochemical plants and waste incinerators. Roughly one in four children living in poverty have untreated cavities, which can morph into tooth decay, causing sharp pain and spreading infection to their faces and even brains. With public insurance reimbursing only a fraction of dental care costs, many families simply cannot afford regular trips to the dentist. Thirty million Americans remain completely uninsured a decade after the passage of the Affordable Care Act.[4] Poverty is the colostomy bag and wheelchair, the night terrors and bullets that maimed but didn’t finish their cunning work. In

Meekness preserves the mind from being ruffled and discomposed, and the spirit from being unhinged by the vanities and vexations of this lower world. It stills the noise of the sea, the noise of her waves, and the tumult of the soul; it permits not the passions to crowd out in a disorderly manner, like a confused ungoverned rabble; but draws them out like the trained-bands, rank and file, every one in his own order, ready to march, to charge, to fire, to retreat, as wisdom and grace give the word of command.

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 Union of these States—Monarchs form alliances—Republics form leagues—but here, behold a band of brothers.

Matthew, mentioned you.” “He did?” Leni said. Don’t smile so big. What a dork. Geneva Walker slipped in beside her husband. “Hey,” she said, smiling at Cora. “I see you’ve met my husband.” “Ex.” Tom Walker put his arm around Geneva, pulled her close. “I love the woman like air, but I can’t live with her.” “Can’t live without me, either.” Geneva smiled, cocked her head to the left. “That’s my main squeeze over there. Calhoun Malvey. He doesn’t love me as much as Tom does, but he likes me a helluva lot better. And he doesn’t snore.” She elbowed Mr. Walker in the side playfully. “I hear you guys aren’t too well prepared,” Mr. Walker said to Dad. “You’re going to have to learn fast. Don’t be afraid to ask me for help. I’m always up for it. Anything you need to borrow, I have.” Leni heard something in Dad’s “Thanks” that put her on alert. He sounded irritated all of a sudden. Offended. Mama heard it, too; she glanced worriedly at him. Mad Earl stumbled forward. He was wearing a T-shirt that read I’VE BEEN FISHING SO LONG I’M A MASTER BAITER. He grinned drunkenly, swayed side to side, stumbled. “You offering Ernt help, Big Tom? That’s mighty white of you. Sorta like King John offerin’ to help his poor serfs. Maybe your friend the governor can help ya out.” “Good Lord, Earl, not again,” Geneva said. “Let’s play some music. Ernt, can you play an instrument?” “Guitar,” Dad said. “But I sold—” “Great!” Geneva said, taking him by the arm, pulling him away from Mad Earl and toward Large Marge and the makeshift band gathered at the beach. She handed Dad the guitar Mr. Walker had put down. Mad Earl stumbled over to the fire and retrieved his crockery jug. Leni wondered if Mama knew how beautiful she looked, standing there in her form-fitting pants, with

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)

She’s sitting right next to you, man!” Randy’s voice had risen a full octave, but luckily the marching band drowned it out with a rousing rendition of Wang Chung’s only hit.

The seventeenth of September, 1787,” doesn’t quite have the same ring to it as the Fourth of July, 1776, but that was the day they signed the final draft of the Constitution, and it’s actually more sacred in many ways. Any band of revolutionaries can declare independence. Only one was able to invent a government and a legal system that realized the ideas represented by the constellation. It really ought to be remembered as America’s Interdependence Day.