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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- Triangle ManTriangle Man is awokenTriangle Man on the waterTriangle Man has awokenDid he rise from Atlantis or has he always been there?Triangle Man on the waterSo many ships in his influenceHope he spares you this timeBut he’s playfulNot jealousHe’ll guide your passingIf he lets you love himJust honor all his powerTriangle ManTriangle ManTriangle ManTriangle ManAnd he knows that technology has rendered his tricks obsoleteBut he’s been training just for this challengeTriangle ManTriangle ManTriangle ManTriangle ManAnd if you let him take you on his grand tourHe’ll throw you for a loopHe’ll take your entire existence back to 1972Triangle ManTriangle ManTriangle ManTriangle ManTriangle Man has awokenJohn Makarewicz - DrumsNick Nunziata - Everything Else4 min
- Miles to GoThe rush to the horizon is my ultimate highBut if I brake we're both dyingWe got miles to go before the road runs outWe got so many reasons to go onAnd I can't think of one that makes any senseExcept to ride with youWhen the sun gives ground I feel you move closerBut the distance can take so many shapesWe got miles to go before the road runs outWe got so many reasons to go onAnd I can't think of one that makes any senseExcept to ride with youIn the moonlight everything seems possibleBut I know the meaning in your stareWe got miles to go before the road runs outWe got so many reasons to go onAnd I can't think of one that makes any senseExcept to ride with youStephen Murphy - Bass, Backing VocalsCarl Cunningham - GuitarNick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals4 min
- The ClinicWant to deal with somethingNagging CuriosityGot me thinkingAbout heading to the clinicUnwellUnwellI’m unwellUnwellUnwellI’m unwellSeeing the error of my waysFacing discoveryFinding windowsEscaping from the clinicUnwellUnwellI’m unwellUnwellUnwellI’m unwellThis creature in the mirrorResembles nothingInside I’m vacillatingReturning to the clinicUnwellUnwellI’m unwellUnwellUnwellI’m unwellJohn Makarewicz - BassSteve Murphy - Drums, VocalsNick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals3 min
- Shapeless ChoirComing out of the mistSomething arcaneSomething aliveComing out of the cloudsSomething on fireSomething aliveI’m a cannibalieverOmega and BetaEntwined in machinerySlipping through aperturesBuilding a nest in the tentacle brainComing out of the mistSomething arcaneSomething malignedComing out of the cloudsSomething on fireSomething aliveI’m a cannibalieverOmega and BetaEntwined in machinerySlipping through aperturesBuilding a nest in the tentacle brainI fire my line through the cosmic gatesI sign my name at the altarOf the Elder ThingThe Shoggoth singShapeless choirThis life has been a trialFor the Formless OneThe Ageless OnesThey ride on the wings of the oldest of old"The slithering hordes are born from soil"I’m a cannibalieverOmega and BetaEntwined in machinerySlipping through aperturesBuilding a nest in the tentacle brainThis life has been a trialFor the Formless OnesThe Ageless OnesThey ride on the wings of the oldest of oldJohn Makarewicz - BassMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Guitar, Keyboard, VocalsSteve Murphy - Drums4 min
- Fade Me OutLike an outbreak spreading in a small townYou've got to quarantine before disease reigns supremeCut off the limb before the body goes badFade me outI've got nothing to sayFade me outI'll just go awayWhen the system shuts down there's no guaranteeThat what came before still resides in memoryImportance wanes with each passing dayOpinions are irritantsSo let the squeaky wheel ramble onThe sound of his voice seems to soothe himFade me outI've got nothing to sayFade me outI'll just go awayOpinions are irritantsSo let the squeaky wheel ramble onThe sound of his voice seems to soothe himFade me outI've got nothing to sayFade me outI'll just go awayMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - VocalsJohn Makarewicz - DrumsSteve Murphy - Bass3 min
- The RiverYou're the only one who understands the futureGot the balls and chains to seal the door foreverKind of explains why you're a threatYou're the only one who could undetectedThe kind that walks swiftly beneath the raindropsBut here you are inside the barricadeWho could ever betray such a pretty faceI'm the river babyThat they sold you downI'm the river babyThat they sold you downI'm the river babyThat they sold you downI'm the river babyThat they sold you down(And the price was less than cheap)I'm the river babyThat they sold you downI'm the river babyThat they sold you downYou're the only one who understands the futureGot the balls and chains to seal the door foreverThat's why you're a threat to themYou're a threat to themJohn Makarewicz - DrumsMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsSteve Murphy - Guitar4 min
- Uncle DaddyRobots and sandwiches for youThey'll shine dark lights at what I doScream onDream onFlame onGame onCall me Uncle DaddyCall me Uncle DaddyCall me on the phoneCall me on the phoneCall me on the boneOn the boneCall when you're all aloneUncle DaddyBreak off a piece of the inner tubeShow them what we're here to doFlame onScream onCream onDream onCall me Uncle DaddyCall me Uncle DaddyCall me on the phoneCall me on the phoneCall me on the boneOn the boneCall when you're all aloneUncle DaddyNick Nunziata - VocalsStephen Murphy - BassMicah Robinson - GuitarJohn Makarewicz - Drums4 min
- Shifty PetersonAnd this is how the story goesAnd this is how the story goesYou're gifted and full of loadYou're gifted and full of loadWhen Shifty's on the phoneShifty Peterson is on the phoneTell the wife you ain't coming home, ohFuck offI only got time for myselfUnfinished business to the left and to the rightAnd up and up insideBabies to be made with various brides and future rides and future cast as-Is that Shifty 'cross my street? What I do wrong? Who'd I do it to?And this is how the story goesAnd this is how the story goesYou're gifted and full of loadYou're gifted and full of loadWhen Shifty's on the phoneShifty Peterson is the phoneTell the wife you ain't coming home, ohAnd this is how the story goeshow many times do I have to tell you?You're gifted and full of loadHe's stone cold killer on the prowl of youWhen Shifty's on the phoneShifty Peterson is the phoneTell the wife you ain't coming home, ohYou created us from robot scrapsYou created us from robot scrapsWhat are you doing to me?We only mean to harvest your organsAaaaaaaaahAnd this is how the story goesNow you've gone and pissed off the robot contingent of my homeYou're gifted and full of loadWhen Shifty's on the phoneYou can't piss the robots off in Shifty Peterson's home townTell the wife you ain't coming homeFuck offFuck offFuck offFuck offMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Keyboard, VocalsSteve Murphy - BassJohn Makarewicz - Drums4 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.