Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Burnt Orange Killer
    Antibody I
    Anybody I
    Inoculation time
    Running fast and breathing hard
    A burnt orange killer’s gonna pull your card
    Sign your life away
    Be a guinea pig today
    See the vial
    Burnt orange
    You’re injecting
    They aren’t
    A burnt orange killer’s life for me
    The remedy I
    The remedy I
    Inoculation time
    Running fast and breathing hard
    A burnt orange killer’s gonna pull your card
    Sign your life away
    Be a guinea pig today
    See the vial
    Burnt orange
    You’re injecting
    They aren’t
    A burnt orange killer’s life for me
    Antibody I
    Antibody I
    Inoculation time
    Running fast and breathing hard
    A burnt orange killer’s gonna pull your card
    Sign your life away
    Be a guinea pig today
    See the vial
    Burnt orange
    You’re injecting
    They aren’t
    A burnt orange killer’s life for me
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Bass
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar
    3 min
  • Hearing Loss
    Young man scrapes dreams from the sediment
    Sifting through the marrow and disappointment
    The sounds of a mother's cries from the front porch back home barely registers in his mind
    Semblance of color in the hearing loss
    The fear and lies are for the easily blind
    Young man wakes up drenched in the acid rain
    Shared bath with the left behind and left insane
    The sounds of a mother's cries from the front porch back home barely registers in his mind
    Semblance of color in the hearing loss
    The fear and lies are for the easily blind
    Hearing loss
    Hearing low
    Hearing loss
    Hearing low
    Semblance of color in the hearing loss
    The fear and lies are for the easily blind
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Drums
    John Makarewicz - Guitar
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    3 min
  • The Art of Dying
    It's all that we know
    Practice all your life
    Canvas stretched old and thin
    Palettes once damp now dry
    The art of dying
    The art of dying
    Matted and forgotten
    Sun faded and tucked away
    The gallery is closing shop
    The master's work here is done
    The art of dying
    The art of dying
    Nick Nunziata - Drum Programming, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Bass
    2 min
  • Life of Infractions
    And this is the life you own
    Hand me downs are beatings
    Your only wavelength
    The water boils into eyes
    Chasing life and finding none
    Broken fingers on broken hands
    Broken promises
    Broken beds
    And this is a life of infractions
    And the incisors clamp down
    And this is a life of infractions
    And the incisors clamp down
    Broken fingers on broken hands
    Broken promises
    Broken beds
    And this is the life you own
    Broken fingers on broken hands
    Broken promises
    Broken beds
    And this is a life of infractions
    And the incisors clamp down
    And this is a life of infractions
    And the incisors clamp down
    And this is a life of infractions
    And the incisors clamp down
    And this is a life of infractions
    And the incisors clamp down
    And this is a life of infractions
    And the incisors clamp down
    And this is a life of infractions
    And the incisors clamp down
    And this is a life of infractions
    And the incisors clamp down
    This is the life
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Drums
    5 min
  • Thronester
    I was aching
    So much fighting
    Couldn't stand the way the faces looked
    Without a little knuckle action across the chin
    Baby check me out
    Check me
    Bleed me dry
    I'm awake but wandering
    Wino showed me what it was
    What I was missing
    What it was, was face to face
    Thank my stars
    I'm shaking hands with the Bishop of Battle
    Raise it up
    Set yourself apart
    We all get counted
    We're all reprimanded
    Nine nine nine
    Got me a niner
    Shine shine shine
    Got me a shiner
    Paddywagon
    Carpal Tunnel
    Thronester
    Supervisor
    Congrete disguise
    Your face hints of wreckage
    Even clipped wings don't leave a good bird grounded
    What it was, was cheek to cheek
    Be glad for the upbringing of fat and indifference
    Eat it up
    Take a fist full of iron
    We all get counted
    We're all reprimanded
    Nine nine nine
    Got me a niner
    Shine shine shine
    Got me a shiner
    Paddywagon
    Carpal Tunnel
    Thronester
    Supervisor
    Nine nine nine
    Got me a niner
    Shine shine shine
