Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Rip Van Winkle Pumps Iron
    P:
    Working the muscles
    N:
    Stretching that ass
    P:
    Drinking a smoothie
    N:
    And still stretching that ass
    N & P:
    Rip Van Winkle’s got it made
    He’s making some serious gains
    P:
    Climbing the fake stairs
    N:
    Stretching that ass
    P:
    Wrapped in a towel
    N:
    And still stretching that ass
    N & P:
    Rip Van Winkle’s got it made
    He’s making some serious gains
    N & P:
    Rip Van Winkle’s swole as nuts
    Who does he think he is?
    N & P:
    Stretching the ass
    Stretching the ass
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, P-Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Guitar
    3 min
  • The Jitters
    N & S:
    The jitters come and he can't tell just why
    The jitters come and he’s inconsolable
    N:
    It’s his madness
    The thorn in his side
    P:
    It makes me weak
    No, no, no
    Not Pumpkinblood!
    N & S:
    The jitters come and his back spikes lose their grease
    The jitters come and he’s an unloaded potato
    N:
    It’s his madness
    The thorn in his side
    P:
    It makes me weak
    No, no, no
    Not Pumpkinblood!
    N:
    In his mind’s eye he’s stroking his lady
    Without a problem in the mirror
    He’s super shady
    P:
    I’m a pimp
    I’m P-Dawg
    I’m the Herniated Frisk
    I’m a playa
    In this moment
    I’m barely functional
    And all my loose has turned to tight
    N & S:
    The jitters come and he can't tell just why
    The jitters come and he’s inconsolable
    The jitters come and not because of Columbus Day
    The jitters come because his girl has the heat
    N:
    It’s his madness
    The thorn in his side
    P:
    It makes me weak
    No, no, no
    Not Pumpkinblood!
    N:
    It’s his madness
    The thorn in his side
    P:
    It makes me weak
    No, no, no
    Not, Pumpkinblood!
    N:
    In his mind’s eye he’s stroking his lady
    P:
    I’m a pimp
    I’m P-Dawg
    I’m the Herniated Frisk
    I’m a playa
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, P-Vocals, Backing Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Bass, Guitar
    4 min
  • The Elf Killer on Holiday
    N:
    Micah’s on the road
    He’s on a towel somewhere
    Making his case known
    P:
    We should observe the elf killer on holiday
    He’s earned this time to stretch his balls
    N:
    Micah’s wearing trunks
    Resting between nine dunes
    Watching crabs come home
    P:
    We should observe the elf killer on holiday
    He’s earned this time to stretch his balls
    N:
    Micah’s all alone
    People keeping a wide berth
    Elf blood on his hands
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Stephen Murphy - Bass, P-Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    3 min
  • Shot in Public
    Feel it’s over
    Lying loaded
    Shot in public
    Mercy by decree is a compromise
    I dare not disturb that apple cart
    Feel it’s over
    Lying loaded
    Shot in public
    Dead
    Dead
    Dead
    Dead
    Dead
    Dead
    Dead
    Dead
    Street side executioner showed me up
    Can’t afford to blink lest they never open again
    Feel it’s over
    Lying loaded
    Shot in public
    A loose definition of a world without walls
    I skip the line and ride the ride
    Feel it’s over
    Lying loaded
    Shot in public
    Dead
    Dead
    Dead
    Dead
    Dead
    Dead
    Dead
    Dead
    Feel it’s over
    Lying loaded
    Shot in public
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • A Guaranteed Tomorrow
    I need to occupy the empty space that’s vulnerable and open
    The undecided and incomplete among us hunt for voids
    Follow the light to your form
    A guaranteed tomorrow
    Slowing adhering to...
