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Brownwall
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Brownwall episodes
- Dead Come Rising (Pissed as Hell)From The Wizard’s Keys’ “The Cat Who Said Hello” (2012)Energetic MesoamericansBack in the dayDid a sensual ritualFed a cow to the DevilSlapped a chicken so hard it cluckedIt's a livingAnd now it's paying dividendsDead they come rising pissed as hellOh, they're pissed as hellHitting innocent people with hammersWatching blood and bone making babiesCivilization's a lunchboxDead they come rising pissed as hellRipping innocent people to ribbonsDead they come risingModern social frisky AmericansMuch earlier todayWatched a horde feed its mawSucked blood through a living faceBit a skeleton so hard it squelchedIt's a livingAnd now it's paying dividendsDead they come rising pissed as hellOh, they're pissed as hellHitting innocent people with hammersWatching blood and bone making babiesCivilization's a lunchboxDead they come rising pissed as hellRipping innocent people to ribbonsDead they come risingDead they come rising pissed as hellOh, they're pissed as hellHitting innocent people with hammersWatching blood and bone making babiesCivilization's a lunchboxDead they come rising pissed as hellRipping innocent people to ribbonsDead they come risingNick Nunziata - Drums, VocalsSteve Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - GuitarJohn Makarewicz - Percussion4 min
- RustFrom The Lucky Nightsticks’ “Laker 3” (2010)When the cleansing comesRegardless of what you're carryingIt'll be too much to bearLet me be your trustI'll let you be my truthBaby we're all rustWhen the rain is throughIn times of inner strifeYou cling to what you care aboutUntil the strength has all run outDownpour brings the weight upon your headAll you have is a nameAnd soon that's washed out tooLet me be your trustI'll let you be my truthBaby we're all rustWhen the rain is throughSeeds in my handSpread them out upon the sandNow the flood comes to wash it awayRolling and flowingLives and changing tidesLives and changing tidesLives and changing tidesChanging tidesLives and changing tidesChanging tidesLives and changing tidesChanging tidesLives and changing tidesChanging tidesLives and changing tidesChanging tidesLet me your trustI'll let you be my truthBaby we're all rustWhen the rain is throughJohn Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar, BassNick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals3 min
- PainlessFrom The Killing Swarm’s “We Were Never Here” (2009)It feels so familiarI've been down this roadCan't seem to findTo find the timeTo find a lieFind my mindEnd over end through our timeWe dodged ourselves a better lifeEnd over end through our timeWe dodged ourselves a better lifeAnd it's the sameCan't believe what I've doneShould be more difficult that thisTo feel thisBut it's painlessIt's painlessIn and out of spaceI drift undisturbedI can't seem to feelTo feel that forceThat pulls me straight to youEnd over end through our timeWe dodged ourselves a better lifeEnd over end through our timeWe dodged ourselves a better lifeAnd it's the sameCan't believe what I've doneShould be more difficult that thisTo feel thisBut it's painlessIt's painlessStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - BassMicah Robinson - Guitar4 min
- Apartment GhostFrom The Wizard’s Keys’ “Motility” (2021)I've never been closer to my fearLiving on adrenalineWalking that fine lineYou've got me scared at my own officeYou've got me sleeping in my own carI've got nowhere left to goSo I'm going to share my apartment ghost with youI've never seen such intimidationShocked into a cornerWalking between these and thoseYou've got me scared at my own officeYou've got me sleeping in my own carI've got nowhere left to goSo I'm going to share my apartment ghost with youYou've got me scared at my own officeYou've got me sleeping in my own carI've got nowhere left to goSo I'm going to share my apartment ghost with youStephen Murphy - GuitarNick Nunziata - Drums, VocalsMicah Robinson - Bass, Guitar3 min
- The One You WantFrom PKG’s “Too Trapped to Care” (2005)Unless he's crazyYou have his attentionTake a look in the mirrorYou're a force of natureScreaming good lookin'Most would would drop their bags just to have a...Shot at youShot at youShot at youA shot at youLess and less I see the reasons you have been so unattainableLessons learned in your reflectionMore and more I see the reasons you haven't been with the one you wantYou'll have to find out for yourselfYou've got the look down"I'm a prize to capture"Only one thing remainingYour built walls to shatterSo damn lookingMost are too afraid just to have a...Word with youWord with youWord with youA word with youLess and less I see the reasons you have been so unattainableLessons learned in your reflectionMore and more I see the reasons you haven't been with the one you wantYou'll have to find out for yourselfAll by yourselfWith the one you wantAll by yourselfWith the one you wantAll by yourselfStephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsMicah Robinson - Guitar3 min
- TrapsFrom PKG’s “Ghosts Harm Humans” (1997)Monolith can't be moved without willWill is not a common commodityThose who choose to use an open mindWill be met with resistanceNo one will be alone until they close their mindThe possibilities that lie withinWhat's unknown is unknown and not a lieShed the trapsShed the false sense of securityThose who wait for sign from aboveWill die gazing skywardAbsorbing the possibilities with a sense of aweWill carry you to your own salvationNo one will be alone until they close their mindThe possibilities that lie withinWhat's unknown is unknown and not a lieShed the trapsShed the false sense of securityNot in the form you expected itMaybe not a vision or a light from aboveBut the ship will come inAnd if it doesn't roll the dice againDon't be discouragedIt goes onOn and on and on...No one will be alone until they close their mindThe possibilities that lie withinWhat's unknown is unknown and not a lieShed the trapsShed the false sense of securityMonolith can't be moved without o90. willWill is not a common commodityThose who choose to use an open mindWill be met with resistanceMicah Robinson - GuitarStephen Murphy - Drums, BassNick Nunziata - VocalsDedicated to Michael Padula3 min
