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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- Safer TimesI'm on the ropes hereWatching us implodeI'm on the ropesNow I’m craving safer timesNow I’m craving safer timesAn idea with no shape arrivesWeaponized and aliveLucid minds give way to this broken dayAnd it spoils everythingNow I’m craving safer timesNow I’m craving safer timesAll my life has prepared me for none of thisNow I’m craving safer timesNow I’m craving safer timesA hand on the bookA foot in the graveFolding a winning hand on the greatest scaleThe best of us came to build something newInstead we run backwards as fast as we canAll my life has prepared me for none of thisNick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Keyboard, VocalsStephen Murphy - Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - Guitar, Backing VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Drums4 min
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- Not Feeling ItOriginally recorded on The Lucky Nightsticks' Laker 6 (2020)Say hello to your Friday nightMix it up with the old crewDressed to kill and built to spillLet's be the trouble someone findsWe've been living hardWe've been riding on creditBut we still feel the sameHey, I'm not feeling itPain, I'm not feeling itHey, I'm not feeling itI'm not, I'm notThe catacombs are invitingThe darkness is bitingSave the date, we're gonna bleedSew me up and set me offThe night is young and so am ILet's find the corners of the mapWe've been living hardWe've been riding on creditBut we still feel the sameHey, I'm not feeling itPain, I'm not feeling itHey, I'm not feeling itI'm not, I'm notWe've been living hardWe've been riding on creditBut we still feel the sameHey, I'm not feeling itPain, I'm not feeling itHey, I'm not feeling itI'm not, I'm notNotStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Guitar3 min
- The Closest OneOriginally recorded on The Killing Swarm's A Lesson with Each Broken Bone (2008)Oh, want to be your everythingOh, been watching since the day you brought itOh, is it unlawful to crave your lifeOh, they're coming up from the seaOh, they're raining in down from the skyOh, want to take what you just realized was pureMystery man I'm at your beck and callSimple math, magic, and circumstanceI've been begging the masters for this postCan you hear the wolves?They've been singing of this dawn of hate and envyBeen watching and waiting and praying for painAnd that's the only thing that gets me up from my earthen tombTo do what you called me here forI'm not the chosen oneI'm just closest oneThe only one in townUnlocked gates to fury brought the wrathUnanswered prayers led you to meDeliverance is mine and yoursOh, want to be your everythingOh, been living the life of the dead for far too longFar too longCan you hear the begotten?Screaming for aid in your time of needYou're lucky to have me and the gifts I bringAnd that's the only thing that gets me up from my earthen tombTo do what you called me here forI'm not the chosen oneI'm just closest oneThe only one in townMicah Robinson - GuitarSteve Murphy - Bass, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Drums4 min
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- Smacked With MotorcyclesOriginally recorded on PKG's The All Devouring Beast (2004)I’m peeling my wheels on a Wednesday eveningGot blood on the chromeAin’t gonna wipe it offI’ve been a straight arrow shooter through all of my daysIt’s time to repentTime to get crazedNo concern for the speedometer, andJust add to the odometer, andYou gotta grab it by the handlebars and swing itYou gotta swing itI want to be…Smacked with motorcyclesI want to be…Tasting the grit of the AutobahnI say…I want to be…Smacked with motorcyclesI want to be…One with the roadGot me the sickness of a long hard roadGot asphalt in my veins and a gravelly heartIt’s like a straight A student who’s discovered a babeThere’s no turning backTime to get crazedNo concern for the speedometer, andJust add to the odometer, andYou gotta grab it by the handlebars and swing itYou gotta swing itI want to be…Smacked with motorcyclesI want to be…Tasting the grit of the AutobahnI say…I want to be…Smacked with motorcyclesI want to be…One with the roadKawasak it to me!I’m an easy rider and I like to be hit with a low riding Harley all across my visageIt’s a natural high when they smash it down lowNo need to talkTime for the show!No concern for the speedometer, andJust add to the odometer, andYou gotta grab it by the handlebars and swing itYou gotta swing itI want to be…Smacked with motorcyclesI want to be…Tasting the grit of the AutobahnI say…I want to be…Smacked with motorcyclesI want to be…One with the roadMicah Robinson - Guitar, Backing VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Guitar4 min
- Clean Livin'Clean livin’All my mistakesPass it onThere’s enough to go aroundPass it onThere’s enough to go aroundPass it onThere’s enough to go aroundPass it onPass it onClean livin’On the edge of the BayouPass it onThere’s enough to go aroundPass it onThere’s enough to go aroundPass it onThere’s enough to go aroundPass it onPass it onPass it onThere’s enough to go aroundPass it onThere’s enough to go aroundPass it onThere’s enough to go aroundPass it onPass it onClean livin’The master strokePass it onThere’s enough to go aroundPass it onThere’s enough to go aroundPass it onThere’s enough to go aroundPass it onPass it onJohn Makarewicz - DrumsNick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Keyboard, VocalsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - Backing Vocals4 min
- Dragon DazeLimbering up the sinew for the dungeon crawlNo longer on my ownGot a party built for speed and strengthCarry this prize homeAll the way homeShe's built to fightCovered in all those scalesWhat a sandbox in which to playLiving out the Dragon DazeLearned on how to use my brain for something far beyondDetached and free of meInside this chassis I can be of useCarry this prize homeAll the way homeShe's built to fightCovered in all those scalesWhat a sandbox in which to playLiving out the Dragon DazeAll my muscles have fallen prey to somethingSomething small and maliciousBut here I am the championThe champion of a better world I call my ownLooking down the fire at the faces of my only crewEyes that stare so full of lifeWhen we escape I feel myself walking realCarry this prize homeAll the way homeShe's built to fightCovered in all those scalesWhat a sandbox in which to playLiving out the Dragon DazeLevitating above the place I learned to thriveBefore they pull out the plugThe party lifts me up to touch the nearest starLet me find my way homeAll the way homeShe's built to fightCovered in all those scalesWhat a sandbox in which to playLiving out the Dragon DazeMicah Robinson - GuitarStephen Murphy - BassJohn Makarewicz - DrumsNick Nunziata - Vocals5 min
- Meat DietOriginally recorded on Package's Ghosts Harm Humans (1997)You and I are feeling much too obeseGotta do some window shoppingGet some meatLamb chopPork chopAny kind of meatGotta gnaw on something fleshy with meWhen we are feeling so much better than themWe're gonna stand proudly and say we did the meat diet and winGrab yourself a cheeseburger with no trace of guiltDon't you shed a tear for the mustard that's spiltRib EyeT-BoneBeefsteak to the heartGrab and a knife and fork and tear it apartWhen we are feeling so much better than themWe're gonna stand proudly and say we did the meat diet and winWhen we are feeling so much better than themWe're gonna stand proudly and say we did the meat diet and winCarbohydrates are no funGrab the meatCarnivore is the way it's meant to beCarbohydrates are no funWe thrive on meatCarnivore is the way it's meant to beWhen we are feeling so much better than themWe're gonna stand proudly and say we did the meat diet and winMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Drums5 min
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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.