Wendigo Rag Songtext
von Hannah Rose Platt

Moonbeams tumble, through the gaps in the trees
Playing catch with the light on the frosted leaves
Over a red jalopy sitting like a single drop of blood
In the snow
They′d been singing with Sinatra on the radio
Driving home for Christmas break, weeks ago
He took a wrong turn at the crossroads
More time to get to know her

Cheeks as flushed as Santa's
As she flashed that Disney smile
Laughing at his jokes, too hard
To thank him for the ride
Little did she know how long he′d loved her from afar
He never dared
To dream they'd share
This moment
In his car


Ripped out of his daydream by an eerie cry
Her cartoon eyes are swelling now, afraid and wide
Skid, crash, bang, wham
Stranded in the icy woods
Cold, alone and hungry as the weeks went by
Tormented by their thoughts on how to stay alive
Cries becoming louder
As the wendigo wind moaned outside

Batted frozen eyelashes
And pleaded for a kiss
Tweezers in her hand
As he helplessly leaned in
Jabbed him the neck and twisted
Hard as weak arms could
He's fading as
Her face becomes
A Jackson Pollock canvas
Of blood

She took a sharp ragged breath, and closed her eyes
Imagining a tablecloth, a side of fries
Eat to live don′t live to eat
How different could this taste from any other meat?


Moonbeams tumble through the gaps in the trees
Lighting up a brand-new car of reckless teens
Taking the wrong turn at the cross-roads
Past a spectre
With a bite
Out of his cheek