Dave Matthews Quotations | Page 2

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'm glad some people have that faith. I don't have that faith. If there is a God, a caring God, then we have to figure he's done an extraordinary job of making a very cruel world.

A dream is a massive magic trick of the mind. No amount of science could explain away the mysterious wonder.

I know I have a very unusual style of playing, where other more recognized and technically proficient players might look at me and wonder what the heck I'm doing. The purpose of my learning to play the way I do was more to accompany my singing. I figured out a style where I'm mentally playing the drums over a simple melody.

Excuse me please, one more drink Could you make it strong cause I don't need to think She broke my heart, my grace is gone One more drink and I'll move on.

I don't touch electric guitars. It's just not my thing - I stick with acoustic guitars only.

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

So why would you care To get out of this place? You and me and all our friends, Such a happy human race. Eat, drink and be merry, For tomorrow we die.

I'm not a real gadgety person. But bottle opener is probably the gadget I can't live without. Actually, I can open a bottle of beer pretty easily without it, but wine is always too much of a pain in the (rear) to open that up. So a corkscrew is probably the gadget that I can't live without.

I always like to have an atlas just so that I can find things out. It's always good to have an almanac; those sort of things.

In many instances, we are much better at fixing our mistakes after we've made them. In some situations, it is easier to sweep things under the rug and forget about them.

My reaction to Radiohead isn't as simple as jealousy. Jealousy just burns; Radiohead infuriate me. But if it were only that, I wouldn't go back and listen to those records again and again. Listening to Radiohead makes me fell like I'm a Salieri to their Mozart. Yorke's lyrics make me want to give up. I could never in my wildest dreams find something as beautiful as they find for a single song - let alone album after album.

How we can stay faithful to the people that have supported us from the beginning is a thought in my mind. I always want to keep that part of it alive.

I'm not a real gadgety person. In fact, some people think that I'm kind of primitive.

Life it seems a struggle between what we think and what we see

What in the world would I sing for if I had it all?

It's so hard for me to even acknowledge America without talking about race. If you look at our society, if you look at the prisons, if you look at the poverty and which side of the line the majority of people are, we have to acknowledge how we divide ourselves up, that there's racism alive in this country. And it's not in the law. It's in our minds. And that's what we have to actively battle.

I say my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside.

Six senses keeping Five around a sense of self

When I was a kid growing up in New York, I was pretty unaware of racism. I think when we're young - before we lose our innocence - we're sort of unaware of the more flawed qualities of each other.

I was just wondering if you'd come along to hold up my head when my head won't hold on.

I'll be back 'round again, yes, I'll walk in time with you, old friend. And we'll find that place that we had danced in so long ago.

In your eyes, I see what's on my mind.

I don't feel like I'm standing in a position where I have some right above other people to say what I think. We should all be talking to each other about what we think is important - whether we're in politics, or whether we're checking out at a grocery store. We shouldn't put walls up between each other.

...Oh, man, oh how I wish I didn't smoke or drink to reason with my head...

I see you young and soft oh little baby Little feet, little hands, little baby One year of crying and the words creep up inside Creep into your mind So much to say

When I step into the light My arms are open wide When I step into the light My eyes searching wildly

Keep it locked up inside Don't talk about it Talk about the weather Can't see the light

I guess, and it may be a flaw, that I think about rhythm more [than anything else]. I'm always wanting to find something unusual. I've started to try and write more traditionally, but for whatever reason, I tend toward trying to find something that sounds more like a pattern to me.

One sweet world Around this star is spinning One sweet world And in her breath I'm swimming And here we will rest in peace

Isn't it strange how we move out lives for another day? Like skipping a beat, what if a great wave should wash us all away?

The moon is quite a show off given the chance. The stars make a sound when they shine so bright. Water so blue and so black.

We spend a lot of time bickering at great cost, and very little time actually coming up with solutions. And I think we misuse our ambition for our own gains and rarely for the betterment of ourselves, and people around us and our environment. And I think that's sort of pathetic and desperate.

Are you looking for answers, to questions under the stars? If along the way you are growing weary, You can rest with me until a brighter day It's okay

I'm a very vicious critic of myself.

I like to think I'm a night person, because that's my job, but now I'm a father of three. I'm trying to become more of a morning person. I don't know if it will last. I have two choices, right? Either I'm bitter about getting up early, or I start drinking wine earlier and get to bed.

I feel that I have worked my whole life to get to the point where I should have a good understanding of women.

You and me have a better time than most can dream of, better than the best.

Sometimes it's nice to be able to reflect on the music itself and then write lyrics that I feel anyone can relate to. It's not my dreaming tree that is dead. The feeling of a loss of hope is universal. There are moments that we've all felt a little bit of it, so I don't think it is something that is too hard to identify with.

Digging a ditch where madness gives a bit Digging a ditch where silence lives Digging a ditch for when I'm old Digging this ditch my story's told Where all these troubles weigh down on me will rise ..... Where all these questions spinning round my head will die

Everything good needs replacing

Lying under this spell you cast on me Each moment The more I love you.

