Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Torn Bag
    Blood is spilling from my torn bag
    Love is so strong I fight for her honor
    Behemoths and demons they stand before me
    Blood is spilling from my torn bag
    Scorpions bursting from the ground
    Vile head filled with venom offspring
    Blood is spilling from my torn bag
    Blood is spilling from my torn bag
    Blood is spilling from my torn bag
    Blood is spilling from my torn bag
    The largest creature ever seen by man
    I challenge it with a new magic
    Blood is spilling from my torn bag
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    4 min
  • The Face On The Wall
    Daylight’s long gone
    Answer me for one and all
    I feel it watching
    Like there’s no threat at all
    A spirited try
    Ignore the pitfalls
    Sitting clear as day
    Right in plain sight
    Instinct goes wild
    All too quiet
    Yet the face on the wall is smiling
    Despite the tears in its eyes
    And the face on us all is shining
    While it's buying everybody time
    If it’s answers I sought
    More questions you brought
    Who placed you we’ll never know
    Yet the face on the wall is smiling
    Despite the tears in its eyes
    And the face on us all is shining
    While it's buying everybody time
    Daylight’s long gone
    Answer me for one and all
    I feel it watching
    Like there’s no threat at all
    I can feel it on the inside
    Speaking to my everything
    I feeling willing to give it all to you
    Just to see that smile die
    Yet the face on the wall is smiling
    Despite the tears in its eyes
    And the face on us all is shining
    While it's buying everybody time
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    5 min
  • Nurtured To Extinction
    Something triggers in a part of the brain
    You label it as offensive
    Snap on a label and hide it in the dark
    Before it gets to the children
    Decisions are made in a flash of the mind
    That pulls the wool over pristine wide eyes
    Overthought, what hath we wrought
    Does the grey really matter?
    You gotta build it up to tear it down
    We're barricaded in a world of expressions to hide from reality
    Build it up to tear it down
    Before we're nurtured to extinction
    Point the finger like loaded gun
    Aim without impunity
    Let loose a torrent of serrated barbs
    It's so much easier than communique
    Life can be rough, it'll kick you when you're down
    It's the same thing our grandparents took on the chin
    They took in stride 'cause the skin grows thick
    When you treat it to the cold
    You gotta build it up to tear it down
    We're barricaded in a world of expressions to hide from reality
    Build it up to tear it down
    Before we're nurtured to extinction
    I don't need you tell me how I have to feel about anything
    I may get burned I may feel ill
    That's alright, it's my right to feel
    Let them try to break me
    Let them try to manipulate me
    The harder it is
    The more you have to stare it in eyes
    You've got to build it up to tear it down
    Wasting away in a sanitized way weakening each and every day
    Build it up to tear it down
    Before we're nurtured to extinction
    Stephen Murphy - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Boat Drinks
    Made a deal with the wrong kind of person and I realize
    I've fallen down in this world
    Grab a friend
    Grab a place
    Grab a box full of that falling down stuff
    And roll out the string
    Roll it all the way down
    I’m laying low
    You don’t know why
    We done some things
    Can never face
    Always on the run
    With time to think
    So let’s sit here
    With our boat drinks
    Go to ground
    Find a shadow
    And wait for the darkness
    And always avoid their eyes
    It’ll get you every time
    I’m laying low
    You don’t know why
    We done some things
    Can never face
    Always on the run
    With time to think
    So let’s sit here
    With our boat drinks
    So shut the lights
    And lock the doors
    For the reaper is hunting us down
    To close out the circle
    Put an end to this game
    I’m laying low
    You don’t know why
    We done some things
    Can never face
    Always on the run
    With time to think
    So let’s sit here
    With our boat drinks
    Took the longest time to realize why I'm here
    A shorter fuse but burning hot
    Now take a look at you
    And take a look at us
    Pour a glass of rarest stuff we got
    And roll out the string
    Roll it all the way down
    I’m laying low
    You don’t know why
    We done some things
    Can never face
    Always on the run
    With time to think
    So let’s sit here
    With our boat drinks
    John Makarewicz - Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Carl Cunningham - Guitar
