Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Good News
    Wonderful moment fall and crack before us all
    Sense of dread blossoming
    That buoyant fruit rot bouquet prime
    I beg you
    Give it to me
    Give it to me
    Give it to me
    Give me good news
    The look of despair is infiltrating this
    I'm begging you
    Give it to me
    Give it to me
    Give it to me
    Give me good news
    Give it to me
    Give it to me
    Give it to me
    Give me good news
    I can't be saved by my better wishes
    My self-defense is nonexistent
    Give it to me
    Give it to me
    Give it to me
    Give me good news
    Tragic moment torn apart at the last breath
    Allow a small light through
    Watch the garden grow with this new fruit
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Backing Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Backing Vocals
    3 min
  • Post Historic
    Conquered many kingdoms
    Got a body like a salt lick now
    In the grand scheme he's a blip
    But in his day he was the stone cold universal plague
    What do you call a fossil before it’s even bone?
    Where do you write history long after you’re gone?
    It’s all post history
    She wore a black dress that day
    Stretched it to eternity
    Nights gone by and all we have is the wish of reality
    Where do you hide the stories so the future can find them?
    Where do you suppress the lies that permeate?
    Thoughts and minds are free to deteriorate
    Animals are better calm
    We were born in a barn
    We should die in a barn
    Why do you care if the history we left is worth recording?
    Michael Padula - Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    4 min
  • Of Course
    My life is older
    Bargained to the point of break
    Never lose that eye
    The empathetic sty
    If there’s someone alone
    Where the pain hits the home
    Of course I will help you
    Sing the song of unity
    Forget what you want to do to me
    It’s only just for now
    If there’s someone alone
    Where the pain hits the home
    Of course I will help you
    It’s the least I can do
    What I’ve seen
    I’m pleased to wash away
    What I’ve seen
    If there’s someone alone
    Where the pain hits the home
    Of course I will help you
    If there’s someone alone
    Where the pain hits the home
    Of course I will help you
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Keyboard, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass
    Micah Robinson - Backing Vocals
    3 min
  • Finding Peace
    Lean on my cherub smile
    It’s wherever you find
    So long to the harder side
    I’m finding peace in all the chaos
    Finding peace in the moment
    Walking in a renewal place
    Outside in the healing world
    It’s wherever you go
    I’m not alone in wanting to be alone
    But in this place we can be alone for two
    Alone for two
    I’m finding peace in all the chaos
    Finding peace in the moment
    I’m finding peace
    Finding peace
    It’s the only thing I need
    When it’s all in blazes
    Following that truth
    To the safety of you
    I’m finding peace in all the chaos
    Finding peace in the moment
    It’s the only thing I need
    I’m finding peace in all the chaos
    Finding peace in the moment
    I’m finding peace
    Finding peace
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    4 min
  • Splinters & Myths
    Originally recorded in 2017 for The Killing Swarm's "Splinters & Myths"
    Can't get off the pyre to save my life
    Splinters and myths are stacked twelve feet high
    Set it alight just because we're there
    This ain't how we're meant to be
    This is the situation
    Words cannot convey
    This is my resignation
    It's where I stand today
    Still allowed to choose my fate for now
    Then we fade away
    Who I choose to be and what I choose to see
    Another look before the attack
    The signs alive and held firmly in check
    And then the sound comes and it never relents
    Honing time into a blade
    Scratch and fight for a song in the night
    Splinters and myths burn by candlelight
    A story well told too true to be good
    With an ending yet unwritten
    This is the situation
    Words cannot convey
    This is my resignation
    It's where I stand today
    Still allowed to choose my fate for now
    Then we fade away
    Who I choose to be and what I choose to see
    Sit down sailor and listen to a tale
    Of how we unravel and where to pull the thread
    Dig deep enough and you'll find the pulse
    Held in place by duct-taped dreams
    Sinners and thieves next to nurturing kind
    Splinters and myths that stretch three miles wide
    You can see it from space but not in front your face
    And the periphery is clear
    This is the situation
    Words cannot convey
    This is my resignation
    It's where I stand today
    Still allowed to choose my fate for now
    Then we fade away
    Who I choose to be and what I choose to see
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    4 min
  • With Ronald
    I want to lay down straight on my broken face
    Save me from the lizard man
    Oh wait, he's my friend
    Gonna spend some time with Ronald
    Gonna live so large with Ronald
    Gonna spend some time with Ronald
    Gonna rip these jeans
    My alarm is set for freedom
    Gonna boogie down with the man
    List is filled with VIP's
    The list is a list of me's
    Ugly me
    Ugly me
    This trailer park is filled with candy from the left, from the right
    It doesn't matter
    Slithering election
    Every vote is punched for Ronald
    Gonna spend some time with Ronald
    Gonna live so large with Ronald
    Gonna spend some time with Ronald
    Gonna rip these jeans
    Ugly me
    Ugly me
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    3 min
  • Concentration of Red
    Originally recorded in 2012 for The Wizard's Keys' "The Cat Who Said Hello"
    Eyes thighs lies
    Size finds life
    This dough rise
    This is the dawning of "you ain't seen yet"
    Consolidation
    Concentration of red
    Discouraged head of lettuce in my bed
    Sans these drawers full of lead
    Eyes thighs lies
    Size finds life
    This dough rise
    This is the dawning of "you ain't seen yet"
    Consolidation
    Concentration of red
    Discouraged head of lettuce in my bed
    Sans these drawers full of lead
    Eyes thighs lies
    Size finds life
    This dough rise
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Micah Robinson - Bass, Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Backing Vocals
    3 min
  • Pegleg
    Originally recorded in 2012 for The Killing Swarm's "Shunt Trip"
    Basking in the Sulphur and money
    Burned brown
    Spinning all around
    Hogtied to the dead of night
    Forty days pacing the cell of life
    Broadcasting live from the burlap sack
    Celibate for the first few times
    Catastrophic pain
    Send everyone you can
    My limbs are lacking attention
    Descend, descend, then paralyze
    Pegleg
    Salt for brains
    The bone is hosed
    My only pose
    Two hundred years shy of a medical miracle
    I lost my eyes
    But my spies have spies
    Scuttle this ship
    I don’t think so
    Catastrophic pain
    Send everyone you can
    My limbs are lacking attention
    Descend, descend, then paralyze
    Pegleg
    Salt for brains
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    3 min
  • Garage Chunk is Here
    In a minute I'll unearth it
    Let it stretch its big ol' foreskin
    And I'll gently give it instruction
    In the morning I'll produce your solid foodform
    You can carry it into your overturned refrigerator
    Garage Chunk likes to know the score
    His giant brain is somehow primitive
    But he loves to eat the most misshapen things
    He walks with the gait of a human
    But his desires border on primeval
    Let him loose and watch his magic happen
    In the morning I'll produce your solid foodform
    You can carry it into your overturned refrigerator
    And he's over it he'll growl that warning sound
    Don't go near the "Garbage Chunk"
    In the morning I'll produce your solid foodform
    You can carry it into your overturned refrigerator
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocal
    3 min

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