Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • The Spider with Nine Stomachs
    Creepy little crawler coming up
    In the food chain
    In my cool brain
    All it wants is to sit down for a meal
    And eat half this town
    Lost in all of this is what I have to know
    Where the heck is all the food gonna go?
    Hungry spider honey hole
    Fill it up like lunchables
    Cricket here and a horse fly there
    But the main course is always
    Human beings being eaten
    What am I allowed to say in this incredibly fractured world?
    Is a spider's diet really that important?
    The Spider with Nine Stomachs has fed
    And the end result isn't really all that tragic
    Now she webs to the corner of the cave
    To dream
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
    3 min
  • Colourway
    Decide on a pattern
    For all
    See the aftermarket
    Controlled
    Earn those stripes
    Colourway
    Tartan king
    Colourway
    Saw the model shining
    Your glow
    So many reasons
    To call her home
    The winter catalog
    Is bold
    Every fit is seemingly
    In vogue
    Earn those stripes
    Colourway
    Tartan king
    Colourway
    All my days
    For free
    All my days
    For free
    Earn those stripes
    Colourway
    Tartan king
    Colourway
    Everyone is wearing
    Your name
    Emulating you
    In frame
    Now that you are
    Beyond this place
    Memories preserved
    With grace
    Earn those stripes
    Colourway
    Tartan king
    Colourway
    All my days
    For free
    All my days
    For free
    John Makarewicz - Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Keyboard, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    4 min
  • Time to Eat (Some Fries)
    Originally recorded in 2019 for The Wizard's Keys' "Good Songs for Bad People"
    Take my hand
    Is it trembling?
    Now give it back before it's broken
    I care
    I really do
    Walk me through it
    Let me see if I've got this right
    We just gotta lie
    Break a leg
    You're an actor
    break a leg
    Stepping over
    Walk me through it
    Let me see if I've got this right
    We just gotta lie
    If this is the cure we are failing
    If this is the cure we are failing
    Break it back
    Walk me through it
    Let me see if I've got this right
    If they are starving why am I so famished when I close my eyes?
    Are they still starving when I close my eyes?
    Are they still starving when I close my eyes?
    Are they still starving when I close my eyes?
    Time to eat some fries
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    3 min
  • The Devil and Frank Pussy
    Originally recorded in 2008 for The Lucky Nightsticks' "Thronester"
    Gonna dedicate this song to Frank Pussy
    I was coasting right to Heaven
    But I've been trapped by the Devil
    I filled my bag with good intentions
    But I've been trapped by the Devil
    Incarcerated by my emotions
    Right and wrong is drowned in emulsion
    One dirty deed bred
    My expulsion
    Bash in my compulsive brain
    Please demolish my brain
    I bought my ticket right to Heaven
    But I've been trapped by the Devil
    I signed away my material possessions
    But I've been trapped by the Devil
    And Frank Pussy
    Incarcerated by my emotions
    Right and wrong is drowned in emulsion
    One dirty deed bred
    My expulsion
    Bash in my compulsive brain
    Please demolish my brain
    Frank Pussy
    Please let me be
    In the fading light I saw that look in her eyes
    Please set me free
    Just one sacrifice
    I've got my life to make right
    Frank Pussy
    I was coasting right to Heaven
    But I've been trapped by the Devil
    And Frank Pussy
    I filled my bag with good intentions
    But I've been trapped by El Diablo
    And Frank Pussy
    Incarcerated by my emotions
    Right and wrong is drowned in emulsion
    One dirty deed bred
    My expulsion
    Bash in my compulsive brain
    Please demolish my brain
    Please let me be
    In the fading light I saw that look in her eyes
    Please set me free
    Just one sacrifice
    I've got my life to make right
    Please let me be
    In this fading night I start to think I did right
    Frank Pussy
    Please let me stay
    Don't mind cleaning my slate
    Heaven will just have to wait
    Frank Pussy
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Drums, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    4 min
  • Resting Skink Face
    Looking for a treat at the bottom
    The disco ball controls
    Bring the lizard moves to the middle
    On the down down low
    Scraping the juice from the bunghole
    The barrel died a hero
    Fueled by the afterparty kumite
    Wearing nothing but my criminal stare
    It's arresting
    It's arresting
    It's arresting
    A resting skink face
    Don't be afraid by this dangerous look
    It's just my moneymaker
    Electric moves with placid glare
    The icon brings them home
    It's arresting
    It's arresting
    It's arresting
    A resting skink face
    Stephen Murphy - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
    4 min
  • Smooth Sailing
    All the mistakes made on the rebound
    Bares a soul so fragile
    Feel the pain and recognition
    All my bones
    Ride into the wave
    Wait out the break of day
    All smooth sailing
    Comes naturally
    Hollowed fragments watch from the middle distance
    Like a paper mache jury
    Unblinking and so inhuman
    Find the sea
    Ride into the wave
    Wait out the break of day
    All smooth sailing
    Comes naturally
    Living proof is something inspired
    Proves survival is possible
    The lines the horizon
    Find the dream
    Ride into the wave
    Wait out the break of day
    All smooth sailing
    Comes naturally
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Keyboard, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass
    Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Hand Me That Hose
    Smoldering on the screen
    In this weighted environ
    Saving breath for the onslaught
    In just a flash Ima need you to hand me that hose
    Smoky air
    Gonna help to
    Pass this time
    Smoky air
    Envelop me
    All the time
    Gathering steam for the next one
    In this room full of spectral light
    It's the insane ones who need a push
    In just a flash Ima need you to hand me that hose
    Smoky air
    Gonna help to
    Pass this time
    Smoky air
    Envelop me
    All the time
    Smoky air
    Gonna help to
    Pass this time
    Smoky air
    Envelop me
    All the time
    Looking for all the answers
    Through a wave of deeper breaths
    In the cherry of coal there lies some truth
    In just a flash Ima need you to hand me that hose
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    4 min
  • Puny Humans versus Glinkle
    I've always been a tortured artist
    Waiting for that perfect canvas
    The ink began to spill and never stopped
    Then Glinkle rose from the dunes
    Lost a hand
    Lost in sand
    Waiting for a medic, versus Glinkle
    Holding my howler
    All aboard the baggage train
    Fifty commissions later he still inspires
    A head of steam committed
    He severed limbs but not the best ones
    But still he's such a rude, rude boy
    Lost a hand
    Lost in sand
    Waiting for a medic, versus Glinkle
    Holding my howler
    All aboard the baggage train
    I sit and stare at the string of bodies
    Holding my withering appendage
    In the game of wits it's Glinkle everything
    And puny humans with all the rest
    Lost a hand
    Lost in sand
    Waiting for a medic, versus Glinkle
    Holding my howler
    All aboard the baggage train
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
    3 min

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