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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- Champions of LightIt's the glaze of the raysBurn a gap into the hazeRight through the halo of this placeAs we rollerblade into the lightExperimenting on this flightBracing our life for the next stageIn the face of the ChampionsIt’s a race of the ChampionsTake your place with the ChampionsIn outer space we’re the Champions of LightThey carry me into the starsWhere my thoughts can travel farAncestor voices whisper in the darkAs my shiny suit splits stardustChampions can feel my thrustAnd give them what they promised usIn the face of the ChampionsIt’s a race of the ChampionsTake your place with the ChampionsIn outer space we’re the Champions of LightThen they can see through the looking glassTo see what they're paying forOur world is nothing without ChampionsThere's an overrideIn case you want to abortAnd shatter the portalWicked goalIf they ever see the realityThe game is upChampion no moreJust me and my humanityIn the face of the ChampionsIt’s a race of the ChampionsTake your place with the ChampionsIn outer space we’re the Champions of LightRene Acosta - BassStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsCarl Cunningham - GuitarNick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals4 min
- Race to the BottomIn the Cave of TimeSurrounded by atheistsThat’s what I’ll call ‘emLike Shortfaced LawrenceThey’re not be trustedOily denizensCreeping aroundSick note!Sick note!I feed the mood when it strikesI trust the roll of the diceThis dank labyrinthNary a MinotaurThat’s what I’ll call ‘emLike Shortfaced LawrenceThey’re likely fictionalBulls and BoysThey don’t mixSick note!Sick note!I feed the mood when it strikesI trust the roll of the diceYou chose this adventurePage 33 you diePut your money on the wrong horseYou won the race to the bottomYes how does it feelHow does it feel?Sick note!Sick note!I feed the mood when it strikesI trust the roll of the diceSpace and BeyondThat’s where they took meAlien shenanigansLike Shortfaced LawrenceIt’s easy to expireThere’s no oxygenFor me to suckSick note!Sick note!I feed the mood when it strikesI trust the roll of the diceYou chose this adventurePage 33 you diePut your money on the wrong horseYou won the race to the bottomYes how does it feelHow does it feel?John Makarewicz - GuitarMicah Robinson - BassCarl Cunningham - GuitarNick Nunziata - Keyboards, VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals4 min
- At Wolf's HourAm I frail?Is this democracy?Why even wonderWho holds the keysPromises were brokenThe moon is with meSay my nameAt wolf’s hourSave your breathEvermoreThe time is nowAt wolf’s hourTo strike a dealForevermoreAre you frozen?Are you too scared to speak?Every lost breathIs gathered in by meCannot hold the sunlightThe moon is with meSay my nameAt wolf’s hourSave your breathEvermoreThe time is nowAt wolf’s hourTo strike a dealForevermoreAm I real?Are you in a dream?Why even botherWaking up to seeCarl Cunningham - GuitarRene Acosta - BassMicah Robinson - GuitarStephen Murphy - DrumsNick Nunziata - Vocals4 min
- Clean BreakWe’re going to have a clean breakBy hook or crookWe will separateBeen so longForgot what I even felt likeWe’re going to have a clean breakLike the bones that never met againHealing stronger in the most painful placesOm Namah ShivayaOm Namah ShivayaOm Namah ShivayaOm Namah ShivayaCover your heartOm Namah ShivayaCover your heartOm Namah ShivayaCover your heartOm Namah ShivayaCover your heartOm Namah ShivayaWe’re going to have a clean breakNo misunderstanding too greatFind the sweetnessIn the separationWe’re going to have a clean breakTake that walk in new directionsNever bother looking backCan't be allowed to healCover your heartOm Namah ShivayaCover your heartOm Namah ShivayaCover your heartOm Namah ShivayaCover your heartOm Namah ShivayaMy mind is blindAnd now the blindness definesWhat a sight to seeThe infinityObscured to meMy mind is blindAnd now the blindness definesWhat a sight to seeThe infinityObscured to meOm Namah ShivayaOm Namah ShivayaCover your heartOm Namah ShivayaCover your heartOm Namah ShivayaWe’re going to have a clean breakDash away the chemistryOver my shoulderI pray you turn your heelsSteve Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsCarl Cunningham - GuitarMicah Robinson - Bass, Guitar4 min
- Heavy StepsTaking heavy stepsTake them on the roadWhere bystanders can feel the fearI could never stay(In the night I am walking)Stay in the middleWhere the fire can’t reach youIt’s all we can do to control(In the night I am walking)It’s all we can do to control(In the night I am walking)It’s all we can do to controlTaking heavy stepsTake them on the roadWhere the whispers are all but silencedWe carry this ironStainless though we tryNever-ending reasons to strikeI could never stay(In the night I’m walking)Taking heavy stepsTake them on the roadTo see the results of our presenceThrough the darkest timesWe let others blinkSo, the ending could be the beginningI could never stay(In the night I am walking)Stay in the middleWhere the fire can’t reach youIt’s all we can do to control(In the night I am walking)It’s all we can do to control(In the night I am walking)It’s all we can do to controlStephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Guitar4 min
