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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- The Cheap SeatsManos had his hands of fateIlsa took her task so seriousFoxy Brown was on her last nerveDen of Earth spread it all aroundIn the cheap seats we’re looking out for youWe’re looking out for youWe’re looking out for youWe’re looking out for youManos had his hands of fateIlsa took her task so seriousFoxy Brown was on her last nerveDen of Earth spread it all aroundFind me in the cheap seatsTaking all the pulp to heartWe’re looking out for youWe’re looking out for youRene Acosta - BassMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - DrumsStephen Murphy - Backing Vocals4 min
- The Beast of Yucca FlatsI fear for my lifeDeign to be strongBut in the end it’s just a playSomeone came homeAnd what they brought is unholySomeone came homeFrom the darkness born of lightSomeone came homeStraight from the radiation zoneDinner’s getting servedRing that bellTesting site has alarms onWidening the netA brushstroke of futilitySomeone came homeAnd what they brought is unholySomeone came homeFrom the darkness born of lightSomeone came homeStraight from the radiation zoneDinner’s getting servedRing that bellThe Beast of Yucca Flats is on the prowlLevels nominal for nowBut when you hear its screamSomeone came homeAnd what they brought is unholySomeone came homeFrom the darkness born of lightSomeone came homeStraight from the radiation zoneDinner’s getting servedRing that bellI’m among the select fewTo see its face and liveBut I wear the mark foreverSomeone came homeAnd what they brought is unholySomeone came homeFrom the darkness born of lightSomeone came homeStraight from the radiation zoneDinner’s getting servedRing that bellMicah Robinson - GuitarCarl Cunningham - BassJohn Makarewicz - DrumsNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy- Backing Vocals5 min
- PantsI was told not to listen to the sounds in my mindLooking back...Listening to...The people I left behindI’m afraid of everythingAnd I don’t even know the languageLearning nouns while lying prone helps me clear my thoughtsMy body gets looser, and the minutes get shorterBut the voices keep getting louderI was told not to listen to the sounds in my mindLooking back...Listening to...The people I left behindThe people I left behindThe people I left behindBeen so many days since I was the one on the right side of the glassIt's the same view but with the benefits of walking right out into the demolition zoneI'm pulling up the pantsI'm pulling up the pantsI'm pulling up the pantsI'm pulling up the pantsI was told not to listen to the sounds in my mindLooking back...Listening to...The people I left behindAndrew Wylie - GuitarMicah Robinson - GuitarStephen Murphy - BassNick Nunziata - VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Drums3 min
- 2 Lane BlacktopIt’s the lane that you’ve chosenIt’s the road that decides itIt’s the wave of commitmentSteering towards the endgameIt’s height of the stakesIt’s guidance on the highwayIt’s the righteous decisionTo greet this head onJust like thatOur choice is overJust like thatWe’re trailing fumesIn the space between mountainsSomething that feels like deliveranceJust like thatOur choice is overJust like thatWe’re trailing fumesToo lateToo late to change directionOn this two lane blacktop nowIt’s the weight of the worldIt’s the cooking on the concreteIt’s the vision distortingAs the pieces crumble downJust like thatOur choice is overJust like thatWe’re trailing fumesToo lateToo late to change directionOn this two lane blacktop nowIn the space between mountainsSomething that feels like deliveranceRobert Thigpen - DrumsNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsCarl Cunningham - BassSteve Murphy - Guitar5 min
- Free Range FilthIf we are chosenAre we unworthy?Can we be silent?Unless we participateGo for dark strokesChiaroscuroMy artistNo one told youNot to be boldFree rangePeel like an onionIn this sweatshop of a sceneOnly come up to breatheBlindly lay yourself bareUncover everythingGo for dark strokesChiaroscuroMy artistNo one told youNot to be boldFree rangeAnd madness is dissolvableTransfer to this canvasAnd failure is impossibleWhen your brush isn't skin deepGo for dark strokesChiaroscuroMy artistNo one told youNot to be boldFree rangeYou're filthyAnd that's a startMy artistFree rangeStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsCarl Cunningham - GuitarMicah Robinson - GuitarJohn Makarewicz - Bass, PercussionNick Nunziata - Guitar, Percussion, Vocals3 min
- BrushfireI’m finding it hard to believe I’m not burningIn this actuality I’m an innocent bystanderWhen they come with questions I’ll be in the windBefore that spreading fire does them all inIn my lifeEnd of the lineBe a brushfireAnd burn them outSeems like only yesterday you were kindlingBut everyone knew you'd amount to somethingIn my lifeEnd of the lineBe a brushfireAnd burn them outIn my lifeEnd of the lineBe a brushfireAnd burn them outNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar4 min
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- Hard OnOriginally recorded on PKG's The Sea of Problems (2000)Something is changing inside of me todayA metamorphosis if you willGonna shed my skinAnd try a new lifeA new homeLose these flimsy bonesWaltz back into townWith a look that's all my ownNatural predators will walk on byNot aware of what I used to beA fragile thingA covered thingA thing that once was lonelyWas lonelyA victimA victimOlder and feeling freeBolder but I'm still meFeelingGrowing up is hard to doOlderAnd wiser tooNo differentFrom yesterdayBut strongerGrowing is hard on youCaptive in my own cellI was introspective far too muchEverything was in my headGiven the chance to open upAnd find myself a new worldA new roleA new goalBut this time I'll pay my own tollNatural predators will walk on byNot aware of what I used to beA fragile thingA covered thingA thing that once was lonelyWas lonelyA victimA victimOlder and feeling freeBolder but I'm still meFeelingGrowing up is hard to doOlderAnd wiser tooNo differentFrom yesterdayBut strongerGrowing is hard on youOlder and feeling freeBolder but I'm still meFeelingGrowing up is hard to doOlderAnd wiser tooNo differentFrom yesterdayBut strongerGrowing is hard on youOlder and feeling freeBolder but I'm still meFeelingGrowing up is hard to doOlderAnd wiser tooNo differentFrom yesterdayBut strongerGrowing is hard on youHard on youHard on youHard on youHard on youMicah Robinson - Guitar, Backing VocalsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - VocalsJohn Makarewicz - 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.