Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Telepod Tomorrow
    Confessional all my life
    Standing by
    And looking on
    The time has come to decide
    Where I'll make my name
    For good or for even worse
    Not sure I wanna fly
    Telepod tomorrow
    Though I want it all
    Telepod tomorrow
    Earthbound all my life
    Unfortunately
    I cannot lie still
    The time has come to decide
    Where I'll make my name
    For good or for even worse
    Not sure I wanna fly
    Telepod tomorrow
    Though I want it all
    Telepod tomorrow
    It’s scientific
    Beyond my mind
    I’m just a clone
    So much better
    And here I am mulling
    Whether to become greatness
    Become timeless
    Load me into your machine
    And make me go
    Straight to tomorrow
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Nineteen Heartbeats
    I was lonely
    I was only a foregone conclusion in your plan to transform the world
    Microscopic moves
    Avoiding cellular death
    All they can prove
    Is that you’re adept
    The body changes hands
    New ownership
    Slightly better
    But different
    Microscopic moves
    Four dimensional chess
    Pieces once unseen
    Proving mother knows best
    A million kind of punishments
    I was only joking
    About your domains
    Nineteen heartbeats
    Time it took from here to there
    And know you control me
    I was lonely
    I was only a foregone conclusion in your plan to transform the world
    A million kind of punishments
    I was only joking
    About your domains
    Nineteen heartbeats
    Time it took from here to there
    And know you control me
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    4 min
  • Burning Tail
    Every year is the year of the dragon
    Every year is the year of the dragon
    No one is better suited
    Whip the burning tail
    No one is better suited
    Whip the burning tail
    Wiping scales away in volume
    Dusting off all the swords
    There's no treasure to be found
    Only another mouth to feed
    No one is better suited
    Whip the burning tail
    No one is better suited
    Whip the burning tail
    We're only getting delayed
    Feed this new reality
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Backing Vocals
    Michael Padula - Bass, Melodica
    4 min
  • The Clue
    Dungeon gold
    All those miles
    Aimless dark
    Gleam of steel
    Find me in this grid
    Hopelessly thrilled
    I found the clue and it's all about you
    I found the clue and it's all about you
    Gazing long and true
    Will this passage end
    I found the clue and it's all about you
    I found the clue and it's all about you
    The rolls keep on losing
    The goal keeps on moving
    Not a clue to get through
    And it's the waiting
    The silence of the tomb
    Fills me up with the cold
    Use the clue in this instance
    A saving throw
    All the training before
    Leaves me with a glimpse
    Of what could be and still be
    A saving throw
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
    3 min
  • The Chosen One
    Not one to follow
    Not one to follow
    Not one to follow
    Not one to follow
    Not one to follow
    Not one to follow
    Not one to follow
    Not one to follow
    There is a chosen one among us and his name might be Paul
    Not one to follow
    Not one to follow
    Not one to follow
    Not one to follow
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    4 min
  • No More Polygons
    No more polygons
    They’re no longer in vogue
    Travel to my creative grave
    Interested now
    Digital terrorism
    Why don’t you let this computer free?
    No more polygons
    It builds the world by itself
    Using every tool to break me
    Interested now
    Digital terrorism
    Why don’t you let this computer free?
    Interested now
    Digital terrorism
    Why don’t you set this computer free?
    No more polygons
    Lethargic acts brought this on
    Belly full with information
    Interested now
    Digital terrorism
    Why don’t you set this computer free?
    No more polygons
    It builds the world by itself
    Using every tool to break me
    No more polygons
    No more polygons
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    4 min
  • Paul
    Golden words pass through this room
    Parses all their stories
    All their moments
    Fine tuning each word
    Where they stand
    On solid ground
    All because of your gift
    In the slivers you pass through
    A figure bathed in smoke
    Their words dissolve
    All eyes move to the crested one
    In their mouths they chew the name
    Paul
    Where they stand
    On solid ground
    All because of your gift
    Feel Paul
    Heal Paul
    Feel Paul
    Heal Paul
    Feel Paul
    Heal Paul
    Feel Paul
    Heal Paul
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals
    Carl Cunningham - Guitar
    5 min

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