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Dave Matthews Band: Busted Stuff

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Label: RCA Records
Released: 2002
Time:
 54:38
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Stephen Harris
Rating: ********** (10/10)
Media type: CD / DVD
Web address: www.davematthewsband.com
Appears with: Boyd Tinsley
Purchase date: 2002.08.19
Price in €: 27,99



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[1] Busted Stuff (D.J.Matthews/D.J.Matthews) - 3:47
[2] Grey Street (D.J.Matthews/D.J.Matthews) - 5:06
[3] Where Are You Going (D.J.Matthews/D.J.Matthews) - 3:51
[4] You Never Know (D.J.Matthews/D.J.Matthews) - 5:52
[5] Captain (D.J.Matthews/D.J.Matthews) - 3:45
[6] Raven (D.J.Matthews/D.J.Matthews) - 5:36
[7] Grace Is Gone (D.J.Matthews/D.J.Matthews) - 4:38
[8] Kit Kat Jam (D.J.Matthews/D.J.Matthews) - 3:32
[9] Digging a Ditch (D.J.Matthews/D.J.Matthews) - 4:47
[10] Big Eyed Fish (D.J.Matthews/D.J.Matthews) - 5:04
[11] Bartender (D.J.Matthews/D.J.Matthews) - 8:31

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DAVE MATTHEWS - Guitars, Vocals, Art Dircetion, Design
BOYD TINSLEY - Violin
LEROI MOORE - Saxophone, Penny Whistle
CARTER BEAUFORD - Drums
STEFAN LESSARD - Bass, Dobro, Piano, Hammond B3 Organ

LEFF LEFFERTS - Engineer
JOHN NELSON - Engineer
JOHN ALAGÍA - Mixing
TED JENSEN - Mastering
THANE KERNER - Art Direction, Design, Digital Collage
GARY ASHLEY - Assistant Photographer
PAT MCGUIRE - Artist Relations
DANNY CLINCH - Art Direction, Design, Photography
CORAN CAPSHOW - Management

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2002 CD RCA 68117
2002 CS RCA 68117

The brand new studio album from DAVE MATTHEWS BAND is an enhanced CD that includes 11 new songs. The enhanced portion of the CD features special access to unreleased material, video footage, performances, and interviews!



The Dave Matthews Band may not have released the Lillywhite Sessions — the semi-legendary soul-searching album recorded in 2000 but abandoned in favor of the heavy-handed, laborious Glen Ballard-produced Everyday — but they couldn't escape its shadow. Every review, every article surrounding the release of Everyday mentioned it, often claiming it was better than the released project — an opinion the band seemed to support by playing many numbers from the widely bootlegged lost album on tour in 2001. Since they couldn't run away from the Lillywhite Sessions, they decided to embrace it, albeit on their own terms. They didn't just release the album, as is. They picked nine of the best songs from the sessions, reworked some of them a bit, tinkered with the lyrics, re-recorded the tunes with a different producer (Stephen Harris, a veteran of post-Brit-pop bands like the Bluetones, plus engineer on U2's All That You Can't Leave Behind), added two new songs, and came up with Busted Stuff, a polished commercial spin on music widely considered the darkest, most revealing work Matthews has yet created. Remarkably, these songs not only retain their emotional core even after they've been cleaned up, but they perhaps even gain more resonance in this setting. After all, Steve Lillywhite is hardly Steve Albini, and while the initial versions of these songs were raw, it was as much because they were not quite finished as they were Matthews exposing his soul. Here, these songs have been completed, not just in the writing but in the arrangement and production, so they sound just as personal to Dave Matthews, but also sound like fully realized DMB songs. And while they do jam a bit — in, surprise!, a song called "Kit Kat Jam" — that's not the emphasis of their performances; in these slow, moody pieces, they provide supple support to Matthews' elliptical, winding melodies and searching lyrics. The band sounds unified, and so does the album; one of the new songs, "Where Are You Going," sounded dull on its first appearance on the Mr. Deeds soundtrack, but here, it's part of the fabric of the album, equally effective in sustaining the reflective, not depressive, tone of the album. Here, there's none of the loose-limbed, frat-boy funk from DMB's previous albums, none of the smirking jokiness that has plagued their up-tempo jams, while the heartache and yearning that once seemed affected in their ballads is palpably real. It's not so much a departure as it is an unexpected twist in their career. By leaving behind the key elements that defined their music, DMB has revealed that they can hit a deeper emotional chord and, in the process, deliver what's unquestionably the best album of their career.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine - All-Music Guide, © 1992 - 2002 AEC One Stop Group, Inc.



