Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Keep Walking
    We grpw cold before we grow old
    My time is taken with your ice
    You bear resemblance to you
    The one that i love
    The one I chew through
    And we're walking
    Keep walking
    And we're walking
    Keep walking
    And we're walking
    Keep walking
    And we're walking
    Keep walking
    And we're walking
    Keep walking
    And we're walking
    Keep walking
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Bass
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Thrust
    What if I were to offer you my everything?
    I have things to share
    All you have to do is care
    If you put your trust in me, can I put my thrust in you?
    If you put your trust in me, can I put my thrust in you?
    If you put your trust in me, can I put my thrust in you?
    If you put your trust in me, can I put my thrust in you?
    The terms of my surrender are crystal clear
    I have things to share
    All you have to do is care
    If you put your trust in me, can I put my thrust in you?
    If you put your trust in me, can I put my thrust in you?
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    3 min
  • Crimson Moon
    I've been down so many roads
    Heard so many people lie
    It's dangerous to assume the worst
    But I'm tired of dousing
    From all these times that I've been burned
    Stare up for a guide
    Try and read that crimson moon
    It's unrelenting
    This hollow feeling
    Save it all for the next life
    The strongest among us try
    But I can't seem to find that extra gear to care
    Stare up for a guide
    Try and read that crimson moon
    I'm digging deeper than I ever have
    To find that line inside of me
    Instead, I pour everything into bloodlust
    Got to send that red into the sky
    I'm not one for introspection
    It hurts too much to see the holes
    But to keep on trying to fill this bottomless thing inside of me
    Might as well see who I'm sharing this moonlight with
    Stare up for a guide
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    5 min
  • Hopeless Point of View
    This isn't phony
    We're only binary
    This isn't social
    We're only
    Futiley
    This is a hopeless point of view
    But if our home is truly gone
    This is the last they'll see of you
    Exercise your disguise
    Find time to cauterize
    This is a hopeless point of view
    But if our home is truly gone
    This is the last they'll see of you
    Milieu
    And I find it
    Milieu
    So hard to do
    Milieu
    And I find it
    Milieu
    So
    This is a hopeless point of view
    But if our home is truly gone
    This is the last they'll see of you
    Milieu
    And I find it
    Milieu
    So hard to do
    Milieu
    And l find it
    Milieu
    So
    This is a hopeless point of view
    But if our home is truly gone
    This is the last they'll see of you
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    4 min
  • Dangerous Curves
    Walk the cold line trail
    Slow to a crawl we all slow now
    See her strut
    The bum's rush
    Just to watch it all come tumbling down
    These are dangerous curves
    Ain't no foolin'
    Dangerous curves
    That's my mama
    Dangerous curves
    Dangerous is the greatest
    Spin the golden wheel
    Watch their eyes follow the gold
    Track to the man
    Be that man or be out of time
    Dangerous curves
    Ain't no foolin'
    Dangerous curves
    That's my mama
    Dangerous curves
    Dangerous
    We 're all in a scrum
    Soft and pliable
    Plush and undone
    Feel the pulse getting rushed
    Is it too fast 'cause she's dangerous
    These are dangerous curves
    Ain't no foolin'
    Dangerous curves
    That's my mama
    Dangerous curves
    Dangerous is the greatest
    Run the gauntlet dry
    Slow to a crawl
    We all sell low
    See her strut
    The bum's rush
    Just to watch it all come tumbling down
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    3 min
  • The Rail
    This is my canvas
    No brushes just words
    And this is my balloon
    Bursting at the slightest opposition
    I'm on the brink
    I'm on the brink
    Of shedding the rail
    All the time and all the races
    All the machines
    Face, heel, tied on my bones all the time
    I'm on the brink
    I'm on the brink of shedding the rail
    This is my carousel
    See it spin against the grain
    And it's wearing out the gears
    Until there's nothing left to cause resistance
    I'm on the brink
    I'm on the brink
    Of shedding the rail
    All the time and all the races
    All the machines
    Face, heel, tied on my bones all the time
    I'm on the brink
    I'm on the brink of shedding the rail
    I'm on the rail
    I'm on the rail
    I'm on the rail
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Bass, Backing Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    4 min
