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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- ExploderOriginally recorded in 2001 for The Lucky Nightsticks' "Exploder"You feel it in the air nowIt's like a weight on the windSomething's coming with vengeanceAs if the whole world had sinnedSize up the oppositionPlan a line to draw in the sandGather everyone you care aboutAnd leave no turret unmannedThey feel that they can cleanse with fireOnly one way to know the truthWho will be the last to knowWe've seen the steps that men can takeIt's a terrible fate to chooseFire can come in a boomerangAnd everyone can loseWorking out the differences in roomWe live to learn and we learn to teachAnd we learn to spell our doomThey feel that they can cleanse with fireOnly one way to know the truthWho will be the last to knowThe worldwide army resonatesWe've all seen it on the newsIf it's a pissing contestWe're all going to need new shoesThey feel that they can cleanse with fireOnly one way to know the truthWho will be the first exploderNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsSteve Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsJohn Makarewicz - DrumsMicah Robinson - Guitar4 min
- My California RoleOriginally recorded in 2016 for The Wizard's Keys' "The Jewelry Store in the Woods"When the powers that be realize you're only worth your weight in goldYou'll have to face the unkindest cut and bleed from places you don't knowThis is my California RoleThe kind of truth I knowThe kind of life I knowMy California RoleSycophant and Malcontent, you're fused into a column of greedWhat it sees in the eyes it translates to code and burns your soul to seedWhen the doorway opens, we will control your every moveWe will consume you (When the doorway)We will control your every moveWe will contain you (When the doorway)We will control your every moveYour inner fire is stoked until your mind is lost and ashenFirst you go and then you come and then the time for fireworks and fashionThis is my California RoleThe kind of truth I knowThe kind of life I knowMy California RoleI spoke the oathI own the coastI burnt the ghostI broke the moldI sold my soulI told them allI woke the giant oneI was defiantI need asylumIs this the only wayWhen the doorway opens, we will control your every moveWe will consume you (When the doorway)We will control your every moveWe will contain you (When the doorway)We will control your every moveMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Drums, BassSteve Murphy - Backing Vocals4 min
- Grappling with Skeletons (The Rising)Originally recorded in 2004 for PKG's "The All Devouring Beast"Grappling with SkeletonsEating off the slaughterFeeding on the skull of manAnd living underwaterBloody bubbles float upObscuring sight and sensesEquilibrium unfalteringUnconsciousness commencesDeep inside the worldin the heat of the infernoEyes will never see the...RisingRisingRisingWhen the morning comes there will be no lightMonstrosity's coming home tonightNighttime will take the place of the menA cold, barren world will rule againWalk above the clouds and smokeCaress the top of mountainsWarrior from within the coreDrinks eternal fountainsHeaving chest and scaly backTeeth that bring a maelstromEvil lurking in the nightFinds them and impales themDeep inside the worldin the heat of the infernoEyes will never see the...RisingWhen the morning comes there will be no lightMonstrosity's coming home tonightNighttime will take the place of the menA cold, barren world will rule againFeeder from beyond the graveIngesting the pure of heartTastes the grisliness thereinAnd rips the remains apartGrappling with SkeletonsEating off the slaughterFeeding on the skull of manAnd living underwaterDeep inside the worldin the heat of the infernoEyes will never see the...RisingRisingRisingWhen the morning comes there will be no lightMonstrosity's coming home tonightNighttime will take the place of the menA cold, barren world will rule againStephen Murphy - Drums, BassNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsMicah Robinson - Guitar4 min
- The MurdererOriginally recorded in 2014 for The Wizard's Keys' "The Devil Made Me Yeah!"Lesson one involves the dead dropNo instructions, just guaranteesLessons hard fought and wonLessons invoiced in pain and cashed in bloodI am magnificentBask in my elite musk1 2 31 2 31 2 3I'm the murdererI'm the murdererI'm the murdererLesson two requires disbeliefThat a man could fathom this old toolInnocence is evergreenSeething in purity and fearI am aging in brine1 2 31 2 31 2 3I'm the murdererI'm the murdererI'm the murdererLesson three requires acceptanceSpirals collapse and fill the hollowsI am magnificent1 2 31 2 31 2 3I'm the murdererI'm the murdererI'm the murdererLess of you is moreLess of you is moreNick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, VocalsSteve Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - Guitar5 min
