We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Enjoy the View

by Snake Handler

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

  • 7" Record (limited to 250)
    Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    7" pressing with hand glued sleeves. I am still putting them all together so they will go out as quickly as possible. First 25 orders get the limited "Power Pop" cover. Tentative ship date on the 14th of August

    Includes unlimited streaming of Enjoy the View via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Sold Out

1.
Warm bodies, empty veins Aliens in the food chain Rust and rot and oil clots Stuck so long that they forgot They were machines we strove to be Moved with intent and calm They had a purpose and carried weight Walked in stride, spoke in song Don't fucking look at me You don't know what you see Don't fucking talk to me I won't say anything Thoughtless, pointless, empty breaths Small talk we mistook for depth Shallow, glassy, vapid eyes Scared children in disguise They cut their hair, they tore their clothes They composed a frame Reciting lines of poetry All sharing a brain
2.
Blood on my hands Dirt on your feet Broken heads On empty streets We can't see straight It's just a game It's just one night They're all the same Rolling in my eyes in the back While you talk at me I'm in the corner eating glass Where you can't see Sitting up alone while you sleep Drink away the dreams Deteriorating mass I'm exactly what I seem
3.
Golden Calf 01:08
Why should I pay for this yellow brick road? I was never destined to walk on that gold All your numbers go up in smoke You build an empire on interest alone Nowhere is where we are Get used to it Sleeping pills for the American dream And laughing gas for your tears A golden calf for you to believe in You vote them every year They want all of your time We're living on a fault line They want all of your time To get nowhere
4.
Ghosts 01:47
He walks in the room while I sleep Listening, wathcing me The temperature drops ten degrees And I can smell the gasoline I'll sit silently at the screen And forget the lives I've seen I'll feel him haunting me Staking life like a creep We'll sit in the common room and joke Like he's not even there Cutting our hands through the smoke Hanging in the air Laughing and putting pennies in the yard Walk around the bodies, cut around the scars We'll slam the doors And forget the weight in our hands We'll talk about the footsteps Like they're heavier than our own Feel the life smothered in our lungs And forget that we're the ghosts Because he hangs there like a heavy coat Hangs there like my head

about

Fucking Chicago freaks.

credits

released August 15, 2014

Recorded by Matt Russel (Young and in the Way) and mixed by Will Killingsworth. Mastered (loudly) to vinyl by a house DJ you've never heard of.

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Snake Handler Chicago, Illinois

contact / help

Contact Snake Handler

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like Snake Handler, you may also like: