Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • The Displacer
    It walks through the valley of the bones
    Takes the darkest corners as it's on the hunt
    Eyes that move along the silky black
    Syncing up with everybody's pulse
    Don’t blame The Displacer
    Wade in the wake of its run
    Don’t blame The Displacer
    Bathe in rain from the hunt
    Don’t blame The Displacer
    Fall into your place on the chain
    It's been a long, long walk
    Cravings override its dormant state
    Watch as its body takes its shape
    Don’t blame The Displacer
    Wade in the wake of its run
    Don’t blame The Displacer
    Bathe in rain from the hunt
    Don’t blame The Displacer
    Fall into your place on the chain
    I might be a familiar
    I might be enslaved
    The wailing in the wind is telling
    This terrible cycle is repeating
    As it molts into its apex form
    Can you feel your mind slipping?
    Don’t blame The Displacer
    Wade in the wake of its run
    Don’t blame The Displacer
    Bathe in rain from the hunt
    Don’t blame The Displacer
    Fall into your place on the chain
    I might be enslaved
    I might be enslaved
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • No Imagination
    Inside the room the silence starts
    The writer barricades his thoughts
    What once was rich and free of doubt
    Is now a void and filled with fear
    The loss of thoughts
    A frail persona
    A cryptic victory
    The spell that I'm under
    Imagination is going away
    Imagination is going away
    Imagination is going away
    Imagination is going, going away
    No imagination
    No imagination
    No imagination
    No imagination
    The well dries up and shadow falls
    Another mark
    The years go by
    The smoking gun
    No mystery
    The paper blank
    Inside of me
    The loss of thoughts
    A frail persona
    A cryptic victory
    The spell that I'm under
    Imagination
    Imagination
    Imagination
    Imagination
    Stephen Murphy- Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    4 min
  • The Middle of the End
    Filling station
    Fumes intensify an already loaded question
    Weak at the knees sucking painful air
    Why knock a man down with a sledgehammer when a feather will do
    Sending the message is the key to diplomacy
    It's not reciting poetry
    It's not what you say but if you get the words out without falling face down
    "I love you" is regurgitated rhetoric from a rose-tinted age
    Greeting card inspiration stops dead a trembling ticking telltale heart
    "I love you" is the first shortcut to the middle of the end
    Unleaded but weighed down
    Fumes not strong enough to be an excuse
    I knew I had to see you but not this
    Why knock a man down when his only direction is straight up
    Sending the message is the key to diplomacy
    It's not reciting poetry
    It's not what you say but if you get the words out without falling face down
    "I love you" is regurgitated rhetoric from a rose-tinted age
    Greeting card inspiration stops dead a trembling ticking telltale heart
    "I love you" is the first shortcut to the middle of the end
    I love you
    I love you
    I knew I had to see you but not this
    I knew I had to see you but not this
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Bass, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Loaded
    Original recording on The Lucky Nightsticks' 2015 album 'Vibrator'
    I am someone's son
    A bit of everyone
    When I seek truth
    I find the vacuum and suck the life from a room
    This is a loaded gun
    This is a loaded gun
    And I am a loaded drunk
    My hands aren't shaking
    'Cause that is a greeting
    And this is a load of fun
    I am a buttered bun
    Tasty like anyone
    In the event I find my comeuppance
    And blossom into a mushroom
    This is a loaded gun
    This is a loaded gun
    And I am a loaded drunk
    My hands aren't shaking
    'Cause that is a greeting
    And this is a load of fun
    I am someone's son
    A bit of everyone
    When I seek truth
    I find the vacuum and suck the life from a room
    This is a loaded gun
    This is a loaded gun
    And I am a loaded drunk
    My hands aren't shaking
    'Cause that is a greeting
    And this is a load of fun
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Carl Cunningham - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Now They Know
    Original recording on The Wizard's Keys' 2016 album 'The Jewelry Store in the Woods'
    Physical drones betray me
    They can't control my words
    Surveillance is cheap
    Context is everything
    Catch the words but they slip through my hands
    A whisper is born and it matures into a scream
    Once no one put stock in my careless words
    Thoughtless crimes
    Now they know
    Put stock in my careless words
    Thoughtless crimes
    Now they know
    Physical drones betray me
    They can't control my words
    Can't understand my beliefs
    Once no one put stock in my careless words
    Thoughtless crimes
    Now they know
    Put stock in my careless words
    Thoughtless crimes
    Now they know
    Now they know
    Put stock in my careless words
    Thoughtless crimes
    Now they know
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    4 min
  • World of Snow
    He sold her Caroline
    He told her she was blind
