Biography:
mewithoutYou is an American band from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania that formed in 2001. They are known for their warbling vocal style and introspective lyrics of lead vocalist Aaron Weiss, as well as their prominent bass riffs and atmospheric guitar.
The band was originally conceived as a side project. The Weiss brothers and Kleinberg were playing together in another band called The Operation (who released one album, 2001's There Is Hope for a Tree Cut Down
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Other songs:
- A Stick A Carrot A String
- Brownish Spider
- Bullet To Binary
- Cardiff Giant
- Cattail Down
- Fiji Mermaid
- In A Sweater Poorly Knit
- Messes Of Men
- Nine Stories
- Orange Spider
- Paper Hanger
- The Angel Of Death To David's Room
- The Fox The Crow And The Cookie
- The King Beetle On A Coconut Estate
- Timothy Hay
- Yellow Spider
- Allah Allah Allah
- August 6Th
- Bears Vision Of St Agnes
- Bethlehem Wv
- Blue Hen
- Break On Through To The Other Side Pt Two
- Bullet To Binary Part 2
- Chapelcross Towns
- Cleos Ferry Cemetery
- Disaster Tourism
- Dorothy
- Elephant In The Dock
- Every Thought A Thought Of You
- Four Fires
- Goodbye I
- In A Sweater Poorely Knit
- In Bloom
- Julian The Onion
- Kristy W The Sparkling Teeth
- Lilac Queen
- Magic Lantern Days
- Mexican War Streets
- More Grist For The Malady Mill
- New Wine New Skins
- Pale Horses
- Rainbow Signs
- Son Of A Widow
- Spider Trilogy
- The Angel Of Death Came To Davids Room
- Watermelon Ascot
- Winter Solstice
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Verse]
Bm D
Aug. 6th, carved in desks with old knives:
A
“Back when our common cause was alive
Bm
And--let’s say--the hyacinth fields were in bloom
D
Children watched as the soldiers marched by
A
All the birds fell like frogs from the sky
Bm
Prostrate in the streets every crescent moon
D
Lonesome offspring of which still resound
A
With the victimless sins of their authors passed down
Bm
And the remnants of loathsome, disjointed worlds
D
Along the short path round the lily pad pond
A
With off-white deerskin wedding dress on
Bm
German songs, homemade bonnets like old-order, amish girls jilted by squirrels
D
In the parks of Sioux Falls haunted by church bells
A
Like ghosts of applause and the earth deep down tire-stacked walls like
Bm D A
New Mexico, peaceful as moth-bitten pincushion dolls making up myths about wounds without cause...”
Bm
And sometimes when it’s quiet my heart feels like Guernica
D
[scenes from old air raid] on screens in blue dusk
A
Perfumed neighborhoods/graveyards the breath feels like flies in my lungs, voice like ambulance
Bm
Sirens whose light floods the ground
D
(“praying mantis spreads arms” said the lines of whose palm?)
A
Skyline shifting like clouds became “airplane descends”
Bm
[fade to scenes on the ground] human foreheads all smashed
D
Foreign cars upside down, insect mouths open wide
A
I stared down a huge insect, bright red-glowing eyes
Bm
[does it feel wrong to say a thought “metastasized”?], legs on both highway sides
[Break]
F#m A G
(Said insect was mechanized!)
F#m A G Em
F#m A G
(Said insect was mechanized!)
Bm D
Aug. 6th, carved in desks with old knives:
A
“Back when our common cause was alive
Bm
And--let’s say--the hyacinth fields were in bloom
D
Children watched as the soldiers marched by
A
All the birds fell like frogs from the sky
Bm
Prostrate in the streets every crescent moon
D
Lonesome offspring of which still resound
A
With the victimless sins of their authors passed down
Bm
And the remnants of loathsome, disjointed worlds
D
Along the short path round the lily pad pond
A
With off-white deerskin wedding dress on
Bm
German songs, homemade bonnets like old-order, amish girls jilted by squirrels
D
In the parks of Sioux Falls haunted by church bells
A
Like ghosts of applause and the earth deep down tire-stacked walls like
Bm D A
New Mexico, peaceful as moth-bitten pincushion dolls making up myths about wounds without cause...”
Bm
And sometimes when it’s quiet my heart feels like Guernica
D
[scenes from old air raid] on screens in blue dusk
A
Perfumed neighborhoods/graveyards the breath feels like flies in my lungs, voice like ambulance
Bm
Sirens whose light floods the ground
D
(“praying mantis spreads arms” said the lines of whose palm?)
A
Skyline shifting like clouds became “airplane descends”
Bm
[fade to scenes on the ground] human foreheads all smashed
D
Foreign cars upside down, insect mouths open wide
A
I stared down a huge insect, bright red-glowing eyes
Bm
[does it feel wrong to say a thought “metastasized”?], legs on both highway sides
[Break]
F#m A G
(Said insect was mechanized!)
F#m A G Em
F#m A G
(Said insect was mechanized!)
Mia Dimši (...)
Mia Martini
Mia Shanks
Miah G
Miau Trío