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mewithoutYou - Ten Stories: The Glossary

The new album from mewithoutYou, entitled Ten Stories, is a concept album about a circus train crash and the dark and philosophical adventures of the animals that escape (or don’t) in the aftermath. Aaron Weiss uses typically detailed and mysterious lyricism, and thus I thought a glossary for the phrases and names of plants and animals and even fabrics that he throws at you might be valuable. This is best used when listening to the album and reading along in the lyrics booklet.

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A friend of mine drew this. I like.

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There were times I knew
Those times, divine
That slipped right passed my naked eye
And as if in one fell swoop, I declined
Possibilities as sweet as wine

Though sweet, those dreams held bitter ends
That lacked pure thought, yet held amends
To linger, the thoughts, I think instead
Should be retired and sent straight to bed

For when you linger too long, thoughts poison the brain
Your window turns a hazy pane
Glass panels opaqued and eyes are strained

Living out thoughts through vicarious dreams
And wonder if they hold such things
That hold any truth or perhaps a key
That lets you know where you should be

Here’s a video of my band playing one of our new songs at Speakeasy Art Gallery in Long Beach, CA on Feb 11th, 2012.

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New song “Evil Trees/Stick Bodies”

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At The Drive In To Play Shows in 2012 - This Station Is Now Operational

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At The Drive In returns for some shows… and to all those asking yes Omar Rodriguez Lopez will be playing them along with all the original members. Damn, I’m excited to see this.

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The lack of a definite shape. An amorphous figure. Standing still like a statuette, it seems to stare straight at the sky. Intriguing and perhaps somewhat incomprehensible, but beautiful. Instilling the feeling as if one would want to just circle it and examine it, indefinitely, until a perfect circle is etched into the concrete from constantly circling the object. Constantly getting further from the answer but closer to the truth. What it is that should be discovered and what it is that will be discovered?

2
A crowded city. I stand still in one spot for a day. Faces pass me. Millions of them, it seems. They all blur to one. Nothing is constant but change, and the faces change every second, it seems. I stand still in one spot for a week. Millions of faces pass me. Nothing’s different. I stand still in one spot for a month. Millions of faces pass me by. All non-distinct, blurred to one. I catch a glimpse of something in the corner of my eye. In the rapid-fire succession of all these faces, one seems to move in slow motion. It’s a woman. She is beautiful. I can follow her face amongst the crowd while the rest are just blurs. Or am I not following her face? But hers seems to move…or it’s the crowd. The crowd is moving; she is standing still in one spot. Our eyes meet. They are locked for seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. Decades. Centuries. Millennia. It’s only been seconds. I invite her to dance in my mind. Her eyes oblige. We approach each other. We intertwine. All other faces disappear.

3
Falling out of the sky. An odd feeling of weightlessness, though the falling obviously contradicts that. Why not spin? So the spinning begins. And becomes faster and faster and faster until the spinning seems normal and the world is no longer spinning but looks as though I’m falling through a kaleidoscope. Bits and pieces of the landscape here, trees there. The golden glow of sunbeams cutting through the water and dispersing in illogical patterns. Ducks landing in the water, causing ripples. The kaleidoscope world disappears and becomes but one world, shining bright with an eerie silence. You could hear even the tiniest whisper. Then the colors, oh the colors, they begin, as if surrounded by a giant prism being hit by the suns light causing the entire spectrum of color to reveal itself. Not only the rainbow, but every shade of every color. The colors begin to swirl and spin around me, like being caught in the center of a tornado. They go faster and faster, and each shade of color gets wider and wider and a blinding white light begins to glow from underneath me as these colors swirl around me. Slowly, the white light begins to engulf me from the bottom up as the colors swirling around me are also eaten by the light. It grows brighter and brighter and stronger and stronger and continues until I can no longer see a single color and am engulfed. And as I am engulfed, the sensation of falling suddenly stops…

4
Reluctance as eyes close. The sounds around me are not those of joy, but of a cold melancholy with a tinge of regret. Why is this atmosphere so sad? But it is not completely. A smiling figure walks in. It is hard to tell who or what the figure is, exactly, but it brings along and exudes a much needed warmth. My legs weak, could not stand for weeks before, but the smiling figure sticks out its hand in an invitation to do so. I shake my head and look at my legs, then back to the figure, letting it know I cannot stand. It smiles, looks at me again and nods its head. I pull the covers off of me, sit up and turn myself to the right. I bring one leg over, then the other and slowly slide myself off of the bed until the soles of both of my feet are on the floor. I feel my weight on my legs. I feel a confidence I hadn’t felt in months. I push myself further off the bed, putting more weight on my legs. I stand and walk towards the figure. I grab its hand and it smiles at me. I feel the warmth go throughout my body. I smile. The figure and I walk away and I never turn back.

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I detract and digress and distress
I wish there was a way to arrest
My sleepless mind
Wide-opened eyes
Locked door shut tight
And every thought of you
Is your frame
Stuttered silhouette
Caressing the night, as darkness wept
For and wanted light, and in my arms you slept
But we took no rest
As every breath hushed
And spouted dust
For no words were left

And every movement confined within itself
Was a movement defined by someone else
To be whatever he or she may want it to be

Now, when speech has become speechless and your motions decide what things will be; movements define; what oceans divide which way to allow you a path to walk

If I could see the seafloor
I’d need no longer see a thing more
Because now I’d need only see the top

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About Me

Blogs I follow:

mewithoutYou - Ten Stories: The Glossary

.linger.thoughts.

At The Drive In To Play Shows in 2012 - This Station Is Now Operational

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