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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- A Month with ThundershrimpLiving on the road stinkin’Off the coast of Nova ScotiaSpindly legs and stalky eyesThe smallest companionJust another month with ThundershrimpEating flakes from a Petri dishHelping to summon courageCrustacean can’t bat an eyelashJust another month with ThundershrimpWe’re on our ownThe weary oneThe silent oneMy decapodI will never regret a single thingMany hands to offer friendshipTaking him to the coldest sea I canGotta free the little manBiological clock is tickingHe has to molt into a creatureCrack the air like his namesakeEarth pounding at his commandJust another month with ThundershrimpI smell the salt in the airHe’s going the darkest depthsJust another hour with ThundershrimpHe’s on his ownThe growing oneStephen Murphy - Guitar, BassNick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals3 min
- JunktongueHe walksThe shape is unmistakableIn his silhouette you can see the Eye of BraxusJunktongueJunktongue, the reptile disco saviorHe's slithering to ValhallaBut only for a spellIndescribable scheduleJunktongueJunktongue, the reptile disco saviorWeird eyesSlippery skinColor is always changingLizard manIs he terribly coolOr is it just his bloodJunktongueJunktongue, the reptile disco saviorStephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Guitars, Vocals3 min
- Space Beaver Visits the EquatorIt’s getting lowIt’s getting lowIt’s getting lowIt’s getting lowWhere the world clips its belt is excitingGalactic rodent needs to knowFeel the tug of the compatible climateSlipping down belowIt’s getting lowIt’s getting lowIt’s getting lowIt’s getting lowIt's warmer where the bulge is apparentMoisture forms where it needsIt's not the Homeworld but it has its essenceFreeing up them genesThere goes my 'BeavSpace BeaverThere goes my 'BeavSpace Beaver visits the EquatorThere goes my 'BeavSpace Beaver visits the EquatorEveryone be on that behaviorThere goes my 'BeavHe can stay there forever and everThere goes my 'BeavEveryone be on that behaviorThere goes my 'BeavAnd that's the only way we winStephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals4 min
- Seapoint Dippin' BiscuitsSeapoint dippin' biscuitsIn the back of the carIn this line of work you always have to come preparedAnd you know there's no help comingOnly another batch of sweetened breadSeapoint dippin' biscuitsInstead of eating the helpThe egg he hatched from had zero nutrients leftAnd you know there's no help comingOnly another batch of sweetened breadSeapoint dippin' biscuitsIn a bowl full of bloodThere's no judgment here only our admirationSeapoint dippin' biscuitsWe need an endless supplyWe never asked his preference; we just let it rideAnd you know there's no help comingOnly another batch of sweetened breadStephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals4 min
- Slither HereI got a line on a pack of reptiles looking for a place to throw downNow all I can think about is getting them on the dance floor with the diseaseSlither HereSlither HereDisco Balls are burning and the whole affair is turning into a cold-blooded masqueradeSo save me baby I'm a slave to the party and there's only one way to keep it saneSlither HereSlither HereAble-bodied bouncers couldn't muster any courage to turn the house lights back onIt's such a difference when the reptile inferno has decided to nest in your homeSlither HereSlither HereEverywhere you look is a clutch of eggs after all the couples made timeWill a stray iguana take issue with a snake and make all the monitors crySlither HereSlither HereIt's been saidWhen I'm deadSomeone will tell my storyNow the dance floor is primed for another night of chaos and the party dares to scream until dawnAnd there's only me and the only place to be is right here so use your mobilitySlither HereSlither HereSlither HereSlither HereStephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals4 min
- Hark the Fogbaby!A traveling band in thisWarm enticing circle of friendsFocus just above the treesWhat is that shape?Something in a bonnetFloating free of careSomeone smokyStolen from homeA gorgeous lumpHark the Fog BabyCylinder of glassDeep inside the groundFor all the world to seeStolen from homeA gorgeous lumpHark the Fog BabyHark the Fog BabyStolen from homeA gorgeous lumpHark the Fog BabyNick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals3 min
- Earth MovesThis Earth moves slowlyNot too slow to catch us laggingHonest words hand to heartThe gravity's winningI see the end of the canvasFrayed and begging to be trimmedMy shears are bent and rustyMight ask for some assistanceIt’s my globeBut it’s spinning on your axisJust send me ‘roundAnd look the other wayThe Earth moves slowlyNestled in a rhythmThe signs seem further nowDirty erosionA constant reminder of the joke of the timeAs it stares me downJust step over the lineIt’s my globeBut it’s spinning on your axisJust send me ‘roundAnd look the other wayAnd it’s all in the guise of secrecy and trustAnd we're ensnared in itEnsnared in itWhile we climbed higherThe Earth kept spinningAnd time did its bleedingIt’s almost finishedAnd all in the guise of secrecy and trustIt’s my globeBut it’s spinning on your axisJust send me ‘roundAnd look the other wayNick Nunziata - Guitar, Keyboard, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Drums, BassStephen Murphy - Backing Vocals3 min
- Hoof of the Grail MammothIt’s never really overAt least in my lonely mindA final realm to conquer at least in the text of the timeI see the totem from your historyIn the traveling museum of mysteryAll alone with the hoof of the Grail MammothIt's a long way from the Forbidden ZoneBut it'll do in a pinchIts power is nostalgiaI’m thankful I can save itI see the totem from your historyIn the traveling museum of mysteryAll alone with the hoof of the Grail MammothIt's a long way from the Forbidden ZoneBut it'll do in a pinchIn the windA fleeing friendComing from bright placesTo claim the ultimateA fleeing friendAll alone with the hoof of the Grail MammothIt's a long way from the Forbidden ZoneBut it'll do in a pinchNick Nunziata - Drums, Percussion, Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals4 min
- Night CallsThe night calls like an omenDrags souls into the streetsWhispering of opportunityWhen no one is lookingThe night calls when it’s hungryAnd food is plentifulCheck yourself beforeThe menu claims its prizeEverything is negotiable at nightWill you answer when the night calls?But when the shadows hide your choices dieWill you answer?The night calls like a loverTo share in its embraceSpend emotion carefullyIt is watchingThe night calls to the lonelyA glimmer in their eyeTrading safety for theThrill of mysteryEverything is negotiable at nightWill you answer when the night calls?But when the shadows hide your choices dieWill you answer?I've never felt like thisI've never felt likeI've never felt like this beforeI've never felt likeI've never felt likeI've never felt like this beforeThe night calls when it’s hungryAnd food is plentifulCheck yourself beforeThe menu claims its prizeEverything is negotiable at nightWill you answer when the night calls?But when the shadows hide your choices dieWill you answer?Micah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Keyboard, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - BassStephen Murphy - Drums4 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.