People are not very pro-active in general, I think, because we are too busy rushing blindly towards our own goals.

Nine planets round the sun, only one does the sun embrace. Upon this watered one, so much we take for granted; So let us sleep outside tonight, lay down in our mother's arms, for here we can rest safely ... One sweet world around a star is spinning One sweet world And in her breath I'm swimming, and here we will rest in peace.

Don't burn the day away.

Look, here are we on this starry night staring into space, and I must say I feel as small as dust lying down here.

I don't want to die, obviously, but really, the wonder of life is amplified by the fact that it ends.

You know she's gonna leave my broken heart behind her.

Move into kiss those sweet sugar lips, baby looks just like love.

I believe in love, but believe it's love that keeps beating me down.

If I go before I'm old, Oh brother of mine please don't forget me if I go. Bartender please, fill my glass for me? With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free, after three days in the ground.

And when you wake, you will fly away, holding tight to the legs of all your angels. Goodbye, my love, into your blue, blue eyes.

Would you not like to be, sittin' on top of the world with your legs hanging free?

If you live life, then you become what are.

I am who I am who I am who am I Requesting some enlightenment Could I have been anyone other than me?

Leave the big door open, everyone'll come around...

I don't understand at best, I cannot speak for all the rest. But you may find a lifetime's passed you by. Every dog has its day, every day has its way Of being forgotten.

The problem is someone will try to convince you That they know the answer no matter the question Be wary of those who believe in a neat little world 'Cause it's just ..... crazy - you know that it is

Why won't you run in the rain and play, let the tears splash all over you?

San Francisco has a flowers-in-your-hair kind of vibe, while Chicago's got this very funny, big-city/small-town coolness to it.

Part of me wishes some of the more obsessive fans would spend a fraction of the time they spend studying the band.

Come and relax now, put your troubles down. No need to bear the weight of your worries, just let them all fall away.

So let us sleep outside tonight, Lay down in our mother's arms, for here we can rest safely.

Would you like to play With the thought of a friend In a distant passing stage While you lie around With your hands up and out So resigned you will fall down.

If at all God's gaze falls upon us all it's with a mischievous grin, look at him.

You seek up a big monster for him to fight your wars for you.

Because one of the properties of music is to entertain and to, I don't mean this lightly, distract us from the things that pull us down. Music should be not only a source for political ideas but also a source of hope.

First time I kissed you, I lost my legs.

So I wonder this, as life billows smoke inside my head This little game where nothing is sure Why would you play by the rules? Who did? You did. You...

Because life is short but sweet for certain We're climbing two by two To be sure these days continue These things we cannot change

Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I'll work it out...

So the story goes, so I'm told The people he knew were Less than golden hearted Gamblers and robbers Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers Like you and me

Sitting still as stone watching - watching People walking by you wondering why No one ever stops to talk or thinks about it - if they ever did

People in every direction No words exchanged No time to exchange And all the little ants are marching Red and black antennas waving They all do it the same We all do it the same way

I walk into this room All eyes on me now But I do not know the people inside Look straight through me these eyes Seeking more wisdom Than I have to give away

Life goes on, end of tunnel, TV set Spot in the middle Static fade, statistic bit And soon I fade away, fade away

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

I'm partly obsessed by aging gracefully.

Is this not enough? This blessed sip of life Is it not enough? Staring down at the ground Then complain and pray for more from above Greedy little pig

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

Always walk where you like your steps.

The brightest star on a cloudless night Some kind of miracle, almost empty sky... Just as the bite of the blade wakes the absent mind There's time to dream and there's time to open your eyes

Just knowing that the world is round Here I'm dancing on the ground Am I right side up or upside down? Is this real or am I dreaming?

I swear by now I'm playing time against my troubles I'm coming slow but speeding

For a moment this good time would never end You and me Just wasting time I was kissing you You were kissing me love From good day into a moonlight

Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die

Look Here are we On this starry night staring into space And I must say I feel as small as dust Lying down here What point could there be troubling? Head down wondering what will Become of me Why concern we cannot see But no reason to abandon it Time is short but that's all right Maybe I'll go in the middle of the night Take your hands from your eyes, my love Everything must end some time Don't burn the day away

My voice is soft, but oh, my heart roars!

Don't convince yourself you're over, don't convince yourself you're done, just because the things around you seem heavy, doesn't mean you can't get off this ground.

I'm only this far, and only tomorrow leads my way.

If you've got a question just get in line 'Cause my intentions are to make you mine I'll take care of everything All you need, friend, is right here ..... And if you're lost I will find your way Give me your soul, friend, it's okay

Things are starting to turn into a windfall for us. We don't take these firsts for granted.

I haven't really experienced as much of a loss of privacy as maybe it would seem from the outside,

The future is no place to place your better days.

It's strange because sometimes there is almost an outrage over what we'll play. Then the defenders step up and say, 'What are you talking about?' ... We go through all the set lists, but with a grain of salt. Sometimes they are magical and sometimes they just blow.