- LobsterFrom The Lucky Nightsticks’ “Lobster” (2008)I heard the waves alit with the bubbly rhetoric of intruders from aboveFlotsam keeping secrets from jetsamJellyfish tell no liesThere's a time for LobsterThere's a time for barnacles and clamsGot your claws all wrapped up in rubber bandsIs that a scream or just escaping air?The mussel told the sponge something was amiss in Neptune's neighborhoodBizarre tales of creatures with tools and toysAnd a penchant for the art of devourThere's a time for LobsterThere's a time for barnacles and clamsGot your claws all wrapped up in rubber bandsIs that a scream or just escaping air?The surf is rife with the whispers that land will crumble and crack and fall in to the seaBodies swarmed with aquatic nightmaresFeasting of the soft-skinned delicacyThere's a time for LobsterThere's a time for barnacles and clamsGot your claws all wrapped up in rubber bandsIs that a scream or just escaping air?Micah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - GuitarStephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar3 min
- I Like SpikesFrom PKG’s “When Chains Attack!” (2002)Whoa, you make me feel self-conscious while I'm resting on the railBut your stare makes me uneasy even though I'm quite impaledThere's those little thingsThe little things that make me feel aliveWhen I'm held up so wonderful by a spike or fiveI like spikesThe spikes are lovelyThe spikes make me go madI like spikesI like the way they give me the holes I never hadI like spikesThe spikes are beautiful when protruding from my chestI like spikesI like your spikesI like your spikesPeople say I'm crazy when I stab myself into the airBut the elation of the elevationNothing else on Earth can compareThere's those thingsThe little things that make me feel aliveWhen I'm held up so wonderfulBy a spike or fiveI like spikesI like spikesI like spikesI like spikesI like your spikesStephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals3 min
- Superconductor SleepsFrom PKG’s “Too Trapped to Care” (2005)WeakenedAwakenedThe superconductor's sleepingShake the foundationQuiet monstrosityWeather breaks inFeeding its poresChannel the energyOminous and seethingCoast on the new power source and face swells far superior to yoursMaddingly unified with a goal both global and rooted in our own backyardPainful as it stretches ever closer to a Heaven we've either created or killedThe thudding iron heart of everything that isIs beginning to have a bit of a palpatationFighting the sting of industrial ageMetallic yet tender embraceGrab human footholds as the superconductor sleepsWe will riseInvaded and bleedingPlates shift for the overhaulNo longer the superconductor's sleep will affect usWe break bread with the soilUnited with the ground that gave us birthRivets burstIron bucklesSweat pours a watershedWe are aliveWe are burningWe are flesh made better by steelIn the furnace of the world, we prepare for revolutionStep by step broken bones heal with a fusion of man and machineMeat welded in carbon and coal and suddely purpose is granted a vesselUnchained we've got a seamless drive and passion[I have a nightmare]It never felt so good to hurt so bad[A nightmare we can all live in harmony]As if a burden has dissolved, we step into the sun for the very time[Break off from the race of man and nuzzle up to a motherboard]Looking superconductor in its digital unblinking unconscious eye[My nightmare can be realized if we all join together in an embrace]And in the cold harsh light of the darkest place ever imagined[Made whole as the soldering iron improves on our weakened skin]We see the weakness to exploit, and that weakness is our own humanityFighting the sting of industrial ageMetallic yet tender embraceGrab human footholds as the superconductor sleepsWe will riseFighting the sting of industrial ageMetallic yet tender embraceAwake in the cradle of our new motherAsleep in electric embraceAlkaline tears rain downWe are swollen with lossAs our machine soul breathes its last airIs the ground rising or have we fallenSuperconductor sleeps no moreDrums - Stephen MurphyVocals - Nick NunziataGuitar - Micah RobinsonBass - John Makarewicz5 min
- Drive Your Blood AwaySomeone called to ask for a reprisalTo cull this home of something vitalThese are the calls I get in the middle of nightTo eradicate to my heart’s contentAnd it’s not for funWhen you settle downDown for the dayI will driveDrive your blood awayNever comeYou’ll never goAll the reasons you’ve been toldTo avoid my part of townI’m like a moldSlowly eating through your safest placeThe weakening of the structure is my pleasureWhile I’m on this task my eyes go black and coldAnd it’s not for funWhen you settle downDown for the dayI will driveDrive your blood awayNever comeYou’ll never goAll the reasons you’ve been toldTo avoid my part of townWhen you settle downDown for the dayI will driveDrive your blood awayNever comeYou’ll never goAll the reasons you’ve been toldTo avoid my part of townMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - GuitarGarrett Damore - DrumsStephen Murphy - Backing Vocals5 min
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