Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Greasy Night Out
    I never knew my limits
    This game has challenged everything
    Walked a thousand miles on these streets for free
    Now it's time to pay
    A long dark run
    A greasy night out
    A greasy night out alone
    Just like so many nights before
    Except this one's the last in line for me
    Living dreams and scattered sheets
    Watching the moon disappear
    A long dark run
    A greasy night out
    A greasy night out alone
    I feel a hundred eyes waiting to see
    How this game will finally end
    A drawn out moment of theater or a quiet whisper
    Either way it's been full
    An electric time
    A long dark run
    A greasy night out
    I want to spend this one alone
    A greasy night out
    Spend it all alone
    John Makarewicz - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Bass, Guitar
    4 min
  • Gunslinger
    Oh gunslinger will you be my guide
    Will you stay with me as I ride
    I need your six shooters by my side
    With you around I won't have to hide
    Lock and Load
    Put a bullet in your gun
    Lock and Load
    Take a ride to Boot Hill
    Lock and Load
    Oh Gunslinger
    Lock and Load
    Oh gunslinger meet me in the saloon
    And we'll shoot off by the light of the full moon
    And wipe away the bloodshed under cover of the darkness
    The scorpions be our companion now
    Meet me at the Ok Corral
    Lock and Load
    Put a bullet in your gun
    Lock and Load
    Take a ride to Boot Hill
    Lock and Load
    Oh Gunslinger
    Lock and Load
    It's warm in a coffin with the undertaker hammering the nails
    And the bodies are bloated deep inside the ground
    It's warm like an oasis you will never see
    You crawl but all you see is me
    Lock and Load
    Lock and Load
    Lock and Load
    Lock and Load
    Put a bullet in your gun
    Lock and Load
    Take a ride to Boot Hill
    Lock and Load
    Oh Gunslinger
    Lock and Load
    It's warm in the desert and the sun is out there blistering your mind
    You ride and think of the guilt that wrings you up inside
    But still you kill and kill and kill and kill and kill
    Saddle up and ride the sun has crept over the hills and killed
    You ride because it is all you know
    And death rides on a pale horse beside you
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Carl Cunningham - Bass
    5 min
  • Signifying Nothing
    Call it what it is
    A fork in the road
    Anything more is all born in your head
    And it's all...
    Signifying nothing
    And it's all...
    Signifying nothing
    No metaphors to be learned from today
    The lonely side of life
    Thought experiment
    You're just playing in the sand
    Let it be as it will be and spare us all
    And it's all...
    Signifying nothing
    And it's all...
    Signifying nothing
    No metaphors to be learned from today
    The lonely side of life
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Bass, Guitar
    3 min
  • Grave Of The Christmas Witch
    The witch is gone
    Buried away
    So long magic user
    Garbage pail
    You ruined everything
    Cause you were Santa’s roomba
    Now you’re dead and buried
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Keyboard, Vocals
    3 min
  • Micah The Elf Killer II
    Breaking through the ice he's a super man
    His enemies in shame
    Waste no time in suiting up
    He's out to test his game
    Feral eyes
    Shining blades
    Micah the Elf Killer two
    Destroyer name
    All the same, he goes by...
    Micah the Elf Killer too
    His walk's a run for everyone
    His stride is out to break your will
    It takes modern math to figure out
    All the elves he's gonna kill
    Feral eyes
    Shining blades
    Micah the Elf Killer two
    Destroyer name
    All the same, he goes by...
    Micah the Elf Killer too
    Into this land came a hero
    Walking high above the rest
    No logo on his chest
    Just a pair of nips
    Running up is all he loves
    Boots covered in smudge
    Waste no time in breaking down
    The ones who hold a grudge
    Feral eyes
    Shining blades
    Micah the Elf Killer two
    Destroyer name
    All the same, he goes by...
    Micah the Elf Killer too
    Fearless stalker rides the back of a wolf
    the wind can't even muss his hair
    When his job is done he'll raise a fist
    To the heaven's he'll toss a "yeah!"
    Feral eyes
    Shining blades
    Micah the Elf Killer two
    Destroyer name
    All the same, he goes by...
    Micah the Elf Killer too
    Into this land came a hero
    Walking high above the rest
    No logo on his chest
    Just a pair of nips
    Stephen Murphy - Drums
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    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.