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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- 4 min
- 3 min
- An Offering To BehemothHey babyReady to get wasted?Hear the rippling energyIt’s Behemoth timeIt’s the midnight rideHey babyTold your lies by the fireNow it’s time to pay upIt’s Behemoth timeIt’s the midnight rideThe ground is tremblingLeave the dried herbs and skedaddleIt’ll come to taste themBut its favorite taste is me and you and everyoneHey babyWhy you moving so slowly?We had an arrangementIt’s Behemoth timeIt’s midnight rideThe ground is tremblingLeave the dried herbs and skedaddleIt’ll come to taste themThe ground is tremblingLeave the dried herbs and skedaddleIt’ll come to taste themBut its favorite taste is me and you and everyoneHey babyWhere you going?Hey babyWhere you going baby?Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, VocalsStephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals4 min
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- Here Come The HowlerIn the bronze among the stonesA hidden passage carved in bonesEyes that glow are openingPurring becomes the hissingHere come the howlerIt comes creeping from the insideHere come the howlerThey can see through our eyesHere come the howlerOur weakness is their welcomeHere come the howlerWhat a day to be destroyedSearching for our little toysAncient traps retain their youthLong lost beasts regain their toothHere come the howlerIt comes creeping from the insideHere come the howlerThey can see through our eyesHere come the howlerOur weakness is their welcomeHere come the howlerIf it's all in the soulThen I have no more to giveHere come the howlerIt comes creeping from the insideHere come the howlerThey can see through our eyesHere come the howlerOur weakness is their welcomeHere come the howlerIf it's all in the soulThen I have no more to giveHere come the howlerIt comes creeping from the insideHere come the howlerThey can see through our eyesHere come the howlerOur weakness is their welcomeHere come the howlerStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Bass, GuitarNick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals5 min
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- Drunk on StairsI said it at the outset, I think my daddy's a wolfOtherwise how am I moving this smooth?I'm drunk on stairsI'm drunk on stairsI'm drunk on stairsIn my mind I look fineDexterity is all about them constant movesA billion years of evolution provesI'm drunk on stairsI'm drunk on stairsI'm drunk on stairsIn my mind I look fineIn my mind I look fineSacrifice your dragon steedRelinquish that beast to meI'm feeling a little unsteadyThese steps are moving meThese steps are moving meThese steps are movingStephen Murphy - Drums, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Bass, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Guitar5 min
- Zero Sum GameThe sun comes down on us allSame old songSame old rigamaroleThis old dog has nothing new to sayIn my estimation you’re two moves away from the absoluteIn this roomThere can be only one of meIt’s a zero sum gameThat I’ve been playing with your lifeThis whole board is under my controlMaybe you should just play your roleAnd maybe I’ll be less cruelWith the next moveThe sun comes down on us allSame old songSame old rigamaroleThis old dog has nothing new to sayThe loneliest you can beWithout meWithout the shelter I bringThat empty space between your blinking eyesSo longSo lowSo longSo lowSo longSo lowIt’s a zero sum gameThat I’ve been playing with your lifeThis whole board is under my controlMaybe you should just play your roleAnd maybe I’ll be less cruelWith the next moveThe sun comes down on us allSame old songSame old rigamaroleThis old dog has nothing new to sayIn my estimation you’re two moves away from the absoluteIn this roomThere can be only one of meIt’s a zero sum gameThat I’ve been playing with your lifeThis whole board is under my controlMaybe you should just play your roleAnd maybe I’ll be less cruelWith the next moveSo longSo lowSo longSo lowSo longSo lowNick Nunziata - Guitar, VocalsJohn Makarewicz - Drums, BassStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals4 min
- Rearranging YouYou looked at me impossiblyThrough a crowd of better facesThe smile on your lips told me I was the oneTo be made better by your companyDays went by like dreams realizedIt was as if you saw straight through the fabricationToo good to last and each night I close my eyesExpecting reality to come crashing down when they openedAnd when you told me about your ways...Feelings change in time...Dialogues of devotion and trust that never sways...Words can soften the mind...Then came the warning sign...I tried to prove I was different than the crowdBut you were changing, rearrangingDown but out but damaged nonethelessWalking the streets in a hazy lazy way of beingNot stalking just walking aloneWondering what you were thinking about that momentAnd when you told me about your ways...Feelings change in time...Dialogues of devotion and trust that never sways...Words can soften the mind...Then came the warning sign...I tried to prove I was different than the crowdBut you were changing, rearrangingAnd when you told me about your ways...Feelings change in time...Dialogues of devotion and trust that never sways...Words can soften the mind...Then came the warning sign...I tried to prove I was different than the crowdBut you were changing, rearrangingJohn Makarewicz - DrumsMicah Robinson - Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - 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.