Dave Matthews is rightly regarded as an artist who found success on his own terms -- critics, record companies and mainstream convention be damned. But that reputation took a hit last year when Matthews scrapped an unusually somber, nearly finished album with longtime producer Steve Lillywhite and instead released Everyday, a collection of bright, concise tunes recorded with pop producer Glen Ballard that muted his quintet's instrumental eccentricities. The chief virtue of Everyday was that it put an emphasis on the songs rather than on the overly busy arrangements and solos that had been Matthews' trademark, but some of the band's fans thought it went too far. Now Matthews returns with Busted Stuff, which resurrects nine of the dozen tunes from the Lillywhite sessions and tries to find a middle ground between the darker folk introspection of the aborted album and the pop pithiness of Everyday.

The new versions of the leftover songs sharpen the melodies and shorten the arrangements: The sax riff on "Raven" now swaggers, and the concert staple "Bartender" is trimmed by nearly two minutes. Some clunkiness remains, particularly when the band tries to turn "Kit Kat Jam" into a funky stroll; drummer Carter Beauford is better at painting with percussion than at rocking a groove.

The band still tends to overplay: Its fussiness undercuts the strongest of the new tracks, "You Never Know," even as the singer reaches for some falsetto salvation. Similarly, "Grey Street" is spackled with pretty instrumental colors, but they never match the intensity of Matthews' vocal.

Faring far better are "Grace Is Gone," which evokes the haunted air of a classic country murder ballad such as "Long Black Veil," and "Digging a Ditch," which the quintet patiently imbues with a hymnlike glow. At its best, Busted Stuff suggests that Everyday was a controversial but necessary detour. After years of trying to build memorable songs out of an awkward mix of jazzy instrumentation and singer-songwriter introspection, Busted Stuff suggests a new lesson is starting to take hold: Sometimes simplicity is the best route to the heart of the song.

GREG KOT
RS 902 - August 8, 2002
© Copyright 2002 RollingStone.com



Dave Matthews doesn't exactly seem thrilled about this release. But how would you feel if you made an album with a producer you didn't like, dumped it, and then woke up one morning to find it leaked on the Internet and available at every bootleg stall in New York City? That's pretty much what happened with "The Lillywhite Sessions," the unreleased, darker predecessor to the blockbuster Everyday album. Rather than turn their back on the fans, however, Matthews and company returned to the studio to do the job right. On Busted Stuff, they revive those solemn songs with diligent intensity, creating lovely swaths of melancholy and transcendence. Elegant tracks like "Grace Is Gone" and "Digging a Ditch" replace the dreary gloss of the last album with dazzling intimacy, and even the band's usual tendency for meandering jazz-rock flights is kept in check by the sheer weight of the material. Impressive stuff, in spite of what Matthews apparently thinks.

Aidin Vaziri, Amazon.com



Maybe Dave Matthews is being coy on "Busted Stuff." The title comes from the first track, a slinky, acoustic jaunt about brokenheartedness that gives saxophonist Leroi Moore more space then he got on the entirety of the band's more pop-oriented "Everyday." You have to wonder if Matthews isn't implying this "Busted Stuff" is now fixed, given its origins. Nine of the 11 tracks were first recorded with producer Steve Lillywhite in 2000. Deemed too depressing, the project was shelved, and the band released the cheerier "Everyday." "The Lillywhite Sessions" survived as a heavily downloaded favorite. Now "The Lillywhite Sessions" has been transformed into "Busted Stuff", with some vocal and lyrical tweaks and a slightly brighter tone. Purists may quibble, but it's a pleasure to have songs such as "Grey Street", the epic "Bartender" and the melancholy "Where Are You Going" the way the band wants them to be heard.

SARAH RODMAN
© Copyright by the Boston Herald
 

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BUSTED STUFF

Haha, look at that girl
Woman...

Not enough, never too much
The woman look just like love
Rolling stone gathers no moss
But leave a trail of busted stuff

I know she's gonna leave my broken heart behind her
I take what she's giving up
I know she's gonna leave this broken man behind her
I take what she's giving up

Sweet sugar lips push from the hips
Woman looks just like love
Without a care she floats above
She got me down here looking up

I know she's gonna leave my broken heart behind her
I take what she's giving up
I know she's gonna leave my broken heart behind
Yeah, yeah...

She me one
She my one
She my one
Little love
When she move
She move so cool
She make me feel just like a fool
But inside where the devil hides
Women looks just like love

I know she's gonna leave my broken heart behind
I take what she's giving up, oh
I know she's gonna leave my broken heart behind her now
I get what she's giving up, oh

I know she's gonna leave her broken man behind
Hey, yeah...

She my one
She my one
She the one for me
Yeah...

I know she's gonna leave my broken heart behind
Yeah, yeah...

She my one...


