Liner Notes
[Verse 1] Ice dam on the north slope, big as a moose rack February sun’s weak, but the freeze is holding back Wiegand’s hatchet in my hand, from the supply house Nail gun’s frozen to the bed, the truck won’t budge an inch She left in August, but the leak’s appearing now Seeping past the drip edge, staining the soffit brown [Chorus] She’s behind the ridge like meltwater backing up Seeping past the drip edge She’s behind the ridge like meltwater backing up Seeping past the drip edge [Verse 2] Architectural shingles, peeling them back slow Ice-and-water shield for the valley of my chest But it’s February East End, twenty below Rafter tails are soaked and the sheathing’s been repressed Some leaks only show themselves once the sheathing’s gone I’m up here with the hatchet, swinging all alone [Chorus] She’s behind the ridge like meltwater backing up Seeping past the drip edge She’s behind the ridge like meltwater backing up Seeping past the drip edge [Outro] Just me and Wiegand’s... waiting for the thaw
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From the archive
From the archive
Ice Dam the Size of a Moose Rack (Up on the North Slope)