| 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. |