Aaron Weiss
Aaron Weiss is the lead vocalist and lyricist for Philadelphia, Pennsylvania-based band mewithoutYou.
You strike the match... why not be utterly changed to fire?
To sacrifice the shadow and the mist of a brief life you never much liked?
Her soul in the balance, my heart in her hands
I made her a widow, she made me a man.
Down by the tracks watching trains go by
To remind me: there are places that aren't here.
As the Moon rose and the hour grew late,
The day help on a Coconut estate raked up the dry leaves that fell dead from the trees,
Which they burned in a pile by the lake.
The Beetle King summoned his men, and from the top of the Rhododendron stem:
"Calling all volunteers who can carry back here, the Great Mystery's been lit once again."
The invisible is seen among the shadows and the mist:
Before my doubting eyes,
The infinite appears this time,
The unquestionable is questioned
But makes no reply!
Now you say you wanna be set free?
And wanna set me free?
Well I'm told that can only come from
A union with the One who never dies.
When I satisfied each need invented by my eyes,
I was a nest by a fox's hole or dirt underneath your boot soles.
Then I satisfied each need invented by my eyes,
Till it was nothing like I'd imagined.
The needle's worn the grooves too deep!
On a bus ride into town, I wondered out loud, "Why am I going to town?"
As I looked around at the billboards and the stores I thought, "Why do I look around?"
And I kissed the filthy ground... the first dry spot I found...
I didn't have to wonder why I was laying down.
Ya sabur, subhannallahi, a'udhu billahi minash-shaitanir-rajim,
al-hamdu lilllah, bismillahir rahmanir rahim.
The sun and the moon,
I want to see both worlds as One!
I was dead then alive,
She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine;
You can pour us out, we won't mind,
As scratch around the mouth of the glass, "My life is no longer mine."
What effect is without a cause?
Brother! I am far away from everything good.
The harder the rain, the lower the flowers in the garden bend:
I'd rather never talk again
Than to continue to pretend that this never ends.
You made this world to look so nice
I wonder what the next one's like?
Oh, rejoice, the Cleansing of my lips... rejoice, Salvation of my soul!
I still have a thousand half-loves... oh, my God!
I want to shoot myself just thinking about it!
And you think I don't mean what I say?
But good Angel, don't I get a warning sign
Before it's my time to go?
I do not exist, we faithfully insist,
While watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew.
If ever You come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as You.
And You dance inside my chest where no one sees You!