Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • B24
    Need a vitamin for the state I’m in
    B24
    There’s only one way to endure…
    B24
    Living is such a painful thing…
    B24
    It hurts just to ride this rock…
    B24
    Need a guiding light
    To feel alright
    Need a vitamin for the state I’m in
    B24
    There’s only one way to endure…
    B24
    Living is such a painful thing…
    B24
    It hurts just to ride this rock…
    B24
    Need a double shot
    Straight through the heart
    Need a vitamin for the state I’m in
    B24
    B24
    B24
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar Solo
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    3 min
  • Phantoms Of Gravity
    Phantoms of gravity
    Not standing above me
    Taller than trees
    Dizzying breeze
    And the money sees everything
    Siphon through cracks in security
    Break it down
    Like gravity’s pulling
    While the cold is whole
    No solar wind blowing
    Break it down
    Like gravity owns it
    We’re overexposed
    The vault is closing
    Call in the Phantoms
    Call them back home
    Call in the Phantoms
    Call them back home
    Phantoms of gravity
    Not standing above me
    Rent is due across the moon
    Break it down
    Like gravity’s pulling
    While the cold is whole
    No solar wind blowing
    Break it down
    Like gravity owns it
    We’re overexposed
    The vault is closing
    Call in the Phantoms
    Call them back home
    Call in the Phantoms
    Call them back home
    Phantoms of gravity
    Not standing above me
    Taller than trees
    Dizzy breeze
    And the money sees everything
    Siphoning through cracks in security
    Call in the Phantoms
    Call them back home
    Call in the Phantoms
    Call them back home
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Routinely Concussed
    We get routinely concussed in this world
    So many acts that defy all logic
    Painful memories pulled from healing wounds
    No time to heal before the next assault
    In as many words as you can muster
    Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
    From this world to the next
    And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here
    We get routinely concussed in this world
    Witness betrayals to the inner self
    Taking liberties to maintain the status quo
    No room to breathe with all this entertainment
    In as many words as you can muster
    Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
    From this world to the next
    And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here
    In as many words as you can muster
    Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
    From this world to the next
    And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here
    Remind you to keep you here
    Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
    Tell me everything
    Remind you of something
    We get routinely concussed in this world
    Wearing our personas like a gown
    Stealing from ourselves in order to feel comfort
    Pull the mirror from the wall to avoid it all
    In as many words as you can muster
    Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
    From this world to the next
    And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals
    5 min
  • Space Money
    Space money been precipitating
    Much more than anticipated
    Got so many dollars in orbit
    Take a special ship to reel it in
    A satellite isn’t right
    Watching things we’ll never spend
    Your heart’s attached to everything
    Except my financial glow
    Opening an account for two
    We are drifting
    We are feeling
    Causeless financial soldiers
    They can only spectate
    Sucking coins through secret tubes
    We are drifting
    We are feeling
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
    4 min
  • Ant Lion
    When the time has come to strike the prey
    When the odds will turn on you for being lazy
    When the time has come to strike the prey
    When the odds will turn on you for being lazy
    Ant Lion
    Hide at night and wait for prey
    Grow fatter every day
    Pouncing on the innocent
    Deserving targets walk away
    When the time has come to strike the prey
    When the odds will turn on you for being lazy
    When the time has come to strike the prey
    When the odds will turn on you for being lazy
    Ant Lion
    Send the stalkers in the air
    look for faults that aren't there
    No excuse is adequate
    Fire the fire, extinguish it
    When the time has come to strike the prey
    When the odds will turn on you for being lazy
    When the time has come to strike the prey
    When the odds will turn on you for being lazy
    Ant Lion
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    4 min
  • Creep Truck
    In my creep truck (creep truck)
    I feed my iguana and sharpen my blade