    Got me a shiner
    Paddywagon
    Carpal Tunnel
    Thronester
    Supervisor
    Bleat it loud
    Spider's got a brand new bag
    Bleat it loud
    I'm the owner of an ought-four thronester
    Bleat it loud
    Spider's got a brand new bag
    Bleat it loud
    Half the world our passengers
    John Makarewicz - Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    5 min
  • Rest and Oppression
    If you need somebody good
    In this time of suffering
    I know what to do
    I wash my hands
    Feed the snakes
    Peel the paint from pores
    And broken pain
    You crashed upon this shore
    It's the least that I can do
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Skin from hands
    Washed upon the shore
    It's the least that I can do
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    This is the last awakening
    My last favor to the ferryman
    This is the last time
    You washed upon this shore
    It's the least that I can do
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    This is the last awakening
    My last favor to the ferryman
    This is the last time
    The last time that we'll ever have
    The last time that we'll ever have
    The last time that we'll ever have
    The last time that we'll ever have
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    Rest and oppression
    This is the last awakening
    My last favor to the ferryman
    This is the last time
    Time
    Time
    Time
    Stephen Murphy - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    5 min
  • Viscera
    Steve Murphy - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    4 min
  • One For One
    This is
    This is
    This is
    This is
    Yeah, this is wicked terrain
    This is
    This is
    This is
    This is
    Yeah, it's a slippery slope
    Take the point when they come behind you
    Be the one to make sure we find you
    Be the one to come and unbind you
    The one behind you
    It's not exciting
    It's not inspiring
    It's why we're fighting
    All for all
    And one for one
    One for one
    Yeah, this is dangerous for all the wrong reasons
    This is
    This is
    This is
    This is
    Yeah, and treason's a hanging offense
    All my life
    All my life
    All my life
    All my life
    This is
    This is
    This is
    This is
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Take the point when they come behind you
    Be the one to make sure we find you
    Be the one to come and unbind you
    The one behind you
    It's not exciting
    It's not inspiring
    It's why we're fighting
    All for all
    And one for one
    One for one
    One for one
    This is
    This is
    This is
    This is
    Yeah, all my life
    This is
    This is
    This is
    This is
    Yeah, all my life
    Yeah, all my life
    Yeah, all my life
    Take the point when they come behind you
    Be the one to make sure we find you
    Be the one to come and unbind you
    The one behind you
    It's not exciting
    It's not inspiring
    It's why we're fighting
    All for all
    And one for one
    This is
    This is
    This is
    This is
    Yeah, all my life
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Keyboards, Vocals
    5 min
  • Ninjaman
    Lasso around my fingertips
    Yanking the nails
    Life's a joke
    Spontaneity fell through the cracks
    Walking the mall
    Life's a joke
    As you get older your face gets more interesting
    But your habits break the promise of your younger self
    Saddle up soldier
    Apply the ninjaman
    Let loose leviathan
    Sweetness and sorrowful
    Trance of the sidewalk
    As you get older your face gets more interesting
    But your habits break the promise of your younger self
    Saddle up soldier
    Apply the ninjaman
    Let loose leviathan
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar
    3 min
  • Nowhere Darker
    I can feel you on my arm
    Stinging
    Last chance
    Imagine
    Can you hear that siren song
    Singing
    Last chance
    Imagine
    Bringing
    There’s nowhere darker on this planet we can swim
    There’s nowhere darker on this planet can we see it
    There’s nowhere darker on this planet we can swim
    There’s nowhere darker on this planet can we see it
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Keyboards, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    4 min

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We make music for our own sanity. Whatever mood strikes. Whomever from the circle is available. For over two decades. Cheapest therapy in the world. We hope you find some joy in it too.