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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- Coming Up For AirDon’t bring the storm while we’re coming for airIn this time of airborne poisonDon’t bring the storm while we’re coming for airThere’s nothing to do but breatheI said an innocent thingAnd I fell in the drinkAnd now I know what we need to do to get out of hereDon’t bring the storm while we’re coming for airIn this time of airborne poisonDon’t bring the storm while we’re coming for airThere’s nothing to do but breatheI took it a step too farAnd now they're looking for answersAnd now I know what we need to do to get out of hereDon’t bring the storm while we’re coming for airIn this time of airborne poisonDon’t bring the storm while we’re coming for airThere’s nothing to do but breatheJohn Makarewicz - DrumsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - VocalsCarl Cunningham - BassMicah Robinson - COVID4 min
- Monkey BoyYou’re like a lion with that prideYou treat this life like a fairground rideYou’ve seen the big topNever been insideBut maybe now it’s your timeYou are a greedy boySee an opportunityPeek behind the curtainThe carnival is comingYou’ll make some money, boyThey always pay the monkey boyYou are the monkey boyIf you want to see what youHave never ever seen beforeIt’s ok to go your wayThey'll let you insideYou are a greedy boySee an opportunityPeek behind the curtainThe carnival is comingKnuckles scraping on the groundMonkey boyThe sweet life you had lost and foundMonkey boyKnuckles scraping on the groundMonkey boyThe sweet life you had lost and foundMonkey boyYou are a greedy boySee an opportunityPeek behind the curtainThe carnival is comingYou’ll make some money, boyThey always pay the monkey boyYou are the monkey boyCarl Cunningham - GuitarMicah Robinson - GuitarStephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Vocals4 min
- Change from the ObeliskHunting through the hallsWhat they steal is how they liveInside the glass cathedralWhen the portals openThey'll race to the next unknownCarrying their existence on their backsThey’re making change from the obeliskEvery currencyInterspeciesChange goes farGet you across the starsOnce it clears cache it’s a lucid dreamAs the blank faces pass them byThe looming tower pulls them inA magnet for the lawThey can never look over their shouldersThey’re making change from the obeliskEvery currencyInterspeciesChange goes farGet you across the starsStephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals4 min
- Not My PadreI really hope I’m the last oneLiving with this conditionBathe me in your cauldronAnd set the heat to infinityAnd watch me steam for hoursBecause this is no dreamI’m not your experimentAnd I have nothingI’m just an opportunistWhen I’m alone with my thoughtsThere’s so much painA life spent on the outsideThe dream always returnsI see us together and safeBut when reality crashes throughMy hands can only clench emptinessA father figure once carried me everywhereBut now there’s no ground belowBathe me in your cauldronAnd set the heat to infinityAnd watch me steam for hoursBecause this is no dreamI’m not your experimentAnd you’re not my padreJust an opportunistYou’re not my padreMy father figure once carried me everywhereBut now I'm standing on my ownCarl Cunningham - BassNick Nunziata - Drums, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - PercussionStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - COVID4 min
- Half MeasuresI could forget you honestIt’s a gift I’ve been givenHalf measures, sonHalf measures, sonYou promised me a bolder lifeAdventures on the sandWhispering to me the news of loveAnd fortunes spentI don’t blame you for anythingHalf measures, sonHalf measures, sonYou promised me a bolder lifeAdventures on the sandWhispering to me the news of loveI could just walk awayOr I could just trust youHalf measures, sonHalf measures, sonYou promised me a bolder lifeAdventures on the sandWhispering to me the news of loveAnd fortunes spentJohn Makarewicz - BassNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - COVID4 min
- It’s Not ThereA piece of the mind is a piece of the puzzleAnd I find I'm lacking the restI rack my mind searching for a shredAm I insane?Oh check my headWhat is inside my skullBeneath the flesh and hair?A brain out of controlI think that it's not thereIt's not thereNow take me to a place that isn't realA pain in my head that I cannot feelI could be a meteor or Nicolas CageMy cerebrum's a novel but turn the pageA piece of the mind is a piece of the puzzleAnd I find I'm lacking the restI rack my mind searching for a shredAm I insane?Oh check my headWhat is inside my skullBeneath the flesh and hair?A brain out of controlI think that it's not thereIt's not thereNow take me to a place that isn't realA piece of the mind is a piece of the puzzleAnd I find I'm lacking the restI rack my mind searching for a shredAm I insane?Oh check my headStephen Murphy - DrumsNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsMicah Robinson - Bass3 min
- Where Graveyards Go To DieI feel totally at ease in your worldI’m the salt that sticks to the edge of the woundAnd I’m feeling fullYou live in shadowMy livid dreamThe piece in betweenYou’re glitter to the grimeMy upheaval of bileAnd I’m still feeling fineAll eyes on meFight and bleedPry the seams apart and seeA thousand other days just like todayVelvet something brushes meRefreshes meRepels meIt’s over before it startsBut the exercise feeds the beastBleeds the meatAllegiance freeSoldier on through the war, water, fire, and loveIn loveFeel my desireBlazing like a pyreOne last retractionIn the blinking of an eyeThorns free from rosesIn rigid final posesWelcome to the place where graveyards go to dieI feel the purityThe way that you left meI’m the soul that fuels the barricadeBetween then and never againI lust for power in a bite-sized burstThe pieces of the machineYou’re the sublime that I find between the limestone and the divineVelvet something brushes meRefreshes meRepels meIt’s over before it startsBut the exercise feeds the beastBleeds the meatAllegiance freeSoldier on through the war, water, fire, and loveIn loveFeel my desireBlazing like a pyreOne last retractionIn the blinking of an eyeThorns free from rosesIn rigid final posesWelcome to the place where graveyards go to dieNick Nunziata - VocalsMicah Robinson - GuitarStephen Murphy - Drums, Bass4 min
- Concrete CoffinNo airNowhereGround is cold for everyoneDark and beckoning placePushing paper from here to thereMight as well close these eyesIn this Concrete CoffinThere’s room for us bothNowhereTo stareIn this Concrete CoffinThere’s room for us bothNo need to go outsideI have all the cold you needJust slide meDeep inside this ridgeAnimal instinctWill riseNo airNowhereIn this Concrete CoffinThere’s room for us bothNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Bass4 min
- Alien SongA visitor from up aboveHurtled into our atmosphereThe tiny craft he traveled in wasn't ready for the strainSo far away from home the visitor sent a cryIn space across vast poolsTo the place that he called homeHe’s an alienHe’s an alienZeta ReticulanBulbous head and flesh of grayZeta ReticulanAbduct us all todayHe’s an alienHe’s an alienHe’s an alienHe’s an alienCarl Cunningham - GuitarStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsMicah Robinson - Bass, Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Guitar, Keyboard, Vocals6 min
- Greedy SeedlingCorners are where the fearful go to avert herNow my soul is spoken forAm I too frail to pay the tollGreedy SeedlingWater her bath with my flowGreedy SeedlingAll I give to be a part of the generational fadeAm I too frail to pay the tollGreedy SeedlingWater her bath with my flowGreedy SeedlingCan ICan ICan I fall so lowCan you hear her growThe soil tremblingAm I too frail to pay the tollGreedy SeedlingWater her bath with my flowGreedy SeedlingShe’s taking root in meI feel her beingAm I too frail to pay the tollGreedy SeedlingWater her bath with my flowGreedy SeedlingCan ICan ICan I fall so lowStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals4 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.