Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • In Her Space
    She lights the fire forever
    A spark when I need to be enflamed
    Be the waterfall to my stream
    There's only one place I want to be
    In her space
    In her space
    You think you got the magic, babe
    Well, wake up
    The sky cannot control her light
    An almost oppressive force
    I can only bend the knee
    Because she's always pulling
    In her space
    In her space
    The shooting star of romantic feeling
    A jolt of adrenaline
    It ain't fair
    Her gravity always pulls me
    In her space
    In her space
    You think you got the magic, babe
    Well, wake up
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    3 min
  • Someone Low
    In the evening they will try to find you
    In the morning you will rise
    In the daylight you will find their shelter
    To search for the places that they hide
    You're looking for someone low
    You're looking for someone
    You're looking for someone low
    You're looking for someone
    In the crevice they will adhere
    Building strength to pursue the weak
    Your goal is always to hunt
    And end them before they speak
    You're looking for someone low
    You're looking for someone
    You're looking for someone low
    You're looking for someone
    You're looking for someone low
    You're looking for someone
    You're looking for someone low
    You're looking for someone
    They wallow in the musk of confusion
    To metastasize in their rusting glow
    They pull the world and you are obligated
    To silence them before they get too low
    You're looking for someone low
    You're looking for someone
    You're looking for someone low
    You're looking for someone
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    3 min
  • The Tension
    Wasting on the bone
    Wanting something else
    Seeking depth
    Sitting in darkness
    Feel the tension
    Test its grip
    Emotional
    Retribution
    Restricted
    Need access
    To freedom that’s real
    Wasting on the bone
    Feel the tension
    Test its grip
    Resistance train
    Find new strength
    Emotional
    Retribution
    Planetary
    Confusion
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals
    4 min
  • Dream States
    Melatonin breeze on my skin
    Drifting on a cloud of dust
    The bough breaks with us all
    Where we land is everything
    Slumber here and feel the glow
    Being touched by something new
    The bough breaks with us all
    Where we land is everything
    No pain in dream state
    Only the dread of waking
    No pain in dream state
    Only the dread of waking
    No pain in dream state
    Only the dread of waking
    No pain in dream state
    Only the dread of waking
    The bough breaks with us all
    Where we land is everything
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Guitar
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    3 min
  • Two Dollar Bill
    Step into Circus Playhouse
    Need tokens for the machine
    In the back pocket Velcro trapped cash
    To fuel my Atari 400 dream
    The blink of an eye, ai on a photograph
    Change the context of the context
    I'm old
    In a world of bitcoin, I'm a two-dollar bill
    Spend me before I lose my cents
    I'm old
    Two hand touch on the side of the house
    Or stickball in the cul-de-sac
    Waiting for that school bus sound
    That says your best friend just got back
    And we'd play until the crickets sang
    Without being feared dead or lost
    Just running through the woods unsupervised
    Through heat or rain or frost
    The blink of an eye, ai on a photograph
    Change the context of the context
    I'm old
    In a world of bitcoin, I'm a two-dollar bill
    Spend me before I lose my cents
    I'm old
    John Makarewicz - Guitar
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    3 min
  • The Sparrow
    A precipice is plentiful for her to make a home that breathes
    A harsh place to live but where isn’t in these days
    Securely known in the balance of things
    Almost unseen and forgotten in the din
    Tiny in this chaos
    Just a sparrow
    Or so you think
    Just a sparrow
    Or so you think
    The flight is much more than freedom
    Seeing this devoid of activity
    Let the wind carry through pollution and disease
    To sights unseen
    A glimpse of peace
    But close to the ground
    There’s no such thing
    No need to ever leave
    Just a sparrow
    Or so you think
    Deny this existence
    And fly
    Deny expectation
    And fly
    And fly
    And fly
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Micah Robinson - Bass, Guitar
    Steve Murphy - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Guitar, Vocals
    4 min
  • A Small Town Called Section
    Tuck far away, you can be anyone in the world
    Someone that will bring energy to a room
    But slowly the urge returns
    And the story runs red
    I'm on the run when bodies are found in a small town called Section
    I'm on the run when bodies are found in a small town called Section
    The cards will always come up lacking
    To double down is dangerous play
    But surely the urge will return
    And the story run red
    I'm on the run when bodies are found in a small town called Section
    I'm on the run when bodies are found in a small town called Section
    Dark passenger
    Dark passenger
    Section!
    Section!
    Section!
    Section!
    Section!
    Dark passenger
    Dark passenger
    I'm on the run when bodies are found in a small town called Section
    I'm on the run when bodies are found in a small town called Section
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Bass, Guitar
    Carl Cunningham - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    3 min
  • Weakened Cowboy
    Spotless eighty-thousand-dollar ride
    Hauling absolutely nothing except stickers
    Weakened cowboy on a horse of flaws
    Keeping the chaps from being assless
    By providing them a surplus
    Keeping the stereotype in the fullest bloom
    I've seen the way you move along the road
    As if you own it, looking for a fight
    Weakened cowboy on a horse of flaws
    Keeping the chaps from being assless
    By providing them a surplus
    Keeping the stereotype in the fullest bloom
    People see you and think we're all like that
    Thanks for helping set us back
    I wait until you're gone and then I rip you up
    Can't bother to see my own and many faults
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Carl Cunningham - Guitar
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Steve Murphy - Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals
    3 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.