Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Giants with Pulled Back Faces
    Another story ends at the beginning
    Failure of the failures to ride the winners
    To the forums they go to plead their case
    To the jury made of stone
    Here come the giants
    Here come the giants
    With pulled back faces
    Here come the giants
    Here come the giants
    With pulled back faces
    I set fire to the eyes that see my
    To the eyes that see my weakness
    I set fire to the eyes
    To the eyes that see my weakness
    I set the bodies in the square
    I set the bodies in the square
    I set the bodies in the square
    Don’t come around these parts no more
    A starry sky moves closer to the beginning
    Failure of the failures to ride the winners
    To the forums they go to plead their case
    To the jury made of stone
    Here come the giants
    Here come the giants
    With pulled back faces
    Here come the giants
    Here come the giants
    With pulled back faces
    I set fire to the eyes that see my
    To the eyes that see my weakness
    I set fire to the eyes
    To the eyes that see my weakness
    I set the bodies in the square
    I set the bodies in the square
    I set the bodies in the square
    Don’t come around these parts no more
    I set fire to the eyes that see my
    To the eyes that see my weakness
    I set fire to the eyes
    To the eyes that see my weakness
    I set the bodies in the square
    I set the bodies in the square
    I set the bodies in the square
    Don’t come around these parts no more
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    3 min
  • This Dome
    In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist
    It is not my position to question your decision
    I guess we're just opposites in the way we think
    If I had a hammer I'd swing it with a vengeance
    In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist
    (Who do you think you are?)
    (In this dome we're all alone)
    In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist
    (Who do you think you are?)
    (In this dome we're all alone)
    In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist
    (Who do you think you are?)
    (In this dome we're all alone)
    In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist
    When I see you in action, I don't see the attraction
    I guess we're just opposites in the way we think
    In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist
    (Who do you think you are?)
    (In this dome we're all alone)
    In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist
    (Who do you think you are?)
    (In this dome we're all alone)
    In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist
    (Who do you think you are?)
    (In this dome we're all alone)
    In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist
    In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist
    (Who do you think you are?)
    (In this dome we're all alone)
    In this dome all alone, can't believe you exist
    Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Bass
    John Makareicz - Drums
    3 min
  • Get on Under
    Sweet sunrise you're a sweet surprise
    Look at you all logical and pure
    I'd hit the bricks
    You're so Plain Jane
    You need to be spinning on my game
    Get on under me
    Get on down
    Get on under me
    Love you since the day we met
    Get on under me
    Get on down
    Get on under
    Get on
    You defy the laws of science
    Yeah
    Get on under me
    Get on down
    Get on under me
    Love you since the day we met
    Get on under me
    Get on down
    Get on under
    Get on
    Get on under me
    Get on down
    Get on under me
    Love you since the day we met
    Get on under me
    Get on down
    Get on under
    Get on
    Get on under me
    Get on down
    Get on under me
    Love you since the day we met
    Get on under me
    Get on down
    Get on under
    Get on
    Living in these days where joy is void
    Look at you all shiny and new
    It's got to be you
    It's got to be me
    You've got to take a ride on my machine
    I said get on under me
    Get on down
    Get on under me
    Love you since the day we met
    Get on under me
    Get on down
    Get on under me
    Get on
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    3 min
  • Piss Drunk
    This glove is way too bloated
    Tired of waiting for your attention
    Savior, I'm looking for a sign here
    Formless apparition in a tight dress
    Cozy with a glass in hand
    Save me
    Hit me again and again
    Seasoned for love and fit like honey
    I'm piss drunk and I need your body
    Fueled by the glove and love of money
    I'm piss drunk and I need your body
    Oh yeah
    Oh no
    Oh yeah
    I'm piss drunk and I need your body
    Raised my falcon to keep me steady
    I'm piss drunk
    Well I'm piss drunk
    Piss drunk
    My hand is lonely and unamused
    Busy
    Dizzy
    And in the news
    Lazy
    And grabs the drink again
    Seasoned for love and fit like honey
    I'm piss drunk and I need your body
    Fueled by the glove and love of money
    I'm piss drunk and I need your body
    Oh yeah
    Oh no
    Oh yeah
    I'm piss drunk and I need your body
    Raised my falcon to keep me steady
    I'm piss drunk
    Well I'm piss drunk
    Seasoned for love and fit like honey
    I'm piss drunk and I need your body
    Fueled by the glove and love of money
    I'm piss drunk and I need your body
    Oh yeah
    Oh no
    Oh yeah
    I'm piss drunk and I need your body
    Raised my falcon to keep me steady
    Well I'm piss drunk
    Well I'm piss drunk
    Piss drunk
    Oh yeah
    I'm ready for love
    Hit me again and again
