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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- Rumble Dude Needs a WordFor 20 days they walked in the shadow of a solid cloudForgetting the rules they held true to see something impossibleThere he stood like a living statueA barrier to our progressSo before we continue this adventureRumble Dude needs a wordThe silent ever stretching loomingCreature that blocked out the sunWas wetting lips to create sounds for us to consumeThere he stood like a living statueA barrier to our progressSo before we continue this adventureRumble Dude needs a wordAll now emboldenedBones vibratingDeep voice pulling us downOn our knees if you pleaseWe’ll try to speak loud enough for it to registerThere he stood like a living statueA barrier to our progressSo before we continue this adventureRumble Dude needs a wordWe’ve salted the ground before itWe’ve lit the guiding lightsBut he needs to tell usHe’s forgotten his keysStephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals4 min
- Into the Lair of the SnarecatIt’s in the water, golden waterThe Snarecat holds its head up high despite the truth its lair is in the swamp surrounded by its whizzIt’s in the water, golden waterThe Snarecat builds its nest in the bones of everyone and when it rises it's to make more of that sweet whizzIt’s in the water, golden waterThe Snarecat lives outside of history feeding frenzied and delivering fountains of its golden whizzIt’s in the water, golden waterThe Snarecat and its cloud smiles upon the lost and scared of letting loose a massive burst of whizzNick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals3 min
- The Courtship of the PoundhogI see the Poundhog in your eyesAnd if you’d care to be the broodmare of the winterLeave your identity at the top of the crevasseI know your anticipation's growingPlease send your vehicle down the riverAnd if you’d care to be the broodmare of the winterLeave your identity at the top of the crevasseThe stumps have been rubbed by rumpsThe music of the milkThe antagonist’s bones have worn the mist all nightIs this courtship going to happen?It’s already done my sweetMy sweet little...Your name is now the Poundhog's missusYou'll never have to worry about getting mailSo glad you chose to beThe broodmare of the winterThey’ll build your effigy at the top of the crevasseStephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals3 min
- A Little TouchWhen I find myself mumbling aloneI think of every day and all the times you showed me graceA little touch is necessary or I will break into piecesThat never can be mendedYou’ve always been the glue that lets us stay in twoNow keep me full with just a little touchThe forces all try to pull us apartThis world has demands for us and the timing couldn't be worseA little touch is necessary or I will break into piecesThat never can be mendedYou’ve always been the glue that lets us stay in twoNow keep me full with just a little touchI won't let you go, you won't let me downSymbiosis is a disease and I'm so infected by your everythingA little touch is necessary or I will break into piecesThat never can be mendedYou’ve always been the glue that lets us stay in twoNow keep me full with just a little touchRobert Thigpen - DrumsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsMatt Townson - GuitarJohn Makarewicz - BassMicah Robinson - GuitarNick Nunziata - Vocals4 min
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- The Package Marine Fight SongFight! Fight! Fight!A force of mighty soldiersArmed and dangerousUnited by the PumpkinheadAnd fed by The IncubusElite machines sworn to protectThe interests of CHUDBeating scalps achieving peaceBy crawling in the mudGhosts harm humansPKG marinesDying for what we believeWe are the PKG marinesFight! Fight! Fight!Boot camp in a meteorUnfit cadets implodeSelected few the chosen onesSpend time on the commodeBasket case is filled with toysTo win the sonic warSemper Fi the first to fightAnd last to help the poor2 min
- Killing UtopiaThis isn't NeverlandWe lease space in a tenementI can't pray my way out of this worldLook a sinner in the faceSee the mirror imageShatter them bothLet the pieces fallJagged small versions of us line the floorRabid and sharp to the touchThen you'll see how the cracks in the shellAllow for a little parasite to make a little bit of loveA little bit of contamination for the outbreakThis is not your worldWe breathe air with infected lungsExhale quick your stolen breathLook a sinner in the faceSee the mirror imageShatter them bothLet the pieces fallBroken small versions of us adorn the wallsA tragic new cross to bearThen you'll see how the cracks in the shellAllow for a little parasite to make a little bit of loveA little bit of contaminationEpidemicHamstringing next neighborMyopiaKilling UtopiaPathogenAirborne in the living roomMyopiaKilling UtopiaI'll fight youI'll blind youI'll spare youTomorrowDiseaseAshamedDesignedEnflamedAfraid to cope without inoculationAntibodiesAnti every fucking thingThen you'll see how the cracks in the shellAllow for a little parasite to make a little bit of loveA little bit of contaminationThis isn't NeverlandTake a piece from the street and fuse it with the flesh of your neckLook a sinner in the faceSee the mirror imageShatter them bothLet the pieces fallThen you'll see how the cracks in the shellAllow for a little parasite to make a little bit of loveA little bit of contaminationEpidemicHamstringing next neighborMyopiaKilling UtopiaPathogenAirborne in the living roomMyopiaKilling UtopiaMicah Robinson - Guitar, BassNick Nunziata - VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums5 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.