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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
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- Yes AndTheir acceptance is the falloutFrom the feedback we've been gettingOn the top of someone's call sheetIs the note that seals our sentenceEver since we took the stageThere was something pulling youChemistry defies the impulseOf the need to hit your markAre you tired of fighting?Yes, and... meHave you gone off book?Yes, and... meAre we scene partners?Yes, and... meAre we still acting?Yes, and... meIn the midst of your performanceIs a moment of the truthI know your tell and it suits you wellBut now the critic’s in attendanceEver since we took the stageThe brightest lights slow your progressEvery question bleeds an answerFrom a question asked at homeAre you tired of fighting?Yes, and... meHave you gone off book?Yes, and... meAre we scene partners?Yes, and... meAre we still acting?Yes, and... meAre you tired of fighting?Yes, and... meHave you gone off book?Yes, and... meAre we scene partners?Yes, and... meAre we still acting?Yes, and... meMicah Robinson - GuitarStephen Murphy - Drums, BassCarl Cunningham - GuitarNick Nunziata - Vocals, Guitar Solo4 min
- DigRats in the bodyLike something out of PoeMaster transferDo the unknowableSlip into the skin of the one you want to beFind that perfect fitLet your self be knownDigTo unbury the true loveDigDeep in the hallowedThere's no judgment here(Judgment is always here)Only what you left behind, digSilence the watchersThey've never been seenFace up in bile just to get cleanDigTo unbury the true loveDigDeep in the hallowedThere's no judgment here(Judgment is always here)Only what you left behind, digCan this be about redemption?Using the darkness to cut through lightStill lifeless bodyThe darkest jokeThe face grinning like something out of PoeCan this be about redemption?John Makarewicz - DrumsRene Acosta - BassMicah Robinson - Lead GuitarNick Nunziata - VocalsCarl Cunningham - Rhythm Guitar5 min
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- Terry's LamentIs it par?Nope!Dangerous!Is it wet?Yep!This course!Will we stop?Nope!New shirt!Spin wheel?It’s golf!A course!Terry’s lament is the pinnacle of slinking back from the meltdown holeTerry’s lament is a Sunday illness Irish Goodbye two years in a rowStrap it on little buddyEveryone has to step up their gameIn the absence of Makarewicz I have to play a onesome and Steve has to play the drumsTerry’s lament is the pinnacle of slinking back from the meltdown holeTerry’s lament is a Sunday illness Irish Goodbye two years in a rowAm I hot?Nope!Just sad!French toast?Nope!You gone!A round?Nope!I’m alone!Jack later?Nope!You’re home!Nope!Nope!Nope!Nope!Nope!Nope!Nope!Micah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Keyboard, VocalsStephen Murphy - DrumsCarl Cunningham - Bass4 min
- in pupa generalisPavement foldsGently let me throughThrough the bifrostInto your kingdomIn this world we lust for moreIn this place we find it allSavage we must beStay the courseBrave the lineAnd emerge triumphantLike the conquering soldier whose name it bearsThe General of Tiny MoneyWalking slowlyCannot miss a thingMust stay in controlPerfection peripheryMy eyes fall upon itReaching inside so deepThe glory smothers meIn this world we lust for moreIn this place we find it allSavage we must beStay the courseBrave the lineAnd emerge triumphantLike the conquering soldier whose name it bearsThe General of Tiny MoneyCarl Cunningham - BassMicah Robinson - GuitarStephen Murphy - Drums, GuitarNick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals4 min
- The Last One in the WaterThat ceiling bursting and the trials that transpiredOverflowingDreaming of something dryA vacation earned doesn't ensure a good timeMitigationNow here we stand at the edge of a literal cliffYou don't know...You don’t know how deep it goesI can’t be the only one concernedYou don't know...You don’t know where the current likes to pullGo, I’ll be the last one in the waterLook at it goWatching the spiral is so intoxicatingDreamlike ebb and flowWatching the problems spin awayYou don't know...You don’t know how deep it goesI can’t be the only one concernedYou don't know...You don’t know where the current likes to pullGo, I’ll be the last one in the waterMother Earth she made this as a window to her soulOverflowingWaiting for new energyA rising tide from the love that she swallowedReflecting in my eyeSo glad that I stayed dryYou don't know...You don’t know how deep it goesI can’t be the only one concernedYou don't know...You don’t know where the current likes to pullGo, I’ll be the last one in the waterAndrew Wylie - GuitarMicah Robinson - BassJohn Makarewicz - DrumsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals4 min
- So Many SignalsWhen I see the beautyBrightly coloredSame thing routinelyA coward’s gestureWhere the crows fear to flyWhere the alligator never swimsWhere the prey can wander freeJust want to beUnaccounted forI see the beautyReact and sufferWhere the crows fear to flyWhere the alligator never swimsWhere the prey can wander freeSo many signalsSo few lessons learnedSo many signalsAnd yet here we sitJohn Makarewicz - DrumsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Bass, Keyboards, VocalsCarl Cunningham - Guitar3 min
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.