Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • The Bog’s Standard
    Tread ever so carefully
    As if on fragile ice
    Though we all live near the bog
    Its eyes only open up for some
    Daylight is burned to mist
    And the blanket spreads her wings
    In this window of opportunity
    Wilder paths grown over
    Silent speaking
    Darkened brush
    Tilt your your head towards the sound
    Though we all live near the bog
    Its eyes only open up for some
    Wear your intentions gracefully
    Let’s set the standard, son
    Tread ever so carefully
    As if on fragile ice
    Though we all live near the bog
    Its eyes only open up for some
    Wear your intentions gracefully
    Let’s set the standard, son
    Let everyone warn you
    You have to see it for yourself to understand
    Faintly seeing feral forms
    Eyes that somehow shine all night
    It's just the order of the bog
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Carl Cunningham - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - COVID
    4 min
  • Mission To Everywhere
    Innerspace and outer space
    And nearly all the spaces in between
    Floating dreams
    Crowd my space
    I’m going on a mission
    Don’t want to go alone
    I know you carry the same gene
    Would you like to ride with me?
    I’m going on a mission
    To Everywhere
    Will the nebulas be so lovely when not so far away?
    Will my eyes get to see the bottom of the sea?
    Floating dreams
    Sinking scenes
    Filling me
    Solid trails
    Through cosmic sky
    Are you by my side?
    I’m going on a mission
    To Everywhere
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Guitar, Percussion
    Micah Robinson - COVID
    4 min
  • Postgame Milkshake
    You got your eye on the fireworks
    The afterparty is unparalleled
    Celebrate whether you win or lose
    But first you gotta play the game
    Shake your bottom
    Shake it all the way
    And get your bottle
    And fill it all the way
    Empty stomach churning in the outfield
    Too excited to be hydrated
    And now we’re cramming on the bus
    Let’s raise our frozen cups
    Shake your bottom
    Shake it all the way
    And get your bottle
    And fill it all the way
    My mind is playing tricks on me
    Like a postgame milkshake
    My mind is playing tricks on me
    Like a postgame milkshake
    Shake your bottom
    Shake it all the way
    And get your bottle
    And fill it all the way
    My mind is playing tricks on me
    Like a postgame milkshake
    My mind is playing tricks on me
    Like a postgame milkshake
    John Makarewicz - Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    Micah Robinson - COVID
    4 min
  • Wasted States
    When the opposition begs for it
    And the size is right to act surpised
    The blade goes in so smoothly
    It feels just like scalpel
    Soon it's cutting through those outsized lies
    Win the wasted states on the bottom
    Make sure they waste their time
    We’re the wasted ones they’ve forgotten
    Now I take what’s mine
    In this arena you have to run cold
    No room for prisoners in this costly war
    Win the wasted states on the bottom
    Make sure they waste their time
    We’re the wasted ones they’ve forgotten
    Now I take what’s mine
    Why is this taking our time?
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    Micah Robinson - COVID
    3 min
  • Heatseeking
    I’m invading
    Heatseeking
    Can’t leave this
    In the garage
    Time to phase in
    It’s my power
    I’m not failing
    To win you over
    Know your fire
    Like to chase it
    Heatseeking
    It’s a way of being
    Call the fuzz or you’ll be on the run
    Carry everything to the lonely home with me
    Every night is as a ghost
    Every night with me
    Now we’re drinking
    From the wellspring
    Undercurrent
    Hint of torture
    Everlasting
    Bonfire
    Heatseeking
    Finding pressure
    Call the fuzz or you’ll be on the run
    Carry everything to the lonely home with me
    Every night is as a ghost
    Every night with me
    It’s the dawn
    And we’re living full
    Fattened calf for two
    Spend the evening
    With the feeling
    Feel the beating
    Speed the pulses
    No escaping
    This arrangement
    Heatseeking
    Joining forces
    Hide from thunder
    Approaching rotor
    Sniffing hellhounds
    The road is ending
    I know your fire
    Like to feed it
    Heatseeking
    It’s a way of being
    Call the fuzz or you’ll be on the run
    Carry everything to the lonely home with me
    Every night is as a ghost
    Every night with me
    It’s the dawn
    And we’re living full
    Fattened calf for two
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    Micah Robinson - COVID
    5 min
  • They Cascade
    Where do we sail
    Where do we lie (abide tonight)
    Where do we give
    Our chip of light (for time)
    They cascade because they can
    No balance in reality
    Why do we see
    Why do they care (it’s all a wash)
    Why should we dream
    The water will fall (upon the rocks)
    They cascade because they can
    No balance in reality
    When do we breathe
    When do we fly (against the breeze)
    When is it fair
    To sink like a stone (a fair goodnight)
    The bottom takes them all
    And the weariness wins
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Stephen Murphy - Bass, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Carl Cunningham - Guitar
    Micah Robinson - COVID
    4 min
  • The Impaler
    Ride past the troops and see their true face
    Fear and acceptance must be met with resolve
    Now is your time, now is where you leave your mark
    Your steel must taste blood but that’s only the start
    Stand with me up on the hill
    Face the once feared enemies as they fall
    You had a name but that name is no longer alive
    From hence you’ll be known as the Impaler
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - COVID
    4 min

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