  • Little Wizzbird
    Little bird will fly with broken wings
    Taking flight into the skies
    Soaring into the wild blue yonder alone
    In love we can be together in the sky across the icy blue
    We can take a ride into the clouds and do those things we never do
    Take the sound of nature
    Put in back inside of you
    Be a part of something
    I'm sore from all your sorcery
    Would you be my little wizard
    Eye of newt and toe of frog doesn't cut for this crowd
    Gotta step up the game
    Raise the ante
    And other generic terms
    I'm sore from all your sorcery
    Would you be my little wizard
    Be a part of something pure
    No more need to fly with broken wings
    It's all too far to dare to share it all and find the icy blue
    In love we can be together in the sky across the icy blue
    We can take a ride into the clouds and do those things we never do
    Take the sound of nature
    Put in back inside of you
    In love we can be together in the sky across the icy blue
    We can take a ride into the clouds and do those things we never do
    Take the sound of nature
    Put in back inside of you
    Be a part of something
    I'm sore from all your sorcery
    Would you be my little wizard
    My magic's strong but my arms are weak
    So pay attention
    Pay attention and be swept away
    Stand back and let me teach you to be the best in town
    I'm the best in town
    I'm the best in town
    Little wizard
    Little wizard
    Little wizard
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass
    Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Kick it up a Mountain
    Champion needs his release
    He’s challenging his dreams
    Lather is you need
    Champion needs his release
    The big event is coming
    And you need a pump
    So find a severed head and kick it up a mountain
    The big event is coming
    And you need a pump
    So find a severed head and kick it up a mountain
    Champion needs his release
    The big event is coming
    And you need a pump
    So find a severed head and kick it up a mountain
    The big event is coming
    And you need a pump
    So find a severed head and kick it up a mountain
    Working hard
    Don’t look it in eye
    (building a montage)
    medicine ball except with ears
    (building a montage)
    Hate to think how it got this way
    (building a montage)
    Looking around for a cut off head
    It’s gonna be off the chain
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    2 min
  • Get on my Lawn
    I implore today
    Get on my lawn
    Save me from myself
    Get on my lawn
    I am so divine
    Get on my lawn
    I kept the ball you hit to me
    Get on my lawn
    Freedom to move about
    Get on my lawn
    Join me for some tea, yeah
    Get on my lawn
    Same thing every day
    I want company
    Disregard the warning sign
    I want company
    I got a minute and I’m ready
    I got a minute and I’m ready
    Same thing every day
    I want company
    Disregard the warning sign
    I want company
    It’s a sanctuary
    Get on my lawn
    A place to enrich yourself
    Get on my lawn
    No need to fear a thing
    Get on my lawn
    Don’t judge me by the blood
    Get on my lawn
    Same thing every day
    I want company
    Disregard the warning sign
    I want company
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    4 min
  • Triptych
    I was born inside a broken shell
    Nutrients seeping out
    The sight to me came too slow
    To see the opportunity
    The wide wide palette of worlds
    The infinity
    Reaching out to claim me first
    Instead, I lived
    The cosmos so far away
    A lifetime ahead and between
    Instead, I lived and saw the rise
    Of a catastrophe
    Now I cling to that first memory
    Of being too weak to be strong
    And claim the rightful place
    An eternity as one of three (one of three)
    I wait to be
    One of three
    One of three
    Never really alone
    Now the bottom has risen
    To raise the race
    But the top is broken off
    Never to expand
    Just cycle like a drone
    Awaiting the next phase
    May never come
    In this fog of war
    Save me from this routine
    The singularity
    One hive instead of three
    These true outcomes three (one of three)
    I wait to be
    One of three
    One of three
    Never really alone
    In the triptych we trust
    In the triptych we trust
    The new reality
    I taste the fuel as it drops
    The shell continues to feed
    It’s still a part of me (one of three)
    I wait to be
    One of three
    One of three
    Never really alone
    In the triptych we trust
    In the triptych we trust
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    Steve Murphy - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    5 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.