Biografia:
O mewithoutYou é uma banda de rock da Filadélfia (Pensilvânia, EUA) formada no ano 2000. A banda começou como um projeto paralelo da banda The Operation. No ano 2000 eles lançaram uma demo chamada Blood Enough for Us All com o nome Me Without You, que não é oficialmente reconhecida pela banda. No ano seguinte, lançaram o EP que é oficialmente reconhecido como o primeiro registro oficial da banda, I Never Said That I Was Brave, agora com a grafia mewihtoutYou.
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Outras músicas:
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[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!)
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