GREY STREET

Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street.
She thinks, "Hey, how did I come to this?"
I dream myself a thousand times around the world
But I can't get out of this place.
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her it might
She says "I pray But they fall on deaf ears,
am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place? "
There's lonliness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
There's a stranger speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them as real as anything
It'd take the work out of courage
But she says "Please
There's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door,
I live on the corner of Grey Street
And the end of the world. "
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'll do anyrthing to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It's more like cold blue ice in her heart
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
And it breaks her heart
It breaks her heart
To Grey


WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

Where are you going
with your long face pulling down?
Don’t hide away like an ocean
But you can’t see, but you can smell
And the sound waves crash down

I am no superman
I have no reasons (answers) for you
I am no hero, oh that’s for sure
But I do know one thing for sure
Is where you are is where I belong

I do know, where you go, is where I want to be
Where are you going, where do you go?
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 (You're okay)

I am no superman
I have no answers for you
I am no hero, oh that’s for sure
But I do know one thing for sure
Is where you are, is where I belong
I do know, where you go
Is where I want to be

Where are you going, where do you go?
[interlude]

Where do you go, where are you going?
Where do you go?

I am no Superman, I have no answers for you
I am no hero, oh that's for sure
But I do know one thing, is where you are,
is where I belong
I do know where you go, is where I want to be.
Where are you going, where do you go?

Tell me where are you going, where do you go?
Where?
Let's go.


YOU NEVER KNOW

Sitting still as stone
watching, watching
people walking by
wondering why
no one ever stops to talk
or thinks about what if they ever did

What if God shuffled by
one day we might see
we're doing not a thing
like breathing just to breathe
we might find some reason

But rushing around seems whats wrong with the world
don't lose the dreams inside your head
they'll only be there til' you're dead
dream

Lying on the roof
counting
the suns that fill the sky
I wonder is
someone in the heavens looking back down on me
I'll never know

So much space to believe
funny when you're small
the moon follows the car
there's no one but you see
hey the moon is chasing me

I worried if I looked away she'd be gone
don't lose the dreams inside your head
they'll only be there til' you're dead
dream

Oh oh oh
walking through the wood
no cares in the world
the world
she's come to play
she's all mine just for a day

There's not a moment to lose in the game
don't let the troubles in your head
steal too much time, you'll soon be dead
so play

Oh fall down
it won't be so long now
out of the darkness
comes light like a flash
you think you can
you think you can
sometimes that is the problem
dream little darling, dream

Spinning on the wind
the leaf fell from the limb
and everyday should be a good day to die
oh fall down
it won't be too long now
every fire dies out
I find it hard to explain
how I've got here
I think I can
I think I can
then again I will falter
dream, oh I think I can I think I can
I think I can
dream little darling, dream

Spinning on the wind
the leaf fell from the limb


CAPTAIN

Crazy as I may,
Make my way through this world,
Oh, it's for no one but me to say,
What direction I should turn in now.

Cause I am the captain of this ship,
Wanting eyes and kissing lips.
The same as it was,
And will remain until I'm done and gone.

Strange, but it seems,
There's mutiny brewing inside of me now.
I don't want your pity,
Just the promise that I'll be alright.

Cause I am the captain of this ship,
Curious hands and fingertips.
The same as it was,
And will be until I'm gone.

Oh, I know I'm a dreamer,
Still think it's strange?
I won't be here for long.
Oh, I know that I feel,
Oh, wait and go again, Again.

Oh, look, I'm buried,
Like a cancer eating away inside of me.
I don't want your pity,
Only the promise that I'll be okay now.

But I am the captain of this ship,
Curious hands and fingertips.
The same as it was before here,
Here, back after all.

Why should I be hypnotized,
By the promise of a long life?
Why should I hold hope,
In tiny, tiny dribbles that glide by?
Why should I lean on everything... upon
I won't be here long....

Oh, I know I'm a dreamer,
Still seems a truth.
I won't be long for here.
Oh, it's so, but I think I lay this,
On now your lips.
I'm drowning


RAVEN

What you got what you got in your hand?
a father said to son
I got the whole world here Daddy
between my fingers and my thumb
Well you take care of it please-- its the only one
Well it would take me a life time old man
to undo what you've done

Oh come on now boy think-- what would Jesus do?
He shake his head like an angry mother
Smoke the boy and say I did what I could do
But you take care of it please
It's the only one you got
And it'd take ten lifetimes boy to undo what I've done

Boy shrugged walked away
The man stood and watched as he was leaving
Boy shrugged walked away
The man stood alone thinking
One hand is bleeding
and the other holds a gun

While everything is open
Everything is shut down,down, down
Begin to ending is really
Just a go round, and round, and round
As I stand here-- the ground beneath is nothing
more than one point of view

What you got what you got in your hand?
Your secrets safe with me
Well I found the truth friend
Let me whisper in your ear
Take good care of it please
Its the only one there is
Can I twist it please can I give it just a little twist?

