Snakes Crawl by Brindle's Manse
A southern gothic track detailing the aftermath of Hurricane Irma in Bonita Springs, Florida.
Tracklist
| 1. | Snakes Crawl | 4:07 |
Lyrics
Snakes slither out of their skin. I can't believe this is happening. The storm blew through at half past ten. It blazed a trail of destruction.
A threatening squall is in the horizon. Don't talk to strangers, don't let them in. Turn off your lights, they might keep on driving. Beware their tales of destruction.
Snakes crawl, panthers prowl. The wind blows, the trees fall. The fever leaves a sheen on your skin. I can't believe this is happening!
Night falls, the dark closes in. I can't believe it's happened again! A crack of thunder, a flash of lightning. It's all moving in your direction.
Snakes crawl, panthers prowl. The wind blows, the trees fall. The fever leaves a sheen on your skin. I can't believe this is happening!
Dogs bark, gators bite. You're feeling nervous, something's not right! You've lost your way, the panic sets in. I can't believe this is happening!
Credits
Bill Carey - Guitar and vocals
Paul Thompson - Guitar and backing vocals
Borys Manokhin - Bass guitar
John Hirst - Drums and percussion.
Recorded at Blank Studios, Newcastle-upon-Tyne by Sam Grant and Chris McManus. Additional recording and mix by Bill in the Underground.
Cover by Bill.
License
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Based in Newcastle and Northumberland, we’re an indie/jangly/psychedelic guitar pop/rock band. Lots of jangly guitars, in fact.
The gene pool is the CBGB’s meets the C86 movement. Think of Television jamming with The Fall after a night out arguing about the the best album by The Beatles.