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Brownwall
By BrownwallMusic
Brownwall episodes
- Kiss of the Forest BruteHear it coming down the hill as it displacesClick, click, footsteps coming...Been in leatherBeen in armorBeen in therapy since the day...The sun was blocked outGround was shakingReality came ripping away...Hear it coming down the hill as it displacesClick, click, footsteps coming...Drop everything and stick your face out for the kiss of the Forest BruteIt’ll change your mood about everythingBeen researchingBeen understandingBeen learning how to make my playI want its echoI want its knowledgeI want to make you all go away...Hear it coming down the hill as it displacesClick, click, footsteps coming...Drop everything and stick your face out for the kiss of the Forest BruteIt’ll change your mood about everythingWalk in the shade of its towering formYou’ll be a part of infinityFeet become rootsWe become brutesAnd now the forest is ours to ruleNow I'm the mountainNow I block the sunlightNow they run from my vengeanceCommune with the coreInfused with the oreI deliver my final sentenceStephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals4 min
- Welcome to CatharsisStripped down to the atomsUnlearning all the storiesSave my eyesSave my bonesSave my every reason for giving up on the tangibleCaught in the glory of the momentThis new occasionSave my nameSave my faceAnd then I will rise aboveSoon we all graduateWelcome to the endless roomHand down sensation to the next oneWatch the rising steamTraveling through frozen skyWelcome to catharsisWatch the mind form from the dustTake identityPieces of you and of themAnd all but the bad in meSave my dreamMake it realSoon we all graduateWelcome to the endless roomHand down sensation to the next oneWatch the rising steamTraveling through frozen skyWelcome to catharsisIn this colony we are lighter than airEach imprint gaining riseLose my ambitionLose my fearI want to see this from aboveSoon we all graduateWelcome to the endless roomHand down sensation to the next oneWatch the rising steamTraveling through frozen skyWelcome to catharsisJohn Makarewicz - DrumsNick Nunziata - Bass, Keyboard, VocalsMicah Robinson - Guitar, Backing VocalsStephen Murphy - Backing Vocals5 min
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- Aliens UndergroundBuilt my home on a hot spotLike a beacon from out thereThey crash out backI melt the wreckageAnd look for the softest dirtSeems every day I’m burying aliens undergroundSpend my weekends burying aliens undergroundThe sky is no longer my friendNo city lights and pollutionIt’s like an invitationFor flying saucers to smash aroundThese little creatures don’t look like meThey can’t breathe my airThey just scream and dieSeems every day I’m burying aliens undergroundSpend my weekends burying aliens undergroundSeems every day I’m burying aliens undergroundSpend my weekends burying aliens undergroundAnd the heart of the problemIs not my inconvenienceNot at all it counts as cardioThe problem is I still don’t believeBurying aliens undergroundBurying aliens undergroundStephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing VocalsNick Nunziata - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Vocals4 min
- Those Nighttime SoundsIn the Moon garden I'm a scionTelling lies by the fireTall tales grow taller stillAs silence changes handsThose nighttime sounds...Will wake youNine times out of ten...You're not running for your lifeBut don't trust my words this timeWinter comes with the gnarly handsReaching out for your fragile spineTwisting and tugging until you cannot breatheYour silence triggers themStoke the fireLet it burn 'til dawnThose nighttime sounds...Will wake youNine times out of ten...You're not running for your lifeBut don't trust my words this timeThose nighttime sounds...Ten times out of ten...Running for your life...Trust my words this timeFrenzied noise from the undergrowthArouses curious fearAll my lies are told and now I holdA plea for some comeuppanceFeed the fireHope it burns 'til dawnStephen Murphy - Guitar, BassNick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals4 min
- Gnome In Your GardenTake it from the gnome in your gardenYou’re something special to meKickstarted the magic that brought me hereSince you’re telling lies by the fireI’ll tell you one right nowI’m not watching you from across the lawnTake it from the gnome in your gardenYour every movement is poetryAnimates what once stood deathly stillSince you’re telling lies by the fireI’ll tell you one right nowI’m not watching you from outside your doorTake it from the gnome in your gardenSince you’re telling lies by the fireI’ll tell you one right nowI’m not watching you from inside your houseI'll show you mercyAm I telling a lie?Stephen Murphy - Guitar, BassNick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals3 min
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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.