Song | Grist for the Malady Mill |
Artist | mewithoutYou |
Album | Ten Stories |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Rabbit fled, best guess, toward home | |
Fox & Bear toward Yellowstone | |
Walrus, north to the border towns | |
Peacock swayed like a reed on the fence a while | |
(with a stalwart sense of style!) | |
as the policemen’s nets came down | |
Word of the crash had spread fast and spread far | |
From Clark’s Fork to Blackfoot Reservoir | |
more grist for the malady mill | |
Shepherd the Southwest wind, | |
“railspikes ripped like the seam of a wineskin” | |
Shepherd the Northwest rain, | |
“Brass Hat slept at the helm of that woeful train… | |
Ain’t it an awful shame! | |
And don’t it just break your heart to hear of so much, | |
to hear of so much pain?” | |
Casey Jones walked slow to the prison cell | |
His face held hard as a scallop shell | |
“Well, I wish I wished you well, | |
but your last friend on Earth now calls | |
from the silent side of the cemetery walls | |
your great cause to the moths and the rust!” | |
Fanning her ears with a calm in her eyes | |
“It’s the laws of cause and effect that you criticize | |
But sir, criticize them you must” | |
Three miles more ‘til Flagstaff | |
Follow behind signs toward Badger Pass | |
Wound like clocks around fretboards | |
Carved our hands in our basswood body guitars - | |
borrowed guitars (borrowed hands!) | |
I’m clearly not as handsome or caring as what you seem to want, | |
but I’d gladly walk you home, | |
‘cause those streets can be dangerous | |
Shepherd the Southwest wind, | |
“railspikes ripped like the seam of a wineskin” | |
Shepherd the Northwest rain, | |
“frog switch slipped and that reckless beast is to blame | |
Ain’t it an awful shame! | |
And don’t it just break your heart to hear of so much pain?” | |
Ain’t it an awful shame! | |
And don’t it just break your heart, | |
don’t it just break your heart, | |
don’t it just break your heart. |
Rabbit fled, best guess, toward home | |
Fox Bear toward Yellowstone | |
Walrus, north to the border towns | |
Peacock swayed like a reed on the fence a while | |
with a stalwart sense of style! | |
as the policemen' s nets came down | |
Word of the crash had spread fast and spread far | |
From Clark' s Fork to Blackfoot Reservoir | |
more grist for the malady mill | |
Shepherd the Southwest wind, | |
" railspikes ripped like the seam of a wineskin" | |
Shepherd the Northwest rain, | |
" Brass Hat slept at the helm of that woeful train | |
Ain' t it an awful shame! | |
And don' t it just break your heart to hear of so much, | |
to hear of so much pain?" | |
Casey Jones walked slow to the prison cell | |
His face held hard as a scallop shell | |
" Well, I wish I wished you well, | |
but your last friend on Earth now calls | |
from the silent side of the cemetery walls | |
your great cause to the moths and the rust!" | |
Fanning her ears with a calm in her eyes | |
" It' s the laws of cause and effect that you criticize | |
But sir, criticize them you must" | |
Three miles more ' til Flagstaff | |
Follow behind signs toward Badger Pass | |
Wound like clocks around fretboards | |
Carved our hands in our basswood body guitars | |
borrowed guitars borrowed hands! | |
I' m clearly not as handsome or caring as what you seem to want, | |
but I' d gladly walk you home, | |
' cause those streets can be dangerous | |
Shepherd the Southwest wind, | |
" railspikes ripped like the seam of a wineskin" | |
Shepherd the Northwest rain, | |
" frog switch slipped and that reckless beast is to blame | |
Ain' t it an awful shame! | |
And don' t it just break your heart to hear of so much pain?" | |
Ain' t it an awful shame! | |
And don' t it just break your heart, | |
don' t it just break your heart, | |
don' t it just break your heart. |
Rabbit fled, best guess, toward home | |
Fox Bear toward Yellowstone | |
Walrus, north to the border towns | |
Peacock swayed like a reed on the fence a while | |
with a stalwart sense of style! | |
as the policemen' s nets came down | |
Word of the crash had spread fast and spread far | |
From Clark' s Fork to Blackfoot Reservoir | |
more grist for the malady mill | |
Shepherd the Southwest wind, | |
" railspikes ripped like the seam of a wineskin" | |
Shepherd the Northwest rain, | |
" Brass Hat slept at the helm of that woeful train | |
Ain' t it an awful shame! | |
And don' t it just break your heart to hear of so much, | |
to hear of so much pain?" | |
Casey Jones walked slow to the prison cell | |
His face held hard as a scallop shell | |
" Well, I wish I wished you well, | |
but your last friend on Earth now calls | |
from the silent side of the cemetery walls | |
your great cause to the moths and the rust!" | |
Fanning her ears with a calm in her eyes | |
" It' s the laws of cause and effect that you criticize | |
But sir, criticize them you must" | |
Three miles more ' til Flagstaff | |
Follow behind signs toward Badger Pass | |
Wound like clocks around fretboards | |
Carved our hands in our basswood body guitars | |
borrowed guitars borrowed hands! | |
I' m clearly not as handsome or caring as what you seem to want, | |
but I' d gladly walk you home, | |
' cause those streets can be dangerous | |
Shepherd the Southwest wind, | |
" railspikes ripped like the seam of a wineskin" | |
Shepherd the Northwest rain, | |
" frog switch slipped and that reckless beast is to blame | |
Ain' t it an awful shame! | |
And don' t it just break your heart to hear of so much pain?" | |
Ain' t it an awful shame! | |
And don' t it just break your heart, | |
don' t it just break your heart, | |
don' t it just break your heart. |