Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Powering Through Breakfast
    P:
    I’m sitting here trying to get my nutritional load and my mind is racing
    N:
    And just like that there’s a new instance of Pumpkinblood
    On my doorstep as the sun comes up
    The way he plays
    The way he came
    It seems like just the beginning of it all
    But still you gotta wonder
    P:
    It’s very difficult for me to be answering questions while I’m powering through breakfast
    N:
    It’s not a burden if he cleans up his messes
    But it’s so hard to judge by appearances
    The way he looks
    Like jerky made from a frog
    He carries himself so charmingly
    But still you gotta wonder
    P:
    It’s very difficult for me to be answering questions while I’m powering through breakfast
    N:
    Look we're all about acceptance and inclusion
    As evidenced by the fact we have John Makarewicz
    A strapping white with a literal future
    Like a stack of coiled up snakes
    He's rock solid where it counts
    But still you gotta wonder
    P:
    It’s very difficult for me to be answering questions while I’m powering through breakfast
    N:
    Maybe a little hint at the length of stay
    A creeping demon can interrupt our natural flow
    Is he here to help or is it just a trap
    A weird old dude
    A slithering weirdazoid
    All we need's a little clue
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - P-Vocals
    3 min
  • The Beautiful Shoes
    N & P:
    What you got there?
    The Beautiful Shoes!
    What kind of store sells such beautiful shoes?
    N:
    In the summertime they cause hammertime ‘cause they’re made of wood
    A lengthy stay in the hospital 'cause you’re feeling no good
    In the olden days they put their toes in the tortured zone
    But damn I bet them shoes set you back some maravedís
    P:
    Clopping around with mistake feet
    But my compliments to the cobbler-in-chief!
    N & P:
    What you got there?
    The Beautiful Shoes!
    What kind of store sells such beautiful shoes?
    N:
    In the summertime they cause hammertime ‘cause they’re made of wood
    A lengthy stay in the hospital 'cause you’re feeling no good
    In the olden days they put their toes in the tortured zone
    But damn I bet them shoes set you back some maravedís
    P:
    Clopping around with mistake feet
    But my compliments to the cobbler-in-chief!
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, P-Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Guitar, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Percussion
    3 min
  • Charon
    Originally recorded on PKG's The Sea of Problems (2000)
    Acheron is polluted with the voice of despair
    The dead pass through with the wailing in the air
    Eyes that never close are eyes that never see
    As time stands still in the underworld
    Eyes never close
    Eyes never see
    There's poison in the currents of the River Styx
    Paved the Gods
    Patrolled by the Ferryman
    Charon Charon
    Deathly still and running cold
    Charon Charon
    Collecting and watching is the job of the Ferryman
    Charon Charon
    Deathly still and eons old
    The Ferryman just rows
    The ghosts of the dead ride and idly wait
    As they travel through the River of Hate
    Eyes that never close are eyes that never see
    As time stands still in the underworld
    Eyes never close
    Eyes never see
    The Charon rules the currents of the River Styx
    Paved the Gods
    Patrolled by the Ferryman
    Charon Charon
    Deathly still and running cold
    Charon Charon
    Collecting and watching is the job of the Ferryman
    Charon Charon
    Deathly still and eons old
    The Ferryman just rows
    Cruising down the river with a grim visage
    He's taking your souls to the afterlife
    Heaven or Hell
    Flip a coin
    It's all the same
    To a being that doesn't get paid by commission
    He has no mercy
    You don't pay the fare
    You're going to wail for eternity
    The River of Hate
    The River of Styx
    The River of Wailing and Forgetfulness
    You're doing the Charon Boogie
    You're doing the Charon Boogie for eternity
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    3 min
  • Gobbin'
    I'm a Gobbin and my aim is true
    Anarchist of the open room
    I say what I'm about to do
    And I'm sending a vibe
    Well I'm sending a vibe
    And my vibe is...
    And my vibe is...