One hand is open and the other hands holds the gun
Everything is open
Now everything coming down, down, down
No one is hoping,even if you know
You never know it all
Nothing more than my point of view
Boy shrugged walked away
The man stood and watched as he was leaving
The man stood there twisting


GRACE IS GONE

Neon shines through smokey eyes tonight
It's 2 A.M., I'm drunk again
And it's heavy on my mind

I could never love again
So much as I love you
Where you end, where I begin
Is like a river running through

Take my heart, take my eyes
I need them no more
If never again they fall
Upon the one I so adore...

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
Another drink and I'll be gone

One drink to remember
Then another to forget
I think of every day to find
A love like you again

One drink to remember
And another to forget

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
Another drink and I'll be gone
One more drink and I'll move on

You think of things impossible
Then the sun refuse to shine
I woke with you beside me
Your cold hand lay in mine

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
Another drink and I'll go...

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
Another drink and I'll move on
One more drink and I'll move on
One more drink, my grace is gone.


KIT KAT JAM

Hey, golden girl, with your hair swinging down
All of this love you have going round
What will you do when the gold turns to grey?
Have you thought now
Well, what the hay, give us some

Cover yourself with the safety of lies
You'll find it's easier 'til you face dying
Oh, sweetest smile in a confident come along
All of this longing you will done

Up and out, goes to your heart
And you will make yourself higher up, little fool
And love and go down and pay to go on
We'll lie on water, and oh
On the way back I slip on the ceiling

Caught you just then, hands were in the cookie jar
How can we share when you sneak up and go?
I've no intention of losing by beard
How they design and then we go again

Oh God, them horses were racing
And, oh, bring me down
Could put Humpty Dumpty back together again
Now the wall won't hold anyone
I walk in the slide
Wait and reach your lady
This is the short one
Short way to lay in

Oh, let her leave my hand I've given up
Whoa, how is too late now

Oh, free, just...
Were you lying?


DIGGING A DITCH

Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Unplug the TV
Turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch

Cause I'm digging a ditch where madness gives
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch for when I'm old
Digging a ditch where stories told
Where all these troubles
That weigh down on me will rise
Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Where all these worries
Weigh heavy on my heart
Will rise, will rise, will rise...

Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Unplug the TV
Turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch

Cause I'm diggin a ditch where madness gives
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch and when I'm through
Digging this ditch I'll dig in for you
Where all these disappointments
That grow angry out of me will rise

Unto your dremaing
When you're alone
Not what you're sure be or what you've become
Just getting heavy on with digging your ditch

Cause I'm digging a ditch where madness gives
I'm digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch and when I'm through
Digging a ditch I'll give one you
Where all these disappointments
That grow angry out of me will rise

Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Where all these habits
That weigh down on me will die
Will die, will die, will die...

Unto your dreaming
When you're alone
Unplug the TV
Turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch


BIG EYED FISH

Story of a man,
Who decided not to breathe.
Turned red, purple, then blue.
Colorful indeed.
No matter how his friends begged,
Well, he would not concede,
And now he's dead.
You see, cause everybody knows,
You got to breathe.

But, oh God,
Under the weight of life,
Things seem brighter on the other side...
Lighter on the other side...

Another one: See this monkey sitting on a tree,
One day, decided to climb down,
And run off to the city.
Look at him now, Tired and drunk
And living on the street.
As good as dead.
You see, a monkey should know,
Stay up your tree.

But, oh God,
Under the weight of life,
Things seem brighter on the other side.
Oh, God,
But under the weight of life,
Things seem much brighter on the other side.

No way, no way, no way.... out... of here...

Another one: A big eyed fish,
Yeah, swimming in the sea,
Oh, how he dreamed.
He wants to be a bird,
Swooping, diving through the breeze.
One day, he caught a big blue wave,
Up onto the beach,
And now he's dead.
You see, a fish's dream,
Should stay in the sea.

But, oh God,
Under the weight of life,
Things seem brighter on the other side.

No way... no way...no way...out... of here...

No way out of life.


BARTENDER

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

Oh, and if I die
Before my time
Oh, sweet sister of mine
Please don't regret me if I die

Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground

Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground

I'm on bended knees, I pray
Bartender, please

When I was young, I didn't think about it
Now I just can't get it off my mind

I'm on bended knees
Father, please

If all this gold
Should steal my soul away
Oh, dear mother of mine
Please redirect me if this gold...

Bartender, you see
The wine that's drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the Devil's tree
It's roots deep, deep in the ground

Bartender, you see
The wine that's drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the Devil's tree
It's roots deep, deep in the ground
In the ground...

I'm on bended knees
Oh, Bartender, please

I'm on bended knees
Father, please

When I was young, I didn't dream about it
Now I think about it all the time

I'm on bended knees
Oh, Bartender, please
Bartender, please

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