Old Dirt Hill

Dave Mathew' one of a kind. He just seems to go on and on doing his thing and boy is he brilliant or what? This is my current favourite track and symbolizes everything that seems to be going on in my tiny lil brain. All the fun, the naiveness, the thrill, the risk, the nostalgia, everything... just everything seems to come out in this song.

Try and see his live version that he performed at Radio City. I know of many people who just can't seem to understand what he is upto. That's precisely it, he writes as he thinks, doesn't matter if the world agrees or comprehends, it sure makes mighty sense to him. And if you are able to relate to it, then it so bloody hell does make sense. Watch the master doing what he does best and you'll know what I am talking about. If not, what the heck, it makes for a good listening.

Old Dirt Hill

"Bring that beat back to me again

Come on take me back, can't catch me can't catch me
Bring that beat back to me again
Come on take me back, can't catch me can't catch me

Can't catch me ride my bike down the old dirt hill,
First time without my training wheels.
First time I kissed you I lost my legs,
Bring that beat back to me again.
I hear scream and shout out loud of innocence
And days when all we did would never end.

Bring that beat back to me again
Come on take me back, can't catch me can't catch me
Bring that beat back to me again
Come on take me back, take me there, can't catch me can't catch me

Smoking under the railroad bridge
I used to ride my bike down that old dirt hill
The first time I kissed you I lost my legs
Bring that beat back to me again
I hear scream and shout out loud of innocence
Days when all we did would never end

Screaming down that old dirt hill

Bring that beat back to me again

She stole __
That's when the days I remember seem so far away

That's just a kid. That's what I miss. Just a kid.
That's what I miss

Oh take me back, take me back to that beat again
Smoking on the railroad bridge

Bring that beat back to me again
First time all with good, good friends.

(Can't catch me, can't catch me)
Bring that beat back to me again

Take a bow.