(I was rereading some old blogs I had written and wanted to post this one here. )
If I could just hold on to memories....memories going way back.
My first love, my first kiss...the feeling..the thrill...seriously. There is no comparison. It's being alive...totally alive. Smelling his shirt, feeling the breeze in my hair, feeling the moment. Feeling and experiencing the aliveness.
So what the hell has happened? Why is not like that now?
Have I been numbed into comfort? Just saying. That's why I like Dave Matthews. His songs capture that for me again. Life is so precious, all of it. Especially the young part. It's so form-able It was essential in making me who am I am, for better or for worse. No judgement, just is.
"Old Dirt Hill (Bring That Beat Back)"
Bring that beat back to me again
Come on take me back, 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
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
(Dave Matthews)
Come on take me back, 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
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
(Dave Matthews)
When I was young, I felt like I was flying at times. Seriously flying.
I remember being 13 and riding the ferris wheel with my boyfriend, holding hands. Nothing was sweeter. Nothing was more innocent.
I mean he really liked me. Bo, his name was Bo. Just a kid ya know.
So, it's late and I just wanted to share. I'm sitting here listening to Dave and reminiscing Until tomorrow.
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