    All night
    On time
    (I'm a Gobbin and I'm vibing)
    All night
    (I'm a Gobbin and I'm vibing)
    All night
    On time
    (I'm a Gobbin and I'm vibing)
    All night
    I'm a Gobbin in the brightest light
    Feeling like I wanna illuminate
    I'm a Gobbinwhen it's going down tonight
    Sending a vibe
    Well I'm sending a vibe
    All night
    On time
    (I'm a Gobbin and I'm vibing)
    All night
    (I'm a Gobbin and I'm vibing)
    All night
    On time
    (I'm a Gobbin and I'm vibing)
    All night
    All night
    On time
    (I'm a Gobbin and I'm vibing)
    All night
    (I'm a Gobbin and I'm vibing)
    All night
    On time
    (I'm a Gobbin and I'm vibing)
    All night
    I'm a Gobbin with the back door ajar
    Looking like I'm gonna build a new scar
    I'm a Gobbin and I'm feeling so alive
    Sending a vibe
    I'm sending a vibe
    And my vibe is...
    And my vibe is...
    And my vibe is...
    And my vibe is...
    I'm a Gobbin and I'm vibing
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Mike Padula - Bass
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    4 min
  • Forget My Face
    Don’t you forget my face
    Print it on a pillow
    I’ve traveled far and wide
    And I’ll need to remembered
    Don’t you forget my face
    The only thing to remember
    Years after my words have died
    Crave your recognition
    Long after the denouement
    Long and faded
    Long after the ground is hard
    I'll still be locked away
    Honest words
    All I've done
    All I've got for you
    Tell you why
    Walked away
    And all I've got for you
    Long after the denouement
    Long and faded
    Long after the ground is hard
    I'll still be locked away
    Don’t you forget my face
    What's etched in stone can fade
    Memory is infinity
    And you're a part of forever
    Long after the denouement
    Long and faded
    Long after the ground is hard
    I'll still be locked away
    Honest words
    All I've done
    All I've got for you
    Tell you why
    You've walked away
    All I've got for you
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    5 min
  • Dagger
    Originally recorded on Package's Ghosts Harm Humans (1997)
    Easily Concealed
    Alone tonight
    Quiet by the fire
    You sneak around behind my eyes
    And find another lover
    Silent as a starry night
    And gliding like a dagger
    Facing me you are in control
    And deadly as a dagger
    Betrayed again
    Without a clue
    I wake up excited
    Out in the night
    While I'm asleep
    You hunt for another
    Silent as a starry night
    And gliding like a dagger
    Facing me you are in control
    And deadly as a dagger
    I dream of you
    Asleep next to me
    I wake up excited
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Standing in Line Behind the Man
    Originally recorded on The Killing Swarm's A Lesson with Each Broken Bone (2008)
    Difference between them and me is a canyon grand with misery
    Chromosome cocktail mixed beneath the bar
    Single malt gone to shit
    Bowing to the pyramid scheme for the sake of us all
    Gotta feed the mouth of my baby
    To care about tomorrow
    Standing in line behind the man
    Standing for anything I can
    Standing just to turn to stone
    Standing still to be counted
    And counted on
    I punch the clock like my father before me
    Caked in soot from the old man's boot
    Ranked and file my DNA
    Unworthy and expendable
    Bowing to the pyramid scheme for the sake of us all
    Gotta feed the mouth of my baby
    To care about tomorrow
    Standing in line behind the man
    Standing for anything I can
    Standing just to turn to stone
    Standing still to be counted
    And counted on
    I'm bowing to the pyramid scheme for the sake of us all
    Gotta feed the mouth of my baby
    To care about tomorrow
    Standing in line behind the man
    Standing for anything I can
    Standing just to turn to stone
    Standing still to be counted
    Counted
    Counted
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Steve Murphy - Bass, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar
    4 min
  • I Eat Lies
    Originally recorded on The Killing Swarm's Lo Sciame Mortale (2006)
    Skinbone Starbuck Rockstar
    Being fed by your IPod I.V.
