Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Blue Voodoo
    Original recording on The Wizard's Keys 2014 album 'The Devil Made Me Yeah'
    The words come violently from my head
    You're judging me from your knees
    I'm covered in spices
    I'm burning all my dreams
    They've folded all into you
    You're wearing those faded jeans
    You're rocking the old voodoo
    Rock hammer smashes through the hate
    They followed your trail to me
    I'm cornered and impulsive
    I'm ready for the truncheon
    I swing it like a king
    Attention is divided
    The blue looks good on you
    And there's your opinion
    And there's your decision
    Eyes over me
    And there's your opinion
    Rise over me
    And there's your decision
    Eyes over me
    And there's your opinion
    Rise over me
    And there's your decision
    Eyes over me
    And there's your opinion
    Rise over me
    And there's your decision
    And there's your opinion
    And there's your decision
    Eyes over me
    And there's your opinion
    Rise over me
    And there's your decision
    The room is scattered with their heads
    Your eyes betray the horror
    Reaching for my weapon
    Not to use it on you
    Smashing the status quo
    Of what a bond should be
    Your voodoo rubbed off on me
    And there's your opinion
    And there's your decision
    Eyes over me
    And there's your opinion
    Rise over me
    And there's your decision
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Bass, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Thrill Me
    Original recording on The Lucky Nightsticks 2011's album 'Thinner'
    Hello ambassador, it's I
    This lonely bastard
    Misunderstood and flaccid
    Just pull the damn thing out
    You can't thrill me
    You can't thrill me
    You can't thrill me
    You can't thrill me
    The sound of a psionic passing
    The body alive
    The eyes gone glassy
    You can't thrill me
    You can't thrill me
    You can't thrill me
    You can't thrill me
    The sound of a psionic passing
    The body alive
    The eyes gone glassy
    Hello ambassador, it's I
    This lonely bastard
    Misunderstood and flaccid
    Just pull the damn thing out
    You can't thrill me
    You can't thrill me
    You can't thrill me
    You can't thrill me
    The sound of a psionic passing
    The body alive
    The eyes gone glassy
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    3 min
  • The One True Kevin
    Kevin runs without his legs
    Sees through his heart and kills with his head
    He’s a living phonograph
    Needles scratch and bring his wrath
    Kevin strikes without his fists
    Synapses fire inside his wrists
    He’s a living phenomenon
    He’ll run the show when we’re all gone
    In the name of all that is holy
    In the name of all that is holy
    Kevin
    The One True Kevin
    Born of Fire and milk
    Kevin
    The One True Kevin
    Cleansed in bloodbath
    And milk
    And milk
    Kevin bleeds without his veins
    Fires a seed inside his brain
    He’s a living universe
    The better to mankind’s worst
    In the name of all that is holy
    In the name of all that is holy
    Kevin
    The One True Kevin
    Born of Fire and milk
    Kevin
    The One True Kevin
    Cleansed in bloodbath
    And milk
    And milk
    Kevin
    The one true Kevin
    Born of Fire
    And milk
    Kevin
    The one true Kevin
    Cleansed in bloodbath
    And milk
    And milk
    Kevin
    The one true Kevin
    Born of Fire
    And milk
    Kevin
    The one true Kevin
    Cleansed in bloodbath
    And milk
    And milk
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    4 min
  • Moon Pants
    Remade from our album "Exploder", by The Lucky Nightsticks (2001)
    Depressurization
    It's alright
    Take a step into the rocket simulator baby
    Make sure the controls fit you just right
    Mechanic took a torch to the chassis just make sure this shit was safe and sound
    Well, that's enough to give me the peace of mind I need
    Challenge the hull to the vacuum
    Give the craft a little bit of that what for
    Push the envelope all the way
    That's the only way to go
    Waking up in a deep dark place
    Where no one can hear you scream
    It's enough to make lesser men go mad
    But I'm wearing my moon pants
    You're my space station
    Shit's alright
    Take a grip on the pocket stimulator baby
    Make sure the controls are to your delight
    No force in the Heavens can separate our space embrace
    I got you locked in right now
    Don't be afraid to check the gauges or maximize the G forces
    Let's see a little bit of that gravitational pull
    Waking up in a deep dark place
    Where no one can hear you scream
    It's enough to make lesser men go mad
    But I'm wearing my moon pants
    Waking up in a deep dark place
    Where no one can hear you scream
    It's enough to make lesser men go mad
    But I'm wearing my moon pants
    Get inside my pants
    Get inside my pants
    Get inside my pants
    Get inside my pants
    John Makarewicz - Guitar, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar Solo
    Stephen Murphy - Drums
    3 min
  • Time on the Grid
    (Time on the grid)
    I’m at an impasse
    All paid out
    Seeing echoes of myself
    Doing things I know I've never done
    But wondering if I ever have
    Makes me think
    If I missed an update
    (Time on the grid)
    And it’s starting to build now
    All this time on the grid
    Escalation of coincidences
    Simulacrum
    Can you wake them
    (Time on the grid)
    Artifacts can come and go
    Exercises while I'm in the blink
    My eyes are losing their grip
    Too many miracles
    (Time on the grid)
    And it’s starting to build now
    All this time on the grid
    Escalation of coincidences
    Simulacrum
    Can you wake them
    (Time on the grid)
    Michael Padula - Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Whole New Crime
    I’m looking for it now, it’s lost the flavor
    I’m beside myself dreaming of a way out
    To go down on the biggest stage in a ball of flame
    But I need something special to help cement this name
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    And I’m racking my brain
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    Something delicious
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    I’m going to commit it
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    The overlords they cannot see beyond the book they’re writing
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    And I’m racking my brain
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    Something delicious
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    I’m going to commit it
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    And I’m racking my brain
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    Something delicious
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    I’m going to commit it
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    Never bothered to consider the masterminds at work
    I cannot compete with the work being done by the man
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    A whole new crime
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    A whole new crime
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    A whole new crime
    Look, there’s a whole new crime
    Michael Padula - Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    4 min

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