    Hit me again and again
    Piss drunk
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Bass, Guitar
    5 min
  • Sucker Boy
    Sucker boy no time for fighting
    Eight arms as fast as lightning
    Glassy eyes blink
    A flash of pink
    Clean up time
    Got no time to think
    Fight fire with commotion
    Entangled down beneath the ocean
    The hidden link
    A flash of pink
    Then all gone in a cloud of ink
    My my, oh my
    I spy with my eye
    Sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker boy
    Sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker boy
    I sense betrayal
    The system's about to fail
    Sucker boy got a ten inch beak
    Squeeze tight so it doesn't leak
    Glassy eyes wink
    A flash of pink
    Drops down in the kitchen sink
    Bachelor of the open sea
    Eyes dilate in victory
    No time to think
    A flash of pink
    Celebrate in a cloud of ink
    My my, oh my
    I spy with my eye
    Sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker boy
    Sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker sucker boy
    I sense betrayal
    The system's about to fail
    There won't be a debt to me
    And that's all I need
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Steve Murphy - Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    4 min
  • My Afro
    This is the time
    This is the place for forgiveness
    This is the time
    And this is the place
    This is my afro
    Built it in a lab
    This is all I know
    Oh no no no
    This is my afro
    Built it in a lab
    This is all I know
    Oh no no no
    This is the time
    And this is the place
    This is my afro
    Built it in a lab
    This is all I know
    Oh no no no
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Bass, Guitar
    John Makarewicz - Guitar
    Steve Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    3 min
  • Hammerhead
    It's where I found you
    On the waves of my dreams
    Floating effervescently
    Not jetsam nor flotsam
    Too beautiful to believe
    In times of old
    When we were free
    Solid and golden
    But we were not meant to be
    We're wasting away over the waves
    Feeling the tide ebb in
    It haunts me forever
    I didn't save you that day
    But I'll carry on
    With an eye to the sea and an ear to the clouds
    Your whisper speaks on the breeze
    I didn't save you that day
    Well I never knew you
    Save for a shared glance
    Floating effervescently
    Like a fabled woman of the sea
    In times gone by
    When we were alive
    Solid and golden
    But we were not meant to be
    We're wasting away over the waves
    Feeling the tide ebb in
    It haunts me forever
    I didn't save you that day
    But I'll carry on
    With an eye to the sea and an ear to the clouds
    Your whisper speaks on the breeze
    I didn't save you that day
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    4 min
  • Incentive to Bleed
    Sakes alive
    I want to celebrate my life
    It's half over before it's begun
    I sigh every time I shut my eyes at night
    Another day spend treading in fear
    There's no incentive to bleed
    Still in
    Covered
    Basking in overprotection
    Every time I need to go escape my life
    I feel the pressure of the unknown
    I lock the door
    Feel secure
    And still wonder "if"
    Another day spent living in fear
    There's no incentive to bleed
    There's no incentive to bleed
    Still in
    Covered
    Basking in overprotection
    I own my life
    I own my life
    I own my life
    Sakes alive
    I want to celebrate my life
    It's half over before it's begun
    I sigh every time I shut my eyes at night
    Another day spend living in fear
    There's no incentive to bleed
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    3 min
  • Hot Corner
    Smells like Springtime, baby
    I see your fresh cut grass
    It's time to play America's favorite pastime, yeah
    Look the runner back and give the crown another flash of hot leather
    Hot corner, oh yeah
    Well, I'll be playing the hot corner, baby
    Oh yeah
    Look the runner back and give the crown another flash of hot leather
    We've waited through the cold for a little bit of that hot corner
    Hot corner, oh yeah
    Well, I've been playing the hot corner, baby
    Oh yeah
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    3 min
  • Cobblestone
    In a past life
    I got the black dog
    Walking cold past
    Cobblestone
    Feel it take you
    To the graveyard
    Feeling footsteps
    Cobblestone
    Sense of dread
    The appetizer
    Horseshoes clash
    Cobblestone
    I'm not afraid to say the words that cause souls to go cold
    And then they sing about the dead and dying
    It fills me up with pride
    It should bring me to my knees
    But here I stand tall on cobblestone
    Tall on cobblestone
    It's a rich life
    It's a bloodbath
    Bones like candy
    Cobblestone
    It's a broadcast
    Echoes in the alley
    Amplified cries
    Cobblestone
    And then they sing about the dead and dying
    It fills me up with pride
    It should bring me to my knees
    But here I stand
    It's a rich life
    It's a bloodbath
    Bones like candy
    Cobblestone
    It's a broadcast
    Echoes in the alley
    Amplified cries
    Cobblestone
    In a past life
    I got the black dog
    Walking cold past
    Cobblestone
    I'm not afraid to say the words that cause souls to go cold
    And then they sing about the dead and dying
    It fills me up with pride
    It should bring me to my knees
    But here I stand
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    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.