    Engorged with information
    And jerking it off to the hotel queen
    Real life Realdoll
    With a hit man’s dead eye stare
    I remember life before cable
    Before your vaporware
    Sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll
    Ain’t nothing more than a soda pop slogan
    Take it
    You can have it
    Your currency is vacancy
    No I’m not beautiful
    But I’m not frozen from never having chosen
    Never ate a person I didn’t like
    But if the seasoning is right…
    I eat lies
    Moppethead did your mirror commit suicide?
    Philip Dick had the wrong thing in mind
    Remember it for me retail
    Drafted by Old Navy and taken from behind
    Real time fake life
    Swallow the bait with your DSL
    I remember life before Covey
    And his store bought Hell
    Sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll
    Ain’t nothing more than a past date pastime
    Take it
    You can have it
    It’s the currency of vacancy
    No I’m not beautiful
    But I’m not frozen from never having chosen
    Never ate a person I didn’t like
    But if the seasoning is right…
    I eat lies
    No I’m not beautiful
    But I’m not frozen from never having chosen
    Never ate a person I didn’t like
    But if the seasoning is right…
    I eat lies
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Bass
    4 min
  • Cancer of the Everything
    Originally recorded on The Killing Swarm's My Heart's in Aricebo (2008)
    I felt my stomach rupture
    Knuckles deep they cleared me out
    Ticking time bomb in my womb giving birth to doom and gloom
    A baby baby baby coccoon
    I gotta sell my earthly possessions
    'cause I'm infected as hell
    I'll seal a manilla never send it
    Full of truths that I will never tell
    Contagion is my middle name
    Got cancer of the everything
    Got cancer of the everything
    Head to toe I'm a habitat for aggression
    Aggression
    Aggression
    See the Parthenon and Stonehenge
    Now it's time to take a ride to something great, yeah
    Hands will carry me away
    Hands will carry me away
    I gotta sell my earthly possessions
    'cause I'm infected as hell
    I'll seal a manilla never send it
    Full of truths that I will never tell
    Contagion is my middle name
    Got cancer of the everything
    Got cancer of the everything
    Head to toe I'm a habitat for aggression
    Aggression
    Aggression
    See the Parthenon and Stonehenge
    Now it's time to take a ride to something great, yeah
    Hands will carry me away
    Hands will carry me away
    I felt my stomach rupture
    Knuckles deep they cleared me out
    Ticking time bomb in my womb giving birth to doom and gloom
    A baby baby baby baby coccoon
    I gotta sell my earthly possessions
    'cause I'm infected as hell
    I'll seal a manilla never send it
    Full of truths that I will never tell
    Contagion is my middle name
    Got cancer of the everything
    Got cancer of the everything
    Head to toe I'm a habitat for aggression
    Aggression
    Agsression
    See the Parthenon and Stonehenge
    Now it's time to take a ride to something great, yeah
    Hands will carry me away
    Hands will carry me away
    Won't you carry me away?
    Won't you carry me away?
    Won't you carry me away?
    A baby baby baby coccoon
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Bass
    3 min
  • Knight in Battered Armor
    Originally recorded on The Lucky Nightsticks' Laker II (2010)
    Heard the call and wandered through the battleground
    And it brings me to your doorstep
    You take me in and free my inhibitions
    Kill my cynicism
    You light me up with your eyes of flame
    Dance, dance, dance
    Or open a vein
    My baby love
    My baby love disarmer
    Let me the one who fixes the way
    When others are broken
    My baby love
    My baby love
    Tried to stall but if I could just borrow your halo
    If for just one more day
    I'd light the way with fire, love, and passion
    From my rebuilt compassion
    Now I burn at the stake from your eyes of flame
    Dance, dance, dance
    Or open a vein
    My baby love
    My baby love disarmer
    Let me the one who fixes the way
    When others are broken
    My baby love
    My baby love
    Goodbye love I'm just a knight in battered armor
    And I'm I'm bleeding at your doorstep
    Untouched by blades
    I failed to get your message of faith and moderation
    Now I burn at the stake from your eyes of flame
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    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.