Aaron Weiss
Aaron Weiss is the lead vocalist and lyricist for Philadelphia, Pennsylvania-based band mewithoutYou.
I wrote a little song for you
With a melody I'd borrowed put to words that didn't rhyme
To repeat what you already knew;
As the stones thrown at your window tapped in syncopation,
You kept a distance out of fear you'd break,
But what good's a single windchime, hanging quiet all alone?
Why tear off a single page when you can throw away the book?
My life's a cup of sugar I borrowed before time began and forgot to return.
Open wide my door, my Lord, to whatever makes me love You more.
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.
Put music to our troubles and we'll dance them away.
You wear a thin disguise,
O, Light within my Brother's eyes!
In everywhere we look,
In everyone we meet,
In every blade of grass,
Allah, Allah, Allah, in everyone we meet.
The music our collisions make!
I do not exist, only You exist.
And the snake who'd held the world, a stick, a carrot and string
Was crushed beneath the foot of Your not wanting anything.
Shadow am I!
Like a suspicion that's never confirmed
But it's never denied!
Wolf am I...
And all of what little joy in the world
Seemed suddenly simple and endlessly mine.
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!
You think you're you, but you don't know who you are, you're not you... you're Everyone Else.
Isa ruhu-lah 'alaihis-salat was-salam!
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.
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.
Oh, doubters, let's go down...
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.