A Little Something for Ya...

Dave Matthews can be irreverent. He can be vulgar. He can be nonchalant. He's sometimes attuned to the different drummer. I don't especially care for his politics. I respect him as a great artist. This video is typical of his genius. His music has always given me pause to think. This video is typical of that quality. It's also 10 years old. Enough. Daughters of mine, thank you for turning me on to Dave. I love you both. It's over 5 minutes long. I am posting the written lyrics below the video. And I blatantly stole this from beagle's page. I think she will approve:

She was his girl; he was her boyfriend
She'd be his wife and make him her husband
A surprise on the way, any day, any day
One healthy little giggling dribbling baby boy
The wise men came, three made their way
To shower Him with love
While He lay in the hay
Shower Him with love love love
Love love love
Love love was all around

Not very much of His childhood was known
Kept His mother Mary worried
Always out on His own
He met another Mary who for a reasonable fee,
less than reputable was known to be.

His heart full of love love love
Love love love
Love love was all around

When Jesus Christ was nailed to His tree
Said "oh, Daddy-o, I can see how it all soon will be
I came to shed a little light on this darkening scene
Instead I fear I've spilled the blood of my children all around"

The blood of my children all around
The blood of my children's all around

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

Rumors insisted He soon would be
For His deviations
Taken into custody
By the authorities less informed than He.
Drinkers and Jokers all soul searchers
Searching for love love love
Love love love
Love love was all around

Preparations were made
For His celebration day
He said "eat this bread and think of it as me
Drink this wine and dream it will be
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children's all around
The blood of our children all around

Father up above, why in all this hatred do you fill
Me up with love, love, love
Love love love
Love love was all around
Father up above, why in all this anger do you fill
Me up with love, fill me love love love
Love love love
all you need is love
you can't buy me love
Love love love
Love love
And the blood of our children's all around

"Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love!"
~Hamilton Wright Mabie