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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- All That's LeftAll that’s left is the open skySay it one, two timesAnd never mention it againOn this world we set fire toCelestial bodies we are nowBigger than the place we fledAll that’s left is usAll that’s left is feelingsMemories pieced together without glueSomeone had to turn the light outAnd now there’s something emergingIf it’s promise, the meaning’s changedA universe of possibilities for me and youMe and youStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Drums, GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals4 min
- AdrenochromeIf it's said it's trueIf it's Anon it's QIt's time to do a dry rub on these babiesThe Cabal is hungry and Pavlov's dinner bell is ringingAdrenochrome is everythingAdrenochrome is harvestingCan you feel yourself getting younger?Adrenochrome is everythingAdrenochrome is harvestingJimmy C is right about it allListen to his thoughtsAs they retreat from his stupid headIf it's said it's trueIf it's Anon it's QEvery single thing is conspiracyGrab a six pack of children and let's hit the roadStephen Murphy - Drums, BassNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Guitar3 min
- Kitchen BatThey say lonely is the HunterSomewhere deep in the heart of the lotSomething stirring and strangeWe have a kitchen batUpsides are downsidesA bloody messThey speak of familiarsLiving underfoot but with dangerous eyesSomething deeper than darkWe have a kitchen batWe have a kitchen batUpsides are downsidesA bloody messSuch a bloody messMatt Townson - GuitarJohn Makarewicz - GuitarStephen Murphy - DrumsNick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals5 min
- Absolute UnitWe are all on this world for a reasonUnderwater or in the sky we riseForever in the pocketDamaging the ones who fellIt’s our call to flySo others can cease to crawlI can never come down on the wrong side of thisThe absolute unit forces themselves in the conversationAlways coming up to deal with all the obstaclesThe absolute unit rules the room before the ice is meltedBullies always rise from the sludgeBorn from a sac of unfulfilled loveIn their monkey brainThey see everything as a nail to poundIt’s our call to flySo others can cease to crawlI can never come down on the wrong side of thisThe absolute unit forces themselves in the conversationAlways coming up to deal with all the obstaclesThe absolute unit rules the room before the ice is meltedI can never come down on the wrong side of thisThe absolute unit forces themselves in the conversationAlways coming up to deal with all the obstaclesThe absolute unit rules the room before the ice is meltedThe smallest ones are always strongOvercompensating for a lifeForever stabilizedIts their call to drag us downAnd it’s our call to flySo others can cease to crawlI can never come down on the wrong side of thisThe absolute unit forces themselves in the conversationAlways coming up to deal with all the obstaclesThe absolute unit rules the room before the ice is meltedStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - Guitar, BassNick Nunziata - Vocals4 min
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- No WorriesConfident rolesWe’re not supposed toOngoing calmWe’re not supposed toLet’s take a walk to a place where it all can grow untendedNo worries this timeNo empty box to fill with loveAny other lifeAny other timeBut we’ve got no worries nowLet’s take a walk to a place where it all can grow untendedNo worries this timeNo empty box to fill with loveAny other lifeAny other timeBut we’ve got no worries nowNo worries this timeNo empty box to fill with loveAny other lifeAny other timeBut we’ve got no worries nowTaking a standWe're not supposed toJohn Makarewicz - DrumsMicah Robinson - Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Keyboard, Vocals4 min
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- BreadwinnerI'm the light that shinesDeep into your eyesMaking moves defy the coldWhy I spend my time alone isn't anyone's concernThere's food on the tableHazard's only whenSee you starving thereI take the risk for us allWhy I spend my time alone isn't anyone's concernThere's food on the tableWhy you always doubtI have us in my handsAnd they will never closeWhy I spend my time alone isn't anyone's concernThere's food on the tableI'm the breadwinnerStare you down and watch you moveUntil there's no tableStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Keyboard, VocalsMicah Robinson - Guitar4 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.