- The Anthem of BigbuddyGigantic feet demolish all the bushesMaking a trail where no man's walkingThey run screaming but he's a geniusThe most affable creep on this ugly old hillYou'll find no hollow praise in the anthem of BigbuddyHe's a stand-up guy in the truest senseEighteen and a half feet tallRaised in the caves above the sleepy hollerBathed in the crickbed with my adult daughterMaking everything simple with his smileFace like a cookie designed by a goddessHe's ageless in the best waysIn a stroke of a crazeHe always deflects to meYet he's supposed to be old, old, oldYou'll find no hollow praise in the anthem of BigbuddyHe's a stand-up guy in the truest senseEighteen and a half feet tallYou'll find no hollow praise in the anthem of BigbuddyHe's a stand-up guy in the truest senseEighteen and a half feet tallSteve Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals3 min
- MalletOriginally recorded in 2011 for The Lucky Nightsticks' "Thinner"I set my failureI set my futureI brought my malletI bust my suturesI ride the riptide from behindSlide to the left to save my hideThis is the who and this is the whyAnd the truth about IThis is the sound of the candle snuffingThis is the death of the cruise controlI live to disrupt your waypoint lifeThe mallet will swing on the line that's trueI stopped the fireI stopped the structureI brought my malletI bust my suturesThis is the sound of the candle snuffingThis is the death of the cruise controlI live to disrupt your waypoint lifeThe mallet will swing on the line that's trueI set my failureI set my futureI brought my malletI bust my suturesI ride the riptide from behindSlide to the left to save my hideThis is the who and this is the whyAnd the truth about IThis is the sound of the candle snuffingThis is the death of the cruise controlI live to disrupt your waypoint lifeThe mallet will swing on the line that's trueMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Drums, GuitarSteve Murphy - Backing Vocals4 min
- Marked in CodeOriginally recorded in 2022 for The Wizard's Keys' "The Grown-Up with Balloons"They say the world is for the takingThey want us to consume the landI can barely understand (the steps I need to take)I don't want to control anythingMy hands are brokenMy hands are tiedMy hands are marked in codeSo I can be identifiedWe are surging past the comfort zoneWe can't even love ourselvesThe tools outweigh the project (everyone wants to make the rules)I don't want to be owned by anythingMy hands are brokenMy hands are tiedMy hands are marked in codeSo I can be identifiedThey can't build automatonsWe have to participateWe were born with will for a reason (I can't to remember the reason)We don't need to be anythingMy hands are brokenMy hands are tiedMy hands are marked in codeSo I can be identifiedMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - DrumsSteve Murphy - Backing Vocals4 min
- The Hit Points SongOriginally recorded in 2002 for PKG's "When Chains Attack!"I was rollingI was playingLawful evil but not for longBaby, my hit points are goneBabyBabyThey're all goneMy armor's goodAnd my party's strongBut I wanted to play all night longBut baby, my hit points are goneBabyBabyThey're all goneWith my armor classYou'd think I'd kick some assYou'd think I'd kick some assBut the Dungeon Master don't agree, baby'Cause my hit points are goneOh yes they areBabyBabyThey're all goneSteve Murphy - Guitar, BassNick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals2 min
- Longrib's Family ReunionWhen it comes to the outside partyLongrib’s family got it madeFlayed councilmen and splayed aldermenStretched out all over the EscaladeA Westward eye will catch the processionTumbling down the mountainsideIt’s more than a gatheringCacophony of unfiltered screamsUncle, daughters, and newborn princesWill have their fill of the morning gruelLicking jewelry off of exposed boneJust another spin on meal on wheelsThey said “save the date”But not for the victimsFresh from all his peacekeepingLongrib palms his facePoor, bashful LongribYou can’t banish what is eternal“Could we try human food instead of humans as food?”A minor requestBut uh-uhLong live LongribIt’s more than a gatheringCacophony of unfiltered screamsStephen Murphy - Guitar, BassNick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals3 min
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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.