    But faces go blank when she enters the room
    Her name was Caroline
    She smiled and told me hi
    But faces go blank when she enters the room
    We all live in a world of snow
    We all can strive to be just as blind
    He unleashed Caroline
    On an unsuspecting world
    But faces go blank when she enters the room
    Her name was Caroline
    She smiled and told me hi
    But faces go blank when she enters the room
    We all live in a world of snow
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Stephen Murphy - Bass, Backing Vocals
    3 min
  • Frozen Ghosts
    Original recording on The Killing Swarm's 2017 album 'Splinters & Myths'
    Mister Constable
    You don't play by rules
    And this is no routine investigation
    This is my motor home
    It's where I do my motor homework
    You've got to believe me when I say this is the exception
    They'll send their own forensic crew, love
    They'll send their own forensic crew
    They'll send their own forensic crew, love
    Frozen ghosts don't thaw
    They'll send their own forensic crew
    Shimmer little fool
    You walk the shadow road
    Evidence be damned I have to see you
    This is my only goal
    It's why my eyes are black as coal
    I see you and you see me
    They'll send their own forensic crew, love
    They'll send their own forensic crew
    They'll send their own forensic crew, love
    Frozen ghosts don't thaw
    They'll send their own forensic crew
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Keyboard, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Bass, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Cap’n Micro
    Original recording on The Wizard's Keys 2022 album The Grown-Up with Balloons'
    I'm the tiniest of killers
    Little handspun avalance
    Through the earhole asshole
    And ripping through the pants
    Ask your priest, there's no one tougher
    I feed sharks to sharks
    I'm smaller but a baller
    Let me ride your syringe
    Captain Micro
    Feel me on the other side
    Captain Micro
    Feel me on the other side
    There's no room for this world to die
    There's a waterslide on the other side
    I was born in a sack of sack
    I bleed stones like an avalanche
    Feel the force of my rockslide (that's slang)
    And pulling in my pants
    We're all in this shit together
    Let's bite more than we can chew
    I'm a baller, what happens to the smaller
    I'll put Micro in you
    Captain Micro
    Feel me on the other side
    Captain Micro
    Feel me on the other side
    There's no room for this world to die
    There's a waterslide on the other side
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
    3 min
  • Spacemen
    Original recording on The Lucky Nightsticks 2018 album 'Laker 5'
    Aboard a rocket
    Many bodies
    Fire thrusters
    (we’re the spacemen)
    Sent the note so many times
    With no requests
    (we’re the spacemen)
    (We’re pigeonholed)
    I feel alone in this cone slipping in and out
    (We’re pigeonholed)
    This cosmic role
    (We’re pigeonholed)
    Bound by law
    And bound by reach
    (We’re pigeonholed)
    I feel alone in this cone
    (spaceman hive mind)
    (spaceman hive mind)
    In this world of unholy love
    (spaceman hive mind)
    There’s a guiding light
    (spaceman hive mind)
    Way beyond the known space
    (spaceman hive mind)
    Leave the guilt behind
    Spaceman (hive mind)
    Spacemen (hive mind)
    (we’re the spacemen)
    (spaceman hive mind)
    In this world of unholy love
    (spaceman hive mind)
    There’s a guiding light
    (we’re the spacemen)
    Abandon rocket
    Many bodies
    Fire thrusters
    (we’re the spacemen)
    Sent the distress into forever with no response
    (we’re the spacemen)
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    3 min
  • Can’t Dodge the Spray
    Original recording on The Lucky Nightsticks 2009 album 'Interloper'
    Insane Jane
    Little headache
    Just about to break
    Feel like I’ve been laid by a pallet of pain
    It’s ok baby
    I know the feeling
    I kinda like it
    Like I’ve been hit by God again
    Third time's the charm
    Feeling ok
    Daisy chain’s been doused with pheromones
    Can’t dodge the spray
    Fisticuffs and handcuffs ain’t enough
    To derail this honey train
    My baby says do it again
    Chalk outline or a walker
    I dared my stalker
    So good looking but crooked
    Got a hook in
    Now I’m looking for a reason
    Not to thank her
    I thank her
    I kinda like it
    No, I like it
    I’m like Mikey
    Except lucid and out of fluid
    I’m out of fluid
    Oh, batshit Kit
    Little heartache
    Just about to break
    Feel like I’ve been laid by a pallet of pain
    It’s ok baby
    I know the feeling
    I kinda like it
    Like I’ve been hit by God again
    Third time's the charm
    Feeling ok
    Daisy chain’s been doused with pheromones
    Can’t dodge the spray
    Fisticuffs and handcuffs ain’t enough
    To derail this honey train
    My baby says do it again
    Third time's the charm
    Feeling ok
    Daisy chain’s been doused with pheromones
    Can’t dodge the spray
    Fisticuffs and handcuffs ain’t enough
    To derail this honey train
    My baby says do it again
    John Makarewicz- Drums, Percussion
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    4 min

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