- Righteous FluffOpen up this membraneGetting ready for some righteous fluffI'm on the backside of a game worth playingHedgehog styleIt's a fine lineMight have spoke a jump too soonOh shadeNow I’m living in the back yardNow I’m drinking from the drainpipeNow I’m sleeping in the moonlightNow I’m living my best lifeSulfur sticking to the back sideDreaming hotThis stone don't skip no moreI put my mouth where my ears should beAnd I doubled down on indignationBut my lord this air is freshAll nightNow I’m living in the back yardNow I’m drinking from the drainpipeNow I’m sleeping in the moonlightNow I’m living my best lifeI'm the gee oh ay tee!Now zip it up for some righteous fluffHedgehog styleMan, this air is freshCandymanNow I’m living in the back yardNow I’m drinking from the drainpipeNow I’m sleeping in the moonlightNow I’m living my best lifeI'm the gee oh ay tee!John Makarewicz - DrumsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsMicah Robinson - Guitar4 min
- Beach Body MikeThese eyes have seen the majestySculpted flesh chiseled atop an armatureBeach Body Mike is present and accounted forOh noDo whatever it takes to avert your lady's eyesOh noAnger is such a tired sceneExternalizing rage gets us nowhere fast my friendBeach Body Mike is letting it all hangOh noHis biceps have triceps always pulsingOh noWe have to wrap him up in burlap just in caseOh noHe's low but we're so much lowerOh noIt's a solemn thing to knowBut bodies, is what I came here forMagical pectoral glory holeThe rage circumvents my brainThe audacity of this specimen simply cannot standBeach Body Mike is letting it all hangOh noHis biceps have triceps always pulsingOh noWe have to wrap him up in burlap just in caseOh noHe's low but we're so much lowerOh noNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - GuitarCarl Cunningham - BassStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - Guitar4 min
- The Prosecution RestsThere’s another useless victoryThe case is closed before the jury takes their seatsAnd now all I can do is pour another pintI want to scream it to the heavensAnd the prosecution restsI want to tell them about youAll the truth is spentThere’s another dead man walkingSo easy to know the future whenThe one accused has nothing but integrityI want to scream it to the heavensAnd the prosecution restsI want to tell them about youAll the truth is spentThe fever, the fever, has got me shakingAnd the prosecution restsWatching this dream dieAll the truth is spentThere’s another spineless witnessNever needing to walk on common groundAnd now all I can do is pour another pintI want to scream it to the heavensAnd the prosecution restsI want to tell them about youAll the truth is spentThe fever, the fever, has got me shakingAnd the prosecution restsWatching this dream dieAll the truth is spentNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - GuitarAndrew Wylie - Guitar4 min
- MicroplasticsWhen you go panoramicWe'll all be in hystericsThe charity will all be gatheredYour name immortalizedWhat we eat will become usGrowing and developingAspiring for greatnessYou’re our Patient XWinding down the voicesSilent like a friendWe bathe in microplasticsThe next evolutionary planWe all bow in reverenceTo your bold commitmentMostly man but something elseA shopper who went decadentSynthetic Homo SapienTransforming into a moldShaped by independenceFormed in celluloseWinding down the voicesSilent like a friendWe bathe in microplasticsThe next evolutionary planMerciful is all I askFor you to be to meIt’s growing more dangerousDrink deeplyFrom this goblet made of plantSmooth skies aheadNo fear of microplasticsSteal it from my brainEverything uncleanConsumer to the endNow I'm part of itWrap me up in shrinkSend me to the seaLet the birds on meFloating freeWith the plasticineMicroplasticMeNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsMicah Robinson - GuitarCarl Cunningham - BassStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Guitar4 min
- Surrogate SeasonsI’d trade your summer for your fallAnother springtime lieWatching leaves turn to goldLong time…Since the horizon brokeSo I…Will have to cozy next to youRepurposing memoriesIn our stasis in the voidThe future we madeTo ride these...Surrogate seasonsI’ll watch you bundle up at nightAs they dial the winter inCrystal breath among the starsLong time…Since the horizon brokeSo I…Will have to cozy next to youRepurposing memoriesIn our stasis in the voidThe future we madeTo ride these...Surrogate seasonsLong time…Since the horizon brokeSo I…Will have to cozy next to youRepurposing memoriesIn our stasis in the voidThe future we madeTo ride these...Surrogate seasonsNick Nunziata - Drums, VocalsCarl Cunningham - Guitar, BassMicah Robinson - GuitarJohn Makarewicz - Guitar4 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.