Juarez Fialho
05-15-2006, 02:14 PM
The Dave Matthew’s Band is a sensation for all age groups. Their music has attracted thousands of people to stadiums all around the world. Notwithstanding the fact that they sound outstandingly good, I can spot some really nice poem like parts on theirs songs.
What do you all think about music stars and the poetry they make? Can we consider it poetry? What do you think, specifically about Dave? He´s superb right?
p.s.
Crazy how it feels tonight
Crazy how you make it all alright love
You crush me with the things you do
I do for you anything
(…)
I wonder this
Could tomorrow be
So wondrous as you there sleeping
Let's go drive 'til morning comes
Watch the sunrise
To fill our souls up
Drink some wine 'til we get drunk
It's crazy I'm thinking
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?
Lovely lady
Let me drink you please
I won't spill a drop, I promise you
Lying under this spell you cast on me
Each moment
The more I love you
Crush me
Come on
(…)
To each other we'll be facing
By love we'll beat back the pain
We've found you know
I mean to tell you all the things
I've been thinking deep inside
My friend
With each moment the more I love you
- CRUSH, BY DAVE MATTHEWS
Swing in this tree
Oh I am bounce around so well
Branch to branch,
limb to limb you see
All in a day's dream
I'm stuck
like the other monkeys here
I am a humble monkey
Sitting up in here again
But then came the day
I climbed out of these safe limbs
Ventured away
Walking tall, head high up and singing
I went to the city
Car horns, corners and the gritty
Now I am the proudest monkey
you've ever seen
Then comes the day
Staring at myself I turn to question me
I wonder do I want the simple
simple life that I once lived in well
Oh things were quiet then
In a way they were the better days
But now I am the proudest monkey
you've ever seen
- - PROUDEST MONEKY, BY DAVE MATTHEW
The future is no place
To place your better days
Cry freedom cry
From a crowd 10,000 wide
Hope laid upon hope
That this crowd will not subside
Let this flag burn to dust
And a new a fair design be raised
While we wait head in hands
Hands in prayer
And fall into a dreamless sleep again
And we wave our hands
Hands and feet are all alike
But gold between divide us
Hands and feet are all alike
But fear between divide us
All slip away
There was a window and by it stood
A mirror in which
He could see himself
He thought of something
Something he had never had but hoped would come along
Cry freedom, cry
From deep inside
Where we are all confined
While we wave hands in fire
Wave our hands
- CRY FREEDOM, BY DAVE MATTHEW
What do you all think about music stars and the poetry they make? Can we consider it poetry? What do you think, specifically about Dave? He´s superb right?
p.s.
Crazy how it feels tonight
Crazy how you make it all alright love
You crush me with the things you do
I do for you anything
(…)
I wonder this
Could tomorrow be
So wondrous as you there sleeping
Let's go drive 'til morning comes
Watch the sunrise
To fill our souls up
Drink some wine 'til we get drunk
It's crazy I'm thinking
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?
Lovely lady
Let me drink you please
I won't spill a drop, I promise you
Lying under this spell you cast on me
Each moment
The more I love you
Crush me
Come on
(…)
To each other we'll be facing
By love we'll beat back the pain
We've found you know
I mean to tell you all the things
I've been thinking deep inside
My friend
With each moment the more I love you
- CRUSH, BY DAVE MATTHEWS
Swing in this tree
Oh I am bounce around so well
Branch to branch,
limb to limb you see
All in a day's dream
I'm stuck
like the other monkeys here
I am a humble monkey
Sitting up in here again
But then came the day
I climbed out of these safe limbs
Ventured away
Walking tall, head high up and singing
I went to the city
Car horns, corners and the gritty
Now I am the proudest monkey
you've ever seen
Then comes the day
Staring at myself I turn to question me
I wonder do I want the simple
simple life that I once lived in well
Oh things were quiet then
In a way they were the better days
But now I am the proudest monkey
you've ever seen
- - PROUDEST MONEKY, BY DAVE MATTHEW
The future is no place
To place your better days
Cry freedom cry
From a crowd 10,000 wide
Hope laid upon hope
That this crowd will not subside
Let this flag burn to dust
And a new a fair design be raised
While we wait head in hands
Hands in prayer
And fall into a dreamless sleep again
And we wave our hands
Hands and feet are all alike
But gold between divide us
Hands and feet are all alike
But fear between divide us
All slip away
There was a window and by it stood
A mirror in which
He could see himself
He thought of something
Something he had never had but hoped would come along
Cry freedom, cry
From deep inside
Where we are all confined
While we wave hands in fire
Wave our hands
- CRY FREEDOM, BY DAVE MATTHEW