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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- Who Goes There?Originally recorded on PKG's The All Devouring Beast (2004)Look in my eyes to see the futureLook in the flames to see the pastWe had the questions in our mindBlood is emerging frozenWe found the answers in the coldEyes awake and never closingOne at time we met the fireJoining the tainted chosenIn the coldest place in the worldLook in my eyes and see the futureWho goes there?Look in the flames to see the pastWe were the last to know the truthWho goes there?Man is the warmest place to hideWe had the questions in our mindBlood is emerging frozenWe found the answers in the coldEyes awake and never closingOne at time we met the fireJoining the tainted chosenIn the coldest place in the worldLook in my eyes and see the futureWho goes there?Look in the flames to see the pastWe were the last to know the truthWho goes there?Man is the warmest place to hideWe had the questions in our mindBlood is emerging frozenWe found the answers in the coldEyes awake and never closingOne at time we met the fireLook in my eyes and see the futureWho goes there?Look in the flames to see the pastWe were the last to know the truthWho goes there?Man is the warmest place to hideJohn Makarewicz - DrumsNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsStephen Murphy - Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - Guitar, Backing Vocals5 min
- Farting The Whole TimeN:I want this song to be different than the restTo tug at the heart while we're solvingP:Well it's a good thing I showed upN:What to do with your boiling businessWhen you're farting the whole timeYou can't resort to physical impingementIt's so much deeper than sewing the hole shutP:This part sounds like Law and OrderP:How do you solve your crazy hole?With donations from around the globeN & P:Just call the nine-hundredAnd spend a few hundredEveryone loves itTime to deliverBe a good giverFor PumpkinbloodP:Soldiers and clerks and magicians and sailors and pizza bakers are farting the whole timeN & P:Please inform me of your medical benefitsIs there fine print devoted to your anusIf not there's likely a loopholeRide the doctor funnel to the wind tunnelN & P:Just call the nine-hundredAnd spend a few hundredEveryone loves itTime to deliverBe a good giverFor PumpkinbloodNick Nunziata - Keyboard, Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, P-VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Percussion5 min
- The Pants Of SantaN:When you think you got it all figured outSomething happens to change everythingP:Well these flying pants qualify!N & P:Step into the rhythm of…Step into the rhythm of…Watching Santa’s pantsStep into the rhythm of…Step into the rhythm of…Santa’s pantsN:The sky is filled with flapping mysteryThose unmistakable fluffy trousersP:They are super gross and floating!N & P:Step into the rhythm of…Step into the rhythm of…Watching Santa’s pantsStep into the rhythm of…Step into the rhythm of…Santa’s pantsN:Somewhere somehow his naked lowerIt all just bleeds together like a dying waterfallP:Somehow now it all got worseN & P:Step into the rhythm of…Step into the rhythm of…Watching Santa’s pantsStep into the rhythm of…Step into the rhythm of…Santa’s pantsJohn Makarewicz - Drums, PercussionNick Nunziata - Guitar, Keyboard, VocalsStephen Murphy - Bass, Guitar, P-Vocals4 min
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- Throwing ClayMy mind is racing on no drugI feel no need to please someoneFraudulent maneuvers in the darkSitting down for a little trouble spotThrowing clay is better than catching a beatingJust so refreshingMy ass is sitting on this rugMaking shapes until the morning comesThrowing clay is better than catching a beatingJust so refreshingIn the mood for making some potteryI'm gonna do exactly what the doctor told meIn the mood for making some potteryThis is the last time I can afford to flyIn the mood for making some potteryI want to build something you can loveSo you can put that love inside this cupTo think of me as you start the dayAnd gaze to the sky and remember usThrowing clay is better than catching a beatingJust so refreshingIn the mood for making some potteryI'm gonna do exactly what the doctor told meIn the mood for making some potteryThis is the last time I can afford to flyIn the mood for making some potteryNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - BassSteve Murphy - Drums, Guitar4 min
- Like Attracts LikeAs the crow fliesAs the paint driesWe're simpaticoNothing needed to entertain on a long, long rideIf the phone diesIf we blow tiresNo mystery to what we're going to doJust promise me not another undoIf you want meIf you want mePlay fairlyLike attracts likeIf you want meIf you want mePlay fairlyLike attracts likeIf you want meIf you want mePlay fairlyIf you want meIf you want mePlay fairlyYou read my mindYou wrote my mindYou erode my mindYour like attracts mineIf you want meIf you want mePlay fairlyLike attracts likeIf you want meIf you want mePlay fairlyLike attracts likeIf you want meIf you want mePlay fairlyIf you want meIf you want mePlay fairlyYou read my mindYou wrote my mindYou erode my mindYour like attracts mineNick Nunziata - Bass, Keyboard, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Drums, GuitarStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals5 min
- 1492 PositionsP:I'm riding my baby in so many ways!N:Like a cowboy made of beefHe twisting with his favorite thingT:I'm on the road to tantric harmony!All:All these positions need to add up to 1492When the candle has all but burned awayI'll still be holding youP:Five down and I'm hunting creativity!N:Like a zoetrope of writhing beastsThis spectacle is too much to seeT:You might need to rein in these percussive movesAll:All these positions need to add up to 1492When the candle has all but burned awayI'll still be holding youAll:All these positions need to add up to 1492When the candle has all but burned awayI'll still be holding youN:These ambitious lovers are taking napsStephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, P-VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Percussion, GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals, T-Vocals3 min
- Twilight RomanceP:Wasted all that time in crimeThese weary bones found loveT:I've also been spinning my wheelsIn Scottish plays and whatnotP:TwilightIt's twilight romanceP:You fit so well in the front of my pantsRight next to the championT:It's hella cool in your pantsJust be mindful of my wingsP:I'm almost fed up with slaughterYou really are a charmerT:I've barely killed anyoneBut once I flew through a mothP:The moon is golden tonightPlus I'm wearing gold monaclesT:You look beautiful PumpkinbloodBy the way I'm legally blindP:TwilightTwilight romanceTwilightTwighlight romanceP:Did you get Peter Pan's autograph?We could sell it on EbayT:Sadly I never thought to askBut I'm excellent at forgeryStephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Bass, P-VocalsJohn Makarewicz - PercussionNick Nunziata - Keyboard, Guitar, T-Vocals4 min
- Making Things HappenP:My loins are crazy with the heatI’ve never felt so electricT:Got my dancing shoes onAnd my tightest skirt onGonna get my flirt onP & T:We, we, we…We’re making things happenN:Sometimes the hardest thing is right in your pantsP:Energetic movesFrom me to youWe’re aliveIn the greatest moment in historyT:Make your moveI’m ready for the guiltI’m swapping the Lost BoysFor the best boy I ever knewT:Got my dancing shoes onAnd my tightest skirt onGonna get my flirt onP & T:We, we…We’re making things happenN:Sometimes the hardest thing is controlling your bloodflowP & T:We’re making things happenWe’re making things happenNick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals, T-VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, P-VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Bass3 min
- Taming PumpkinbloodP:I'm feeling dangerousWill I hold myself to a standard?N:Leave it to NightsticksWe won't let you downWatching you grow is enlighteningWe're taming PumpkinbloodP:I'm so used to demolishing everythingIs tenderness even possible for me?N:Leave it to NightsticksWe won't let you downWatching you grow is enlighteningWe're taming PumpkinbloodP:I'm working the muscles in my heart!Everything is stretching in fun new ways!Pumpkinblood is domesticating!Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, P-VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Bass3 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.