Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • It's Science!
    Invisible man with a vivid dream
    Moving with the strut of Casanova
    Terminator glare across the room
    Still shopping at Five Below
    The plague of Regular Joe
    Grinding sixty years
    If I don’t build a facade soon
    ‘bout to blow my mind
    Gonna futz with the perception soon
    Move with the flow of it all…
    I’m the gravity that pulls you near...
    Move with the flow of it all…
    Soon you’ll be orbiting here...
    It’s science!
    The invisible man stands before you
    Now essential to your every thing
    Move with the flow of it all…
    I’m the gravity that pulls you near...
    Move with the flow of it all…
    Soon you’ll be orbiting here...
    It’s science!
    Move with the flow of it all…
    I’m the gravity that pulls you near...
    Move with the flow of it all…
    Soon you’ll be orbiting here...
    It’s science!
    Move with the flow of it all…
    I’m the gravity that pulls you near...
    Move with the flow of it all…
    Soon you’ll be orbiting here...
    It’s science!
    John Makarewicz - Bass, Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Voltage to Spare
    Grab the bars with everything in your soul
    Pay your dues the electrocution way
    On fire but baby what a blaze
    Pay your dues the electrocution way
    Vaunted
    Haunted
    By the wattage
    We got voltage to spare
    We got voltage to spare
    Grab the bars with everything in your soul
    Pay your dues the electrocution way
    On fire but baby what a blaze
    Pay your dues the electrocution way
    Vaunted
    Haunted
    By the wattage
    We got voltage to spare
    We got voltage to spare
    Hands on the bars
    Hands on the bars
    Hands on the bars
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass
    Steve Murphy - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboards, Vocals
    3 min
  • Jack You Later
    Fire burning in my eye
    Ride up from behind
    Chasing you for the miles
    Leaves a skid mark on my soul
    See the roadway as it bends
    Way to make amends
    Tires feel like on a wire
    Losing grip makes me a liar
    Chasing you for the miles
    Leaves a skid mark on my soul
    Go ahead and jack me now
    I’ll make a date to jack you later
    Go ahead and jack me now
    I’ll make a date to jack you later
    Where’s my ride or die?
    Miles behind and out of sight
    Rolling hills and loss of light
    Makes a one-sided fight
    Go ahead and jack me now
    I’ll make a date to jack you later
    Go ahead and jack me now
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals
    3 min
  • Hookbutt's Medicine
    The leather is loosened
    The fire is cooking
    And all the accoutrements are in their bag
    Take the tonic with you
    When he’s long gone in the brush
    In the waterfall is a statue
    To the magic of Hookbutt’s medicine
    The air is freshened
    The trial is over
    The trail to the gaping hole is flat
    He’s made the journey home
    Once the blood moon rises
    He’ll fill himself with the offerings
    Bottom’s up with the elixir
    Feel it crashing through the bone
    All the glory to the soul
    Everyone has the remedy, but it costs so much
    Let the tonic guide you
    To the stars and what they reveal
    Then we will build a statue
    For the success of Hookbutt’s last prescription
    Steve Murphy - Guitar, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
    4 min
  • The Path
    Walking up and down this road
    Never knew my name was synonymous with fear
    After all I’m just me
    The notches on the belt are only the beginning, but they sell the story
    The weight I carry is improbable
    The fortune helps but I exist to cauterize
    See the threats before they move
    The notches on the belt are only the beginning, but they sell the story
    Walk on the path some more
    And see the body move
    Walk on the path some more
    And see the body move
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar
    4 min
  • Behold, the Elf Destroyer!
    Buried so many creepers
    In the white stuff
    Malevolence in surplus
    But it's never enough
    Behold the elf destroyer!
    His love of cats aside
    He rides the pale horse
    For elves it's a guarantee
    The executioner's here
    Behold the elf destroyer!
    Ears are gonna ring with fear when they hear his name
    A new title but all the same agonies
    Feel his swing as the blade comes racing down
    The plague that floats all over town
    His steely eyes see all
    Like a beacon
    When killing is the ask
    Destruction is the prize
    Behold the elf destroyer!
    Ears are gonna ring with fear when they hear his name
    A new title but all the same agonies
    Feel his swing as the blade comes racing down
    The plague that floats all over town
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar, P-Blood
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Guitar, Bass, Vocals
    4 min
  • Large Lee Follows the Grifters
    P: Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Detective action is here
    Inspecting everything
    P: Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Chasing the quarry
    The houndest hound
    P: Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Look
    Out
    For
    Large
    Lee
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    P: Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Following the grifters
    Is Large Lee's thing
    P: Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Look
    Out
    For
    Large
    Lee
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    P: Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Detective renegade
    Head all the swivel
    P: Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Gotta get away
    Look
    Out
    For
    Large
    Lee
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Bass, P-Blood
    John Makarewicz - Guitar
    4 min
  • Cracking That Safe
    As the vaults close
    So do the odds
    A lonely room
    Pumpkinblood is something bold
    A criminal for the new
    P: I’m cracking that safe
    I’m cracking that safe
    If it’s the last thing I do
    I’m cracking that safe
    I’m cracking that safe
    If it’s the last thing I do
    Scattered like the wind
    This group of strangers
    All bonded anew
    P: I’m cracking that safe
    I’m cracking that safe
    If it’s the last thing I do
    I’m cracking that safe
    I’m cracking that safe
    If it’s the last thing I do
    The loneliest to place
    Is on the outside
    What a mastermind
    They’re at the crossroads of disappointment and destruction
    Yet they pivot to elation and let that be a lesson to us all
    A job half done
    Is a job well done
    That’s the narrative
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Keyboard, Vocals
    Steve Murphy - Guitar, P-Blood
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    3 min
  • Semiaquatic Escape Route
    In the water on the lam
    So much better than
    Everyone in town
    On the gravel nearly wet
    Times get better yet
    Kinda complicated
    Tinkerbell a swimmer
    Followed by the winner
    Pumpkinblood his self
    P: It’s a semiaquatic escape route that we’re on
    In the current he’ll raise his arms above his head
    P: It’s a semiaquatic escape route that we’re on
    When they surface they’re going to need some lotion
    P: It’s a semiaquatic escape route that we’re on
    Steve Murphy - Drums, Guitar, P-Blood
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    2 min
  • Down at the Loan Office
    P: I'm down at loan office, baby
    Gonna get me a loan from the bank I just robbed
    P: I'm down at loan office, baby
    Gonna get me a loan from the bank I just robbed
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboards
    Steve Murphy - P-Blood
    2 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.