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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- FossilizedOriginally recorded on The Lucky Nightsticks' Laker II (2010)Said you put her on a pedestalHigh enoughShe can't let goFear of heightsForgot the lowsWe done come a good long wayMy bonesMy bonesTold her I'm Breaker of StonesEyes milky through tears and permeationSurprise sunriseSuckerfish watches your eyesThrough murky glassBottom of my drinking canFossilized is where I ought to beSeen through glass I can be my own wayClose your eyesNo need to prayWe're in yesterdayThe moon lights the moodShooting starsDoing no goodThe moon lights the moodShooting starsDoing no goodReserved a room under pseudonymPencil mustache watching her assCordless phone by defaultFeel it tight around the throatThrough murky glassFeel it pulsing in his handFossilized is where I ought to beSeen through glass I can be my own wayClose your eyesNo need to prayWe're in yesterdayThe moon lights the moodShooting starsDoing no goodThe moon lights the moodShooting starsDoing no goodFossilized is where I ought to beSeen through glass I can be my own wayClose your eyesNo need to prayWe're in yesterdayNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - GuitarStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals3 min
- Finest Tourist MoonshineOriginally recorded on The Lucky Nightsticks' Laker V (2018)In the woods you won't find it on the Google MapsJust look for the fat smash of bleeding bloodThe kind of country store that never closesAnd talk to the toothless manHe'll say:"You've got to try the candy; it's made from Andy"He's not known for sarcasmAndy Jones is bonesWe're drinking the finest tourist moonshineFrom their hollowed-out skullsJust talk to the toothless man, he'll say...They set the traps just over county linesRusted out cars filling up in the forestMaking it hard to get to the fishing holeJust talk to the toothless man, he'll say...You've got to try the burritoUsed to be a guy in a speedoYou can't make this upJust talk to the toothless man, he'll say...Whipping your sweet ass down a crazy gravel roadSee a rickety wooden miracleThe kind of country store that never closesJust talk to the toothless man, he'll say...You gotta try the stromboliUsed to be the hockey team's goalieBlood and sausage in a hole begging for homeWe're drinking the finest tourist moonshineFrom their hollowed-out skullsJust talk to the toothless manJohn Makarewicz - BassStephen Murphy - Guitar, BackingNick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals3 min
- Breathing Tube RubeInhalingSlowlyMisanthropeAnimal mind in meThrow some pity pennies at the breathing tube rubeThrow some pity pennies at the breathing tube rubeSpinningWiselyKeep the motionFor oxygenThrow some pity pennies at the breathing tube rubeThrow some pity pennies at the breathing tube rubeIt’s just another partyIt’s just another lieIt’s just another partyIt’s just another partyIt’s just another lieIt’s just another partyWinningInternallyFeel the pipe closingFor oxygenThrow some pity pennies at the breathing tube rubeThrow some pity pennies at the breathing tube rubeIt’s just another partyIt’s just another lieIt’s just another partyIt’s just another partyIt’s just another lieIt’s just another partyStephen Murphy - DrumsNick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals3 min
- The SupremeWe've evolved beyond the goal set forthThe brain adapting slowUniverse rapidly pass us byWe can only stand and fightThe unmistakable oneAm I all alone?The fight to understand the way we transferFinally lined up like we plannedThe mystery is free though the answer may be cheapIt’s the ride you grow to loveThe unmistakable oneAm I all alone?I plant the supreme beanI plant the supreme beanI plant the supreme beanI plant the supreme beanWe’ve devolved to gazing straight aheadWhile the up and down stays wildly unfedThe unmistakable oneAm I all alone?I plant the supreme beanI plant the supreme beanI plant the supreme beanI plant the supreme beanJohn Makarewicz - GuitarNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsSteve Murphy - DrumsMike Padula - BassMicah Robinson - Backing Vocals5 min
- Shiny StuffThereCalm and fullWhereI find youYouAre aloneDrinkFrom empty bowlYou are fillingWith gasolineAll your charmsAll your toysIt’s all shiny stuffNothing moreAll your charmsAll your toysIt’s all shiny stuffNothing moreThereCalm and fullWhereI find youAnimal on the edgeStimulatedLeave them hereCome with meThere's shiny stuffOver thereAll your charmsAll your toysIt’s all shiny stuffNothing moreMichael Padula - BassNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Drums3 min
- So CorruptIn this machinery I feel the prying eyes upon the bedWhen you are with me I know we are desiredCentrifugal act to seal the bond for all time... againOur destructionWith this agreement in place defer to your experience... againDo you need permission to grow?I'm adept at choosing wrong so permit me to let you determineThe shape of our destructionI feel so corruptI’m getting sicker every dayCan I convalesce?I feel so corruptForget the lies I told todayForget about the restIn lieu of flowers the family asks you to send them all your breadThe address is everywhereIn our defense everything we did was to strictly guaranteeOur destructionI feel so corruptI’m getting sicker every dayCan I convalesce?I feel so corruptForget the lies I told todayForget about the restJohn Makarewicz - Drums, GuitarNick Nunziata - Guitar, Keyboard, VocalsMike Padula - BassSteve Murphy - Backing Vocals4 min
- Desert RocksTorn and bloody socks on these desert rocksBeen so long since they stepped on fertile groundYou’ve got motiveYou’ve got soulI got heat signatures pinging off these roadsTrail of blood winding around these desert rocksIt’s a miracle the night creepers haven’t come in crawlingYou’re a victimYou’re a curseI’ll use everything I have to bring you closeBroken down door at the edge of desert rocksInnocence squandered in a fit of turbulenceYou’re a poisonYou’re a bladeI’ll make my fatal move upon this stageStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals3 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.