    Micah Robinson - COVID
    5 min
  • Warlock Gets The Check
    Rising up through the ranks
    Assimilating at every turn
    Finding my stride through obstacles in my brain
    When warlock gets the check
    The fog gets lifted
    Unwavering gentleman
    His day job never intrudes
    Overloaded overstimulated
    The Devil and all of his tricks
    Took a phrase from a book
    And turned it into a gig
    When warlock gets the check
    The fog gets lifted
    Unwavering gentleman
    His day job never intrudes
    And my investments are gone
    Leaving the downtown…
    When warlock gets the check
    The fog gets lifted
    Unwavering gentleman
    His day job never intrudes
    Dark soldiers must feast
    But there’s no pay in this line of work
    Hand underneath his cloak
    He reaches for his gold
    When warlock gets the check
    The fog gets lifted
    Unwavering gentleman
    His day job never intrudes
    And my investments are gone
    Leaving the downtown…
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • The Dark Car
    When I see a threat
    My friends all come along
    Fire in the lanes
    A rumble over the hill
    Last call home
    But there’s no phone
    There’s no one even riding
    No one even riding
    No one even riding
    Last call home
    But there’s no phone
    In my mind’s eye I see
    A dark car rolling down the road
    Last call home
    But there’s no phone
    Last call home
    But there’s no phone
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    4 min
  • Life On Blocks
    There’s no back door, no room to call the calvary
    Got to settle in the court of the public scrutiny machine
    Our wheels have all come off
    Absolve us of everything
    We’re burned out husks
    A street side life on blocks
    Watched our dream taken down and cut down to spares
    Standing knee deep in a river of hard truth
    Our wheels have all come off
    Absolve us of everything
    We’re burned out husks
    A street side life on blocks
    Our wheels have all come off
    Absolve us of everything
    We’re burned out husks
    A street side life on blocks
    There’s no way to repair the damage done
    And all I’ve got to show for it is you
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Micah Robinson - COVID
    4 min
  • It Gets Around
    Life is lies but what I sell is truth
    Just believe the things I'm telling you
    [It gets around]
    Blind eyes like mine capture signs
    Burst of light on the memory
    Opine on what can be seen at all
    [It gets around]
    This blind eye has seen more than you
    And tonight it will open wide
    Surprise there's no light in the light
    [It gets around]
    Just a negative of what you saw inside
    So adjust your eyes and be blind like I
    For tonight and we'll dine on the light
    [It gets around]
    That dissolved into this mutual night
    Life is lies but what I sell is truth
    Just believe the things I'm telling you
    [It gets around]
    Blind eyes like mine capture signs
    Burst of light on the memory
    Opine on what can be seen at all
    [It gets around]
    This blind eye has seen more than you
    And tonight it will open wide
    Surprise there's no light in the light
    [It gets around]
    Just a negative of what you saw inside
    So adjust your eyes and be blind like I
    For tonight and we'll dine on the light
    [It gets around]
    That dissolved into this mutual night
    Before you all make a sound
    It all gets around
    Don't even complain
    It has to be this way
    Before you all make a sound
    It all gets around
    Don't even complain
    It has to be this way
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - COVID
    4 min
  • This Flood
    Bathe in this flood
    Then you’ll be purified
    Don’t deny what you crave
    Just fall into this natural stain
    Your eyes never need to dilate
    Just try to assimilate
    Drink from this flood
    Fuel the next fanfare
    Don’t try to stay dry
    Immersion brings a clarity
    You can only sink or rise
    No answers are in the skies
    The bodies are all inside
    You're not the one to take them all away
    Drown in this flood
    Realize you've always been
    Flow as the current wishes
    (Bathe in this flood then you’ll be purified)
    Collect into a consummate pool
    (Drink from this flood fuel the next fanfare)
    You never have to exert your will
    (Drown in this flood realize you've always been)
    You just had to meekly comply
    The bodies are all inside
    You're not the one to take them all away
    Don't look so surprised
    The man always wins
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - COVID
    5 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.