    In my creep truck (creep truck)
    I slice up my carpet and glue it to my face
    In my creep truck (creep truck)
    I siphon my gas and then I pour it back in
    In my creep truck (creep truck)
    I turn water to blood and then I blood my plants
    In my creep truck (creep truck)
    I listen for mistakes, mistakes that I made
    In my creep truck (creep truck)
    I cook what I catch, I eat what I cook
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    2 min
  • Bisquick Marauder
    Reeds burn in the breeze as she carries his body
    Through the garden tears fall on soil once bathed in crimson
    She whispers sweet nothings of prayer to the beast once walked on cloven foot
    Her words find purchase in the cold seeking light
    Then the brave ones rise to a new beginning
    Sin becomes virtue
    The sun melts the moon
    She forms the world anew
    Carousel of night we pray to thee
    Allow our newfound wills to be
    Devoid of centrifuge
    Forged in epiphany
    Carrion is comfort
    The womb is spoiled
    By the once and future Bisquick Marauder
    They burn everything
    From the past they bring
    The eyes of the fallen
    Watch our every move
    Silent infidels
    Sin becomes virtue
    The sun melts the moon
    Forms our world anew
    Carousel of night we pray to thee
    Allow our newfound wills to be
    Devoid of centrifuge
    Forged in epiphany
    Carrion is comfort
    The womb is spoiled
    By the once and future Bisquick Marauder
    The old ones prospered
    As livestock faltered
    They eyes of the fallen
    Blind with ignorance
    Lifeless imbeciles
    Sin becomes virtue
    The sun melts the moon
    Forms our world renew
    Carousel of night we pray to thee
    Allow our newfound wills to be
    Devoid of centrifuge
    Forged in epiphany
    Carrion is comfort
    The womb is spoiled
    By the once and future Bisquick Marauder
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Steve Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    4 min
  • Antimatter
    Sent away and left for broken
    Slipping from your dreams
    Seems all the words unspoken
    Have sent you far from me
    Antithought
    Antiprotein
    Antiwar
    Antineutrons
    Antipeace
    Antimatter what we are
    Antimatter we are not
    Antithought
    Antiprotein
    Antiwar
    Antineutrons
    Antipeace
    Antimatter what we are
    Antimatter we are not
    Sent away and left for broken
    Slipping from your dreams
    Seems all the words unspoken
    Have sent you far from me
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals
    3 min
  • Everyone Falls
    This is the wave before the storm comes
    A message to the mothers
    The tracers in the gunfire
    Everyone falls
    Down
    Down
    Down
    Down
    This is a look inside the tempest
    Gates that never opened
    Creatures from the null and void
    Everyone falls
    Down
    Down
    Down
    Down
    We’re living inside the forecast
    Delivering for the broadcast
    It’s taking us to our knees
    This is the truth under the surface
    We can’t even remember
    The lies we promised to speak
    Everyone falls
    Down
    Down
    Down
    Down
    We’re living inside the forecast
    Delivering for the broadcast
    Down
    Down
    Down
    Down
    We’re living inside the forecast
    Delivering for the broadcast
    It’s taking us to our knees
    This is a message from the fallen
    Begging please remember
    Belief isn’t meant to be broken
    Everyone falls
    Down
    Down
    Down
    Down
    We’re living inside the forecast
    Delivering for the broadcast
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar
    3 min
  • Death Street USA
    Rein your mind in
    Spin the ultimate wheel
    The sky ain't falling
    I have to feed my babies in the middle of night
    Sometimes it's fresh kills on the side of the road
    Marauders are hauling ass our way
    Blazing a trail down Death Street USA
    Rein your mind in
    Spin the ultimate wheel
    The sky ain't falling
    It's just shrapnel from the war
    We live on Death Street USA
    We die on Death Street USA
    Rein your mind in
    Spin the ultimate wheel
    The sky ain't falling
    I have to hide my babies in the sewer at night
    Radiation threatens to puncture their head
    When the rain comes it'll carry the stink
    Polluting and cleansing Death Street USA
    Rein your mind in
    Spin the ultimate wheel
    The sky ain't falling
    It's just shrapnel from the war
    We live on Death Street USA
    We die on Death Street USA
    Rein your mind in
    Spin the ultimate wheel
    The sky ain't falling
    It's just Death Street USA
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass, Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals
    3 min

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.