Oh no, I knew it. He's Ti-ESTp. Gah. This song makes me crazy in the best of ways.
Oh no, I knew it. He's Ti-ESTp. Gah. This song makes me crazy in the best of ways.
IEI-Fe 4w3
man, whatever the horrible music type is.
6w5 sx
model Φ: -+0
sloan - rcuei
i just don't like dave matthews period. i'm also very aware that i'm in the minority here hah.
6w5 sx
model Φ: -+0
sloan - rcuei
yes, Ti-SLE ... I don't like his music much, but that's the correct typing.
Ti-ESTp indeed. I like most of their concert versions of songs, but some of the albums feel repetitive. He's a cool motherfucker, though.
4w3-5w6-8w7
This is their best live song IMO, and a pretty classic beta anthem
Foreboding, climactic, resounding.
4w3-5w6-8w7
he's a good songwriter in the way the eagles are good songwriters. somewhat complex, easy to understand, but not entirely unique. their drummer is pretty great despite being a terrible soloist. i think he is an si type. probably esfj or something. or maybe not. he's hard to type. 'turn up the eagles i think the neighbors are listening..' +1 if anybody knows this.
Last edited by olduser; 07-10-2009 at 07:27 PM.
asd
Ah Dave Matthews...I love this song:
Crash Into Me
Who knew a song about a peeping tom could be so beautifulYou've got your ball
you've got your chain
tied to me tight tie me up again
who's got their claws
in you my friend
Into your heart I'll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
and sweet you roll
Lost for you I'm so lost for you
You come crash into me
And I come into you
I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream
Touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
I'm bare boned and crazy for you
When you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream
If I've gone overboard
Then I'm begging you
to forgive me
in my haste
When I'm holding you so girl
close to me
Oh and you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
Hike up your skirt a little more
and show the world to me
Hike up your skirt a little more
and show your world to me
In a boys dream.. In a boys dream
Oh I watch you there
through the window
And I stare at you
You wear nothing but you
wear it so well
tied up and twisted
the way I'd like to be
For you, for me, come crash
into me
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath