Aaron Weiss
Aaron Weiss is the lead vocalist and lyricist for Philadelphia, Pennsylvania-based band mewithoutYou.
Please, catch for us the foxes in the vineyard... the little foxes.
Shadow am I!
Like a suspicion that's never confirmed
But it's never denied!
Wolf am I...
He made the world a grassy road before our bare, wandering feet,
Then crushed the stones into the softest sand between our toes...
You've got it all turned upside-down.
Does the rain that's sent each spring anew to fall on her not fall on you?
You project on her your inward scenes, she's a blank, external movie screen.
But the One who looks out from your eyes looks through hers and through mine.
Oh, doubters, let's go down...
Even the wind lay still,
Our essence was fire and cold and movement, movement...
Oh, if they ask you for the sign of the father in you,
Tell them it's movement, movement, movement and... repose.
Caught me making eyes at the other boatman's wives,
And heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters,
I'd set my course for land, but you well understand
It takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters.
Isa ruhu-lah 'alaihis-salat was-salam!
You think you're you, but you don't know who you are, you're not you... you're Everyone Else.
So turn your ears, you musicians, to silence
Because they only come out when it's quiet,
Their tails brushing over your eyelids...
Oh, wake up, sleepers, and rise from the dead!
And all of what little joy in the world
Seemed suddenly simple and endlessly mine.
Why pluck one string when you can strum the guitar?
And the snake who'd held the world, a stick, a carrot and string
Was crushed beneath the foot of Your not wanting anything.
I do not exist, only You exist.
The music our collisions make!
In everywhere we look,
In everyone we meet,
In every blade of grass,
Allah, Allah, Allah, in everyone we meet.
You wear a thin disguise,
O, Light within my Brother's eyes!
Put music to our troubles and we'll dance them away.
There, strapped like a watch on my wrist
That's finished with gold but can't tell time,
Was all of what little pleasure exists
Seductively sold and uselessly mine.
Open wide my door, my Lord, to whatever makes me love You more.