Biografía:
Grupo de Filadelfia, Pensilvania, dentro de la onda Indie Rock, pero con un estilo duro, muy interesante por su contundencia.
La escritura del nombre de la banda es mewithoutYou, la mayúscula en You se refiere a Dios. Sus miembros son Aaron Weiss (voz, guitarra acústica, acordeón, trompeta, teclados), Michael Weiss (guitarra, teclado, voz), Greg Jehanian (bajo, guitarra, v) y Richard Mazzotta (batería). Empezó como una banda alterna, pues los hermanos Weiss tenían una banda llamada The Operation.
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Otras canciones:
- 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
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[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
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Prostrate in the streets every crescent moon
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Lonesome offspring of which still resound
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With the victimless sins of their authors passed down
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And the remnants of loathsome, disjointed worlds
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Along the short path round the lily pad pond
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With off-white deerskin wedding dress on
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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
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[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