Ashes to ashes, we all fall down

Dave Matthews’s music frequently meditates on the fleeting nature of life.  My favorite is this song from his solo album, where our narrator is considering the lives bracketed by the dates chiseled onto tombstones. He both recognizes that he will one day join them in the ground and clings to the denial of mortality; he begs to not be taken all six feet down, so that he can still feel, still be alive.  Of course, the gravedigger treats all the same, from the little boy who died on his bike to the grandpa who lived “forever” to 103.

I’ve chosen the live recording of this song, because Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds are acoustic heaven together.