Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Dark Forest
    You can feel the cold grow
    In the moss on the floor
    Chlorophyll in long supply
    Always in motion
    My emotion
    In the world of the lost it's all around us
    The dark forest
    So many dreams still hang among the trees
    The dark forest
    If you listen to the wind
    You can hear their crying voice
    Words in step with breeze
    The greenest nation
    An expectation
    In the world of the lost it's all around us
    The dark forest
    Breaking light is a forever dream
    Stay close before it sees
    Breaking light is a forever dream
    Stay close before it sees
    Steve Murphy - Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    4 min
  • Spectral Regimen
    On the down low we know
    There’s a governance in play
    Devotion is the discipline
    Treat then no longer as souls
    All my days
    Fall from grace
    The expected road
    Paved with ghosts
    Spectral regimen is glue
    Stay loose amidst the ghouls
    Determined and true
    To keep the dead that way
    All my days
    Fall from grace
    The expected road
    Paved with ghosts
    Even though our heart’s in pain
    There’s a governance in play
    All my days
    Fall from grace
    The expected road
    Paved with ghosts
    Spectral regimen is glue
    Stay loose amidst the ghouls
    Determined and true
    To keep the dead that way
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar
    4 min
  • Lightning Death
    Lightning death is on the bayou
    Can you see it?
    Static cracking on that spot I can’t reach
    These earthly possessions
    Want to take them with me my love
    Especially your trap door
    That’s rude and sexist and I apologize
    I hear the thunder
    And I’m so impatient
    Lightning death down the mountain
    Wanna touch it?
    Step into my office on the other side of the ground
    These earthly possessions
    Want to take them with me my love
    Especially your trap door
    That’s rude and sexist and I apologize
    But I hear the thunder
    And I’m so impatient
    Lightning death is where I meet you
    Can you feel it?
    Grounded but not enough to stay mortal
    Lightning death is now with you
    Do you love it?
    Fly through the clouds and claim what's yours
    These earthly possessions
    Want to take them with me my love
    Especially your trap door
    That’s rude and sexist and I apologize
    I hear the thunder
    And I’m so impatient
    Lifeline touch my bottom
    Touch my soul
    Touch down like a bolt of heat
    Melts the road
    My skeleton is like fire
    Whipping
    Another crispy day
    Shake my hand to death
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Guitar
    4 min
  • Feel Free to Betray Steelfoot
    From the wild to the holding cell
    His equilibrium and guile are so steady
    When it all seems a wash
    Just go with the flow
    The dark shadow looms so large
    Your hands are only as tied as you want 'em
    When faced with the impossible
    Feel free to betray Steelfoot
    His magic is never ending grace
    When it all seems a wash
    Just go with the flow
    The loyalty has been so clutch
    But the books are filled with his crimes
    When faced with the impossible
    Feel free to betray Steelfoot
    His magic is never ending grace
    When it all seems a wash
    Just go with the flow
    Steve Murphy - Guitar, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
    3 min
  • Meet Locker
    In the meet locker!
    Ten times out of ten times guaranteed
    I’m on the side of the underdog
    Innocent parties always relegated
    Dangerous ideas magnified
    Everyone wants to fight!
    Everyone wants to feel!
    Everyone wants to beef!
    In the meet locker!
    After party aftermath is cold
    And it all leads back to home
    Do you want to fight?
    Everyone wants to fight!
    Everyone wants to feel!
    Everyone wants to beef!
    In the meet locker!
    Easily slip into the coat of the wolf
    Even though you’re housebroken
    Take it to the mat before you think twice
    Swinging at the face from yesterday
    Do you want to fight?
    Do you want to fight?
    Everyone wants to fight!
    Everyone wants to feel!
    Everyone wants to beef!
    In the meet locker!
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    3 min
  • Brightest Eyes
    Down in the grass
    Undisturbed
    The brightest eyes
    Looking dim
    Protect the colony
    The brightest eyes
    The black spirit flies
    Who will it claim?
    The brightest eyes
    The black spirit flies
    The brightest eyes
    To take someone away
    Hound on the prowl
    Flash in the dark
    The brightest eyes
    Look away
    Protect the colony
    The brightest eyes
    The black spirit flies
    Who will it claim?
    The brightest eyes
    The black spirit flies
    The brightest eyes
    To take someone away
    The black spirit flies
    The brightest eyes
    Who will it claim?
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    4 min
  • Strike Front
    You’re strutting around like a virus
    I’m the firewall
    You think you’ve been built to withstand trouble
    I’m the wrecking ball
    I’m the wrecking ball
    You think you’ll hit me on the way up and make me weak to my knees
    I’m not in the mood to strike back
    I’m going to strike front before you breathe
    I’m the wrecking ball
    I’m the wrecking ball
    You’re strutting around like a virus
    I’m the firewall
    You think you’ve been built to withstand trouble
    I’m the wrecking ball
    I’m the wrecking ball
    You think you’ll hit me on the way up and make me weak at my knees
    I’m not in the mood to strike back
    I’m going to strike front before you breathe
    It’s a beautiful thing
    I’m the wrecking ball
    I’m the wrecking ball
    Steve Murphy - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
    3 min
  • Three Man Jetpack
    Can you fly?
    Can you live?
    In the dancing Jetstream
    I can and do and so can you
    Flyboy
    Will we rise?
    Will we die?
    On the hardpan coffin
    We will see and if we do
    Goodbye
    Three Man on a jetpack
    One man enters
    Then another
    And then another
    One man enters
    Then another
    And then another
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Guitar, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    Steve Murphy - Drums
    4 min
  • Jewelry Junk and Juicy
    All of the mud in the county needs to be sifted through with wire mesh
    Strained within an inch of its life in case there’s a treasure
    On receipt of the total haul we’ll determine if we’re special
    Fingers look like carrots in the wishy washy silt of the crickbed
    Cracks are forming and it only matters if we find the bounty
    Load me
    There’s jewelry
    There’s junk
    And juicy
    There’s jewelry
    There’s junk
    And juicy
    Pockets on the inside on the outside and the basin bay is clean
    Walking towards the moon nothing shimmering we're fools
    Load me
    There’s jewelry
    There’s junk
    And juicy
    There’s jewelry
    There’s junk
    And juicy
    All of the mud in the county needs to be sifted through with wire mesh
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Bass, Guitar
    3 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.