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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- Mental ParadiseOur heartbeats were born at a distanceSo now you're taking light and trading it for darknessWeigh the consequences and you'll know the scoreIt's you and me against the worldAgeless and bondedWe are free againNo law to bind us in our mental paradiseNo claims to makeThe time is an afterthoughtA little closer to Heaven but further to fallWeigh the consequences and you'll know the scoreIt's you and me against the worldAgeless and bondedWe are free againNo law to bind us in our mental paradiseNick Nunziata - Keyboards, VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, GuitarMicah Robinson - GuitarJohn Makarewicz - Guitar4 min
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- PoweringBeen long since someone told meI looked like the boy they metIt’s a compliment to endureI’m powering through it allJust like the worldDon’t have a reservationWe’ll just play throughAge gone by in the grasp of thisSo damn easy to get derailedIt’s a gauntlet to endureI’m powering through it allJust like the worldDon’t have a reservationWe’ll just play throughAnd where you’re coldI’m warmAnd where you’re skepticalI see a way throughAnd when I falterYou’re steadySee the curve of the earthThat’s our homeI’m powering through it allJust like the worldDon’t have a reservationWe’ll just play throughBreak a heart or two down the highwayCan see it register in a glanceJust have to try to endureAnd where you’re lostI shine a lightAnd where you’re broodingI smileWhen I crash downYou are a cushionSee the curve of the earthThat’s our homeI’m powering through it allJust like the worldDon’t have a reservationWe’ll just play throughJohn Makarewicz - DrumsNick Nunziata - Bass, Keyboard, VocalsSteve Murphy - Guitar4 min
- RecognizerMany come to fallNo hand to pick them from the edgeDisintegrating slowRespond, respawn againWill you heed the Recognizer’s callUntil the server goes offlineDanger has its timeEgo shattered on a gridded floorDisintegrating slowRespond, respawn againWill you heed the Recognizer’s callUntil the server goes offlineMany come and goThe names will change though the faces stayDisintegrating slowRespond, respawn againWill you heed the Recognizer’s callUntil the server goes offlineJohn Makarewicz - Drums, BassSteve Murphy - GuitarNick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals4 min
- Black AdderThe sound of a motor dyingA line meant not to move pastA shortcut that becomes the longest rideInto the darkness of a homeThe Black Adder is alone no longerIn his eyes a hunger rises aboveIs it closing?Has the room grown smaller?Is it by design?What is it in the way he moves?I'm paralyzedNo words to formNo prayers to speakUndulating scalesApproximate to a shape both familiar and impossibleThis is the endOr worse what if it is notOnly time will tell now that we're face to faceI see patterns in everythingRiding back towards the world I left behindNow colors breathe and the light expiresSliding like silk through the windFinding new paceAnd tasting life from a million milesThis is the new bloodAnd I'm a part of all of itCreation is my giftI'm giving his glideFacing mineBlack Adder shineThe sound of a child cryingThe mother still frozen in frightThere's nothing here to be afraid ofThis is the new way of lifeJohn Makarewicz - Drums, GuitarSteve Murphy - GuitarNick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocal4 min
- Nuclear War HooplaStay in the safety of the doorwayThe Fire Marshall saidBut there's no way to put trust inThe structure above our headI defy you to see a passage through this waveWatching the wildlife abandonThe body's response to threatChasing the plume of smokeTo see how high they'll getI only want this moment to be one of strengthWhere we're goingSomething akin to windParticle us togetherRoundabout equalityWhere we're goingSomething akin to windParticle us togetherRoundabout equalityThe buildup to the endingAn anticlimax bentWaiting for inevitableAnd what our father meantAs it always is the silence comes too quickWhere we're goingSomething akin to windParticle us togetherRoundabout equalityJohn Makarewicz - Drums, BassSteve Murphy - GuitarNick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals5 min
- Seven Body BagsSecondhand King on the backhanded side of swaggerWaving his piece around like it makes him moreIf you come at me, you're going to find outWhat the cost is for crossing someoneWith a wicked imagination and tons of free timeShort-minded bench player using the moment for face timeBoosted up by a book he don’t understandIf you come at me, you're going to find outWhat the cost is for crossing someoneWith a wicked imagination and tons of free timeIf you and six of your friends, they come knockingI'm gonna need to get seven body bagsFresh-faced puppet with strings so fresh they're stinkin'Live inside the moment while I get my shearsIf you come at me, you're going to find outWhat the cost is for crossing someoneWith a wicked imagination and tons of free timeIf you and six of your friends come knockingI'm gonna need to get seven body bagsNick Nunziata - Keyboard, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Drums, GuitarStephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass4 min
- What RemainsSomething in the Air is a soundtrack to a movie that doesn’t exist about a gigantic creature that descends from above that defies all logic and humanity’s attempts to survive it.All music by Brownwall:John MakarewiczSteve MurphyMicah RobinsonNick Nunziata3 min
- Rising to the BeastSomething in the Air is a soundtrack to a movie that doesn’t exist about a gigantic creature that descends from above that defies all logic and humanity’s attempts to survive it.All music by Brownwall:John MakarewiczSteve MurphyMicah RobinsonNick Nunziata5 min
About Brownwall
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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.