| Song | February, 1878 |
| Artist | mewithoutYou |
| Album | Ten Stories |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| February 8th, 1878 | |
| South of Trout Creek, west of Cedar Lake | |
| On a winding mountain trail of the North Pacific Union Rail | |
| The snow arrived on time, the circus train was running late | |
| Rip spot’s past and all the knuckles worn, | |
| Firebox bursting to the running boards | |
| A pounding in his chest, crushing like a cider press | |
| The hogger rode the throttle ‘round the bender like a flank-strapped horse | |
| As Elephant addressed the frightened animal car: | |
| “Let’s return now to the dust as the dust we are; | |
| tonight, our bridal fate, the hour’s come to consummate!” | |
| And drove her massive body like a truck into the iron bars | |
| Limestone thrown from out the hopper’s back | |
| Ash Cat tossed against the diamond stack | |
| from cradle to caboose, the frozen bolts broke loose, | |
| sent that cage spinning like a dreidel off the icy tracks. | |
| Run on, Rabbit, run! | |
| Before the East sky wakes the sun! | |
| Sails set to the dreadful cold, | |
| Until your anchor-heart takes hold | |
| Run on, Fox & Bear, | |
| From this dismal dream’s despair! | |
| Cast thoughts to in the open ocean of air | |
| Until your thread catch somewhere | |
| Oh Mother, please come along! They cried, | |
| but Elephant remained inside | |
| “My tusks are dull, my eyes, half-blind, | |
| too old to run, too big to hide, | |
| and have neither friend nor enemy, | |
| nor that phantom, ‘self’-identity | |
| nor concern for what ‘they’ll’ do to ‘me’ | |
| now, my children, run free!” | |
| But Tiger, why sit still, | |
| As the officers climb the hill? | |
| What stars cast down their spears, | |
| cooled your fire with their tears? | |
| “Gone that siren’s sound, | |
| it’s a silence now pours down | |
| Gone, my next of kin, | |
| and all once without now lives within” | |
| “Topiary Tiger, once burned bright | |
| save your tales of gnostic sight | |
| and take heed on this (most) auspicious night! | |
| Topiary Tiger, once burned bright” |
| February 8th, 1878 | |
| South of Trout Creek, west of Cedar Lake | |
| On a winding mountain trail of the North Pacific Union Rail | |
| The snow arrived on time, the circus train was running late | |
| Rip spot' s past and all the knuckles worn, | |
| Firebox bursting to the running boards | |
| A pounding in his chest, crushing like a cider press | |
| The hogger rode the throttle ' round the bender like a flankstrapped horse | |
| As Elephant addressed the frightened animal car: | |
| " Let' s return now to the dust as the dust we are | |
| tonight, our bridal fate, the hour' s come to consummate!" | |
| And drove her massive body like a truck into the iron bars | |
| Limestone thrown from out the hopper' s back | |
| Ash Cat tossed against the diamond stack | |
| from cradle to caboose, the frozen bolts broke loose, | |
| sent that cage spinning like a dreidel off the icy tracks. | |
| Run on, Rabbit, run! | |
| Before the East sky wakes the sun! | |
| Sails set to the dreadful cold, | |
| Until your anchorheart takes hold | |
| Run on, Fox Bear, | |
| From this dismal dream' s despair! | |
| Cast thoughts to in the open ocean of air | |
| Until your thread catch somewhere | |
| Oh Mother, please come along! They cried, | |
| but Elephant remained inside | |
| " My tusks are dull, my eyes, halfblind, | |
| too old to run, too big to hide, | |
| and have neither friend nor enemy, | |
| nor that phantom, ' self' identity | |
| nor concern for what ' they' ll' do to ' me' | |
| now, my children, run free!" | |
| But Tiger, why sit still, | |
| As the officers climb the hill? | |
| What stars cast down their spears, | |
| cooled your fire with their tears? | |
| " Gone that siren' s sound, | |
| it' s a silence now pours down | |
| Gone, my next of kin, | |
| and all once without now lives within" | |
| " Topiary Tiger, once burned bright | |
| save your tales of gnostic sight | |
| and take heed on this most auspicious night! | |
| Topiary Tiger, once burned bright" |
| February 8th, 1878 | |
| South of Trout Creek, west of Cedar Lake | |
| On a winding mountain trail of the North Pacific Union Rail | |
| The snow arrived on time, the circus train was running late | |
| Rip spot' s past and all the knuckles worn, | |
| Firebox bursting to the running boards | |
| A pounding in his chest, crushing like a cider press | |
| The hogger rode the throttle ' round the bender like a flankstrapped horse | |
| As Elephant addressed the frightened animal car: | |
| " Let' s return now to the dust as the dust we are | |
| tonight, our bridal fate, the hour' s come to consummate!" | |
| And drove her massive body like a truck into the iron bars | |
| Limestone thrown from out the hopper' s back | |
| Ash Cat tossed against the diamond stack | |
| from cradle to caboose, the frozen bolts broke loose, | |
| sent that cage spinning like a dreidel off the icy tracks. | |
| Run on, Rabbit, run! | |
| Before the East sky wakes the sun! | |
| Sails set to the dreadful cold, | |
| Until your anchorheart takes hold | |
| Run on, Fox Bear, | |
| From this dismal dream' s despair! | |
| Cast thoughts to in the open ocean of air | |
| Until your thread catch somewhere | |
| Oh Mother, please come along! They cried, | |
| but Elephant remained inside | |
| " My tusks are dull, my eyes, halfblind, | |
| too old to run, too big to hide, | |
| and have neither friend nor enemy, | |
| nor that phantom, ' self' identity | |
| nor concern for what ' they' ll' do to ' me' | |
| now, my children, run free!" | |
| But Tiger, why sit still, | |
| As the officers climb the hill? | |
| What stars cast down their spears, | |
| cooled your fire with their tears? | |
| " Gone that siren' s sound, | |
| it' s a silence now pours down | |
| Gone, my next of kin, | |
| and all once without now lives within" | |
| " Topiary Tiger, once burned bright | |
| save your tales of gnostic sight | |
| and take heed on this most auspicious night! | |
| Topiary Tiger, once burned bright" |