    Feeding me is feeding you
    Your beacon cuts through the night
    In the silty and dark
    I want to feed
    I want to share
    In the deep and dark we tangle
    Unable to discern
    Who is me and who is you
    Follow the light to your form
    A guaranteed tomorrow
    Slowing adhering to
    Feeding me is feeding you
    The bio-luminous is warm
    And I feel myself dissolve
    Your eyes once gray
    Now shine with my green
    Follow the light to your form
    A guaranteed tomorrow
    Slowing adhering to
    Feeding me is feeding you
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Bass, Keyboard
    John Makarewicz - Percussion
    4 min
  • Bedlights
    Why they shine no one knows
    Where the fine contrast shows
    Over
    Over
    Over
    Over
    Let the bedlights guide you home
    Let the bedlights guide you home
    Let the bedlights guide you home
    Let the bedlights guide you home
    Seeing shadows on your face
    Different since you left this place
    Why they shine no one knows
    Where the fine contrast shows
    Over
    Over
    Over
    Over
    Let the bedlights guide you home
    Let the bedlights guide you home
    Let the bedlights guide you home
    Let the bedlights guide you home
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals
    5 min
  • Sustain
    From The Lucky Nightsticks’ “Thinner” (2011)
    Fade in:
    We made it
    Insane where we lay
    In my catatonia you are my Utopia
    Sustain my entropy
    Piece of me
    Be something
    Piece of me
    Piece of me
    Be something
    Piece of me
    Signs on the black
    Follow Black Typhoon
    On my mark terraform
    In my catatonia you are my Utopia
    Sustain my entropy
    Piece of me
    Be something
    Piece of me
    Piece of me
    Be something
    Piece of me
    Piece of me
    Be something
    Piece of me
    In my catatonia you are my Utopia
    Sustain
    Piece of me
    Be something
    Piece of me
    Piece of me
    Be something
    Piece of me
    In my catatonia you are my Utopia
    Sustain my entropy
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass
    4 min
  • Strong You Are
    From PKG’s “Too Trapped to Care” (2005)
    I almost sold you up the river
    Cast iron dissolve
    Bracing for the fallout aftershock
    A grown man hides his eyes
    Drop a dime in my direction
    You've always had the number
    Direct line to the heart of me
    The weakness only you can see
    Don't watch me
    Don't watch me
    Feeling lost as sea of who I need to be
    And who I really am
    Reeling another line and knowing
    You can't catch what isn't there
    No matter how strong you are
    Fade in on a boy trapped in the guise of a man
    Teeth clenched eyes almost willing the bell to ring
    Deaf by the sound of nothing
    Too bold to ask for a concession
    You're out there carrying the spark
    Direct line to the heart of me
    The weakness only you can see
    Don't watch me
    Don't watch me
    Feeling lost as sea of who I need to be
    And who I really am
    Reeling another line and knowing
    You can't catch what isn't there
    No matter how strong you are
    Feeling lost a sea
    I'm lost at sea
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    4 min
  • Cold Storage
    From Brownwall’s “Brownwall 4” (2022)
    Ablaze ablaze
    Ablaze ablaze
    Designing life
    Creating worlds
    Surprise surprise
    From eyes to skies
    Surprise surprise
    Patrons come and go
    Surprise surprise
    From eyes to skies
    Patrons come and go
    Surprise surprise
    From eyes to skies
    Patrons come and go
    May you be
    Weak then healthy
    Find yourself in…
    Cold Storage…
    No no
    Don’t go
    Only one way to dig into
    Your origin
    Is your only sin
    Find yourself in…
    Cold Storage…
    Arrive arrive
    Alive alive
    Lately, I
    Fear this world
    Surprise surprise
    The last sunrise
    Surprise surprise
    Patrons come and go
    Surprise surprise
    From eyes to skies
    Patrons come and go
    May you be
    Weak then healthy
    Find yourself in…
    Cold Storage…
    No no
    Don’t go
    Only one way to dig into
    Your origin
    Is your only sin
    Find yourself in…
    Cold Storage…
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    4 min
  • Witch Doctor
    From The Killing Swarm’s “Splinters & Myths” (2017)
    Hey Witch Doctor can you heal by proxy
    From a motorcycle on the run
    From fuzzy fuzzy
    Runner on the run from slaughter
    Chain gang reject daughter
    Can you be my secret Santa, Santa
    Secret Santa
    Hey Witch Doctor I'm your favorite patient
    Always angry never patient
    Slaving over under
    Under achiever on the run from slaughter
    Bloody bloodhounds
    Target Margaret
    Will you please bend over
    Please bend over
    I am alive
    I am alone
    I am the one
    Hey Witch Doctor
    Hey Witch Doctor
    I am alive
    I am alone
    I am the one
    Hey Witch Doctor
    Hey Witch Doctor
    Hey Witch Doctor
    Hey